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Animal Antics 008 (03/12) 



ANIMAL ANTICS 008

Chapter 3

   The next day in school, Jenny couldn't keep her mind on her work. The
throbbing in her loins and the itch between her legs wouldn't quit. It was
the way she used to feel when she hadn't masturbated for weeks. Now she was
feeling that way even though she'd come several times yesterday. The
problem was, she kept thinking about Skip and his big cock, and his hot,
wet tongue. Every time she remembered the feel of his tongue wiggling
inside her cunt, or up her asshole, she nearly jumped out of her skin with
excitement. She didn't see how she was going to make it through the day
without going crazy.
   In physics class, which she always found unbearably dull, she crossed
her bare legs under her skirt and started squeezing her thighs together,
working her slick pussylips against each other, massaging her clit with the
muscles of her cunt. She'd sworn that never in a million years would she
ever masturbate in the classroom - as she'd so often observed other girls
doing - but today it was either jack off in class or start screaming.
   The physics classroom had double desks, which looked like tables, rather
than single desks, and Jenny's desk was in the last row, in the corner. Her
desk partner, Tricia Blake, a dizzy little ninny who chewed gum
incessantly, noticed Jenny squeezing her legs together and gave Jenny a
wicked smirk, which Jenny tried to ignore. Tricia knew very well what Jenny
was doing, for Jenny had seen Tricia do the same thing many times before.
   Tricia leaned toward Jenny. "How's it feel?"
   Jenny turned red, but said nothing. If she hadn't been so unbearably
horny, she'd have stopped masturbating immediately, but she couldn't stop.
All she wanted to do was to get off so she could recover her sanity.
   Jenny's breathing became heavier and more rapid, and she prayed that the
whole classroom full of students wouldn't hear her and turn around to look
at her. If Mr. Phelps the physics teacher spotted her, she'd throw herself
out the window. She had to be out of her mind doing this, but she couldn't
help herself.
   "Feels good," Tricia whispered. "Don't it?"
   The dizzy little bitch reached over and started stroking Jenny's lower back.
   Jenny glared at Tricia, but she didn't push Tricia's hand away. The
other girl's hand on her back felt good. She glanced down at Tricia's legs
and saw that Tricia had crossed her own legs and was squeezing them
together. Tricia's face was flushed, her eyes half closed as she reveled in
her girlish pleasure.
   For a moment, Jenny felt like slugging the other girl. How dare she! But
a moment later, Jenny's excitement soared. There was something
ultra-exciting about the two of them masturbating together, both of them
pleasuring their teen pussies in the same way. She heard Tricia breathing
deeper, saw Tricia's blue eyes glaze over as her pleasure increased.
   Jenny was sopping wet between the legs. Pussycream bubbled out between
her cuntlips like hot spit, drenching the crotch of her panties. The
musky-sweet aroma of teen pussy rose in the air. Jenny was sure that Tricia
was juicing just as much as she was.
   "I'm gonna come!" Tricia whispered, and her eyes rolled back to white
slits. A shiver went through her and her body jerked gently and
rhythmically.
   Jenny shimmied her thighs together in a last burst of masturbatory
excitement. The fuck itch saturated her loins and the tension burst. Jenny
clawed the desktop, trying to keep from toppling out of her seat as the
spasms gnawed repeatedly through her cunt and nearly made her moan out
loud.
   After several seconds, a wave of relaxation flowed through her and she
sighed. The boy in the seat in front of her glanced over his shoulder at
her curiously and she stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his tongue out
at her and turned forward again.
   "How was it?" Tricia whispered, but still Jenny ignored her. "Mine was
heaven! Almost as good as a fuck!"
   Jenny sighed and pretended to be interested in the equation Mr. Phiips
was writing on the blackboard.
   By the time gymnastics practice rolled around after school, Jenny was
going out of her mind again. If anything, she felt even hornier than before
she'd jacked off in physics class. As she dressed in the locker room, a few
drops of pussyjuice trickled down the insides of her thighs. Out in the
gym, she stumbled and tripped and fell repeatedly because her timing was
all off. She couldn't concentrate on doing flips and somersaults. She fell
off the balance beam so many times that Coach Peters focused all his
attention on her, which made her twice as nervous and uncoordinated. He
caught her when she fell, always sliding a hand between her legs for a
moment and holding her by the crotch. He did this with all the girls when
he caught them, and Jenny was used to feeling his hand between her legs,
but today she was embarrassed because the crotch of her gymnastics outfit
was all wet.
