Archive-title: Goody Goodie Girls - 1
Maggie Peters was starting her senior year in Blasedalte High as
sexually unsated as she had ended the previous semester. She was so
horny, every time she took a step she could feel her panties dampen
more and suck up into the rubbery slit of her hot little pussy. After
a lonely summer at her grandparent's farm in Nebraska, she had
returned to Rochester, New York, no more hopeful than when she had
She was a delicate looking eighteen year old with dark hair and a
petite figure. Her breasts, like the rest of the women in her family,
were unusually large, making her waist appear even tinier than it was
in her pale blue blouse. She wore a pleated skirt, knee high socks and
saddle shoes. Her soft brown eyes scanned the corridor until she
located her best friend, Karen Sheen.
Karen, a fetching blonde with the same big-breasted problem as
her friend, waved when she spotted Maggie. "Hi," she gushed, excited
to see her friend. "Boy, did I miss you. How was the farm?"
"A farm," Maggie answered without any enthusiasm. "Are these our
"That's yours and this is mine," Karen said, patting a door
separated by another locker.
"Couldn't we get them side by side?"
"I tried, but this is what they gave me."
"Wonder what kind of dork the put between us?"
"Hey, don't be so down. We're seniors. One more year of this
prison and we're free for good."
Maggie forced a grin. "That's the first encouraging thing I've
heard since I got back."
"Didn't you meet any boys or anything while you were out there?"
Maggie hung her sweater in her locker and shut the door. "I don't
think they have boys in Nebraska," she said above the din of
youngsters racing to their classes.
"Then you didn't lose it?" Karen asked shyly.
"You know," Karen said, shifting her weight from side to side and
lowering her eyes. "Your cherry."
The two girls had made a pact at the end of the last term that
this summer would be the season of their deflowering.
"Hardly," Maggie said as she turned and followed the pretty
blonde down the hall to their homeroom. "My cherry's so in tact I'm
surprised I haven't started attracting fruit flies."
"I know the feeling."
"I thought you were going to rape one of the guys on the
basketball team or something."
Karen giggled. "The closest I got to a jockstrap this summer was
when I washed my brother's swim trunks."
"We've got to do something about our virginity," Maggie said,
stopping abruptly. "It's almost embarrassing."
Her friend turned around to face her. "Yeah, but what?"
"I don't know," Maggie answered wistfully, "but if I don't get a
hard peter up my quim pretty soon I'm going to explode. I'm sick and
tired of just playing with myself. I want someone else to stick some-
thing up there."
"You're awful," Karen laughed in a whisper.
"You know I'm not awful. I'm just trying to be honest. You want
to get fucked as bad as I do."
"Yeah, but we're the goody-goody girls of Blasedalte High," Karen
said, thinking if anyone heard how she and her friend were talking now
they would soon change their minds.
Maggie knew what Karen said was true. Since childhood they had
been prim and proper little girls, and no matter how attractive they
had gotten, or how large their tits had gotten, the prudishness of
their upbringing had stayed with them. The two good looking eighteen
year olds were strictly hands off. "Well, we've got to do something
about changing our reputations, and we've got to do it fast."
"What do you suggest, march naked into the locker room when the
boys are showering after practice? My goodness, we'd start a full
"I don't care what we start as long as my box gets filled with a
nice stiff prick." Maggie's eyes suddenly lit up. "You know, that's
not such a bad idea."
"Getting gang-banged by the basketball team?"
"No, marching into the boys locker room."
"No, listen. They were installing a new locker for the equipment
when I came to school. It's four times the size of a regular locker.
We could hide in there until there's just two guys in the shower and
maybe we could get something besides our fingers in our pussies."
"You just happened to be going by the boys locker room this
morning?" Karen kidded.
"Daydreaming about hard dicks, if you want to know the truth,"
Maggie admitted in a soft blush. "I overheard the assistant coach say
the new equipment won't be in till Wednesday, so the empty locker will
make a perfect hiding place."
"When do we pull off this grand sexcapade?"
"Well, I'm game if you are," Karen said with a wink as the bell
sounded and a bunch of kids rushed past them to get to their seats in
When the two sex starved teenagers snuck into