   "Jenny, honey, your mind seems to be on anything but gymnastics today,"
the coach said. He had his arm around her shoulder.
   "I'm not feeling too well," Jenny said. "I think maybe I should go home."
   "Would you like to lie down in my office for a while? See if you feel
any better after a rest?"
   "I don't think so," Jenny said. "I'd better go home."
   "All right, sweetheart. I hope you're not coming down with something. We
have a meet next week, you know."
   Jenny undressed quickly in the locker room. Without bothering to shower,
she dressed again and grabbed her books. She left the locker room by the
rear exit and walked down the deserted north-basement hallway, heading for
a rear exit that was rarely used. Coach Peter's office was the only room
off this hallway, and Jenny had to pass by it on her way out. As she was
passing his office, she heard a girl's giggle behind the closed office
door.
   Jenny stopped to listen, curious about who was in the coach's office.
She heard the girl's giggle again, then Coach Peter's deep-voiced laugh, a
laugh Jenny would have recognized anywhere. Jenny wondered if the girl had
been injured. The coach often took girls down to his office if they got
injured. The girl certainly didn't sound injured. She sounded downright
giddy. Jenny put her ear to the door.
   "Yeah!" the coach said. "Yeah! Yeahhh!
   The girl had stopped giggling. Jenny heard rhythmic movements of some
kind, then thought she heard the girl gag.
   "Suck itl" the coach groaned. "Suck every inch!"
   Jenny started to sweat. Her heart pounded and she began to feel faint.
Although she wasn't exactly sure what was happening in the coach's office,
she knew it was something sexual. One of Jenny's teammates on the
gymnastics team was having sex with the coach. She couldn't believe it!
   Suddenly, the coach grunted. "I'm coming! Drink it! Swallow every drop!"
   The girl sounded as if she were choking to death. The coach grunted
repeatedly like a bull. Jenny thought she was going to faint with
excitement and fear. What if the coach caught her eavesdropping? What if he
suddenly yanked open the door and saw her standing there?
   There was a commotion in the office, as if a desk was being moved, and
Jenny pulled away from the door and fled down the hallway and out of the
school building as quickly and quietly as she could.
   She arrived home in what seemed like minutes. She'd been so absorbed in
thoughts, so lost in the whirling commotion of her mind that she'd walked
home mechanically, zombi-like, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. It was only
when she nearly bumped into the car parked in the driveway that she came
out of her trance.
   It was Barb's car. What in the heck was Barb doing here? Checking up on
her and Skip? Trying still to be a babysitter?
   Wouldn't that woman ever leave her and Skip alone? Was Barb going to
ruin their vacation from their parents by bugging the heck out of them
everyday, calling them and even coming over to snoop on them? You'd think
they were still kids, for godsake, the way Barb was treating them!
   Jenny decided she was going to have a talk with Barb. And if need be,
she was going to tell Barb off.
   The front door of the house was locked. Strange. Skip didn't have
practice this afternoon and should be home from school. And if Barb was
here, too, then why was the door locked?
   Jenny let herself in, dropped her books on the living room couch, kicked
off her shoes, and went to the kitchen, where she expected Skip to be
having a snack. The kitchen was deserted.
   Next she checked the workout room in the basement. Nobody in sight. That
left only the upstairs. What could Barb and Skip be doing up there? Unless
Barb was helping Skip with his homework or something in his bedroom.
   Jenny padded barefoot up the carpeted stairs and turned down the hall.
Immediately, she heard voices coming from Skip's bedroom. She moved slowly
down the shadowy hallway, listening.
   Barb was giggling. Barb was panting and gasping. Skip was grunting and
growling. Something kept knocking rhythmically against the wall.
   Skip's bedroom door was wide open. Frowning, Jenny peered from the
darkened hallway into the bedroom.
   Barb lay face-up on Skip's unmade bed, her naked legs wrapped around
Sidp's thrusting loim, her toes clutching vnth each ramming on of the boy's
cock into her pussy. Both Barb and Slap were stark naked. The boy's was so
powerful that the bed banged repeatedly t the wall.
   "Ahhh, you hot juicy bitch!" Skip growled. "I'm gonna plough your tight
pussy till you scream!"
   "Baby!" Barb whined, clawing the boy's back, rocking her loins upward to
meet his grinding, rammmg thrusts. "Ohhhh, Skip!"
   Jenny stared as if hypnotized. Pussyjuice dribbled from under the crotch
of her panties and ran down her legs like hot sap. She reached up under her
skirt, up under her panties, and started fingerfucking herself. She
couldn't think. All she could do was watch and feel,
   "Oh, you hunk!" Barb muttered, grinding up against the humping,
squirming teenager. "Such a big cock! And you know how to use it!"
   "You taught me everything I know, babysitter." Skip licked Barb's neck,
then gnawed into the side of it like a vampire.
   Barb's eyes rolled back and a wail of pain and ecstasy escaped her slack
mouth. Her body started to shake and jerk, her fingers and toes clawing in
a frenzy.
   "I'm coming!" she whined. "Ohhhhhhh, Skip!"
   The boy humped her wildly, slamming his cock in her spasming cunt until
Barb looked as if she would explode from the intensity of her sensations.
As her orgasms subsided, she pushed up at Skip with all her strength and
rolled him off her.
   "Bitch!" Skip panted. "I was two seconds from creaming!"
   "You must learn to hold it, horny boy," Barb said. "The longer you hold
it, the better it'll feel when you come."
   "How do you know?"
   "It's what all my boyfriends have always told me," Barb said. "And I've
had a lot of boyfriends." She kissed the tips of her fingers and Planted
the kiss on Skip's nose. "Besides I want to do an experiment."
   She reached off the bed into a handbag and pulled out a tape measure.
   "You wanna measure my cock again?" Skip said. "You've already measured
it a thousand times."
   "Lie back," Barb said. "And hold up your cock. "
   Skip groaned, but lay back on the mattress, holding his cock vertical as
Barb stretched the tape measure from his groin to his pisshole. "You know
it's eight inches."
   "Nine," Barb said.
   "What?" Skip's eyes widened as he studied the tape measure. "I'll be damned!"
   "You're super-excited," Barb said. "You're cock's so hard it looks like
your knob's gonna pop off. When a cock gets as hard as this, it grows."
Barb giggled, gingerly squeezing the boy's cock with her fingertips. "What
a slab of meat! I wish I could measure it while you're coming. I bet it
would be even bigger."
   Skip took the tape measure away from Barb. He put his free hand on top
of her head and pushed her face toward his cock. "Pleasure it, babysitter!
Gimme a blowjob!"
   Barb took Skip's cock away from him and began to lick his knob. Holding
his foreskin down tight, she slurped around and around, slurped up and
down, lapped up the cock-drool as it oozed from the boy's wide-open
pisshole. Skip groaned, his toes working sensuously, all the sinews of his
feet sliding under the skin.
   "You've got such a big, sweaty prick," Barb purred. "And such a tasty
knob. Don't ever wash this knob, baby! Anytime you want it washed I'll lick
it clean!"
   Skip arched up, moaning, humping upward as Barb tortured the underside
of his knob with her wet, dripping tongue.
   "Big prick!" Barb said. "I love big teen prick!"
   She lapped from one end of the boy's cock to the other, lapped front and
back and sides, nuzzled down and licked the sweat off the boy's balls.
   Jenny saw double. Her vision blurred as hot tears of excitement flooded
her eyes. Spit filled her mouth, and she swallowed repeatedly. Her panties
felt unbearably tight, and she peeled them down her smooth legs and dropped
them, sopping wet, on the carpet.
   Then she sat down, her legs crossed, her skirt hiked up to her middle,
and she pumped her middle finger in and out of her pussy, her eyes on her
brother's huge cock. She tried to imagine the smell of it, the taste of it.
   Gazing seductively into Skip's eyes, Barb opened her mouth wide and
swallowed the head of his cock. As she sucked, she churned her tongue at
his pleasure-strand, making him gasp and squirm.
   "I'm close!" Skip moaned, and Barb left off licking his magic spot and
slid her lips down his veiny cockshaft. His knob stuffed her throat. She
looked like she'd swallowed a rattlesnake.
   Skip writhed on the mattress, his blond head tossing from side to side,
his muscular feet working as the pleasure coursed through him.
   "My balls are gonna bust if you don't get me off pretty soon, lady!"
   Still gazing into Skip's eyes, Barb began to bob her head, to slide the
ring of her lips up and down his cockshaft, to massage his knob with her
throat and tongue. Her right hand was wrapped half around the base of his
super-thick cock. Her left hand slid down between her legs, her middle
finger disappearing between the furry lips of her cunt. Her eyes rolled
ecstatically as she began to jerk off while sucking the boy's cock.
What does it taste like? What does it feel like in your mouth? Jenny wanted
to ask Barb. Can I try? Can I suck it? I wanna suck it so bad!
   Skip spread his muscular legs wider. He clasped his hands behind his
head, relaxing as he let Barb do most of the work. Slowly, reflexively, his
hips rocked. Each suck of Barb's mouth made his balls swell and lift in
their smooth sac. His sensuously working toes looked so sexy to Jenny that
she felt a nearly irresistible urge to crawl into the bedroom and to lick
his feet.
   Barb fingerfucked herself faster, her middle finger squashing obscenely
in her juicy cunt, matching the obscene rhythmic smacking of her lips.
Pussyjuice trickled down her hand as she spread her legs wider so she could
fingerfuck herself deeper. Her head bobbed quicker, her lips rippling over
the boy's prick-veins, her mouth sucking, her tongue churning.
   "Ahhhhhh, yeahhhh! " Skip moaned, ecstasy in his blue eyes as he bucked
up and down, fucking his salty cock in Barb's mouth and throat.
"Feels-so-good! Feels-so-fucking-
awwwwwww!"
   His body shuddered and his cum erupted into Barb's mouth. His eyes
rolled back with pleasure as the spasms shot through him.
   Barb gagged, her throat and mouth overflowing with cum, her head jerking
with each powerful flex of the boy's cock. Cum bubbled out of her mouth,
running down the boy's cockshaft, creaming his pulsating balls. Her throat
bobbed as she swallowed what cum she could. Her legs suddenly clamped
together around her masturbating hand and her loins went into spasms.
   "Yes! " Jenny whispered, watching Barb jerk with ecstasy as she sucked
Skip's jism-gushing cock. "Oh yes!"
   Jenny's eyes rolled back and the pleasure exploded in her pussy. Hot
teen fuckjuice spurted around her knifing finger as her pussy nearly sucked
her finger off. The pleasure was so intense that she lay back on the floor,
out of sight of the doorway, and writhed uncontrorably until it was over.
   "You shoot like a fucking stallion," Barb said, smacking her lips and
catching her breath. She licked the cum off Skip's cock and baffs, then
licked her hand clean.
   Skip groaned blissfully. He was lying with his forearm over his eyes.
   Jenny had managed to sit up and was peering into the room again.
   "What's the latest tally?" Barb said. "How many girls have you fucked
with this crowbar?"
   "Three or four hundred," Skip said. "Give or take a few."
   Barb laughed. "That's my boy. Bust any new cherries lately?"
   Skip chuckled. "I broke in some little ass-wiggler last week and she
fucking fainted when her cherry ripped. She fainted again after it was over
and she saw the blood."
   He laughed again.
   Barb started jerking off. "Tell me all about it - in juicy detail."
   "Some other time," Skip said. "Jenny will be home in a little while and
you'd better be going. We don't wanna have to explain your being here."
   "You get any further into her pussy yet?" Barb asked.
   "Just the old tongue so far," Skip said. "She still sleeps right
through it."
   "I wanna watch sometime," Barb said. "I'll be able to tell if she's
sleeping or not."
   "She sleeps right through it, I tell you," Skip said. "No way she's
faking. She's always slept like that. The old lady has to just about hit
her over the head in the morning with a baseball bat to wake her up. I
could fuck her pussy all night and she'd never wake up."
   "Then why don't you stick your cock in her?"
   "Because that might wake her up."
   "Donıt let her fool you," Barb said. "Sheıs as awake as you are. No girl
can get her pussy licked off night after night without knowing it. Itıs
impossible."
   "Jenny can," Skip said. "Heyı youıd better get going."
   "Does she still squirt when she cums?"
   "It runs out of her like syrup," Skip said. "And it tastes so fucking
good." He started stroking his cock. "I wish youıd go. All your questions
are getting me worked up again."
   "Iıll take care of that," Barb said.
   "Well, be quick about it!"

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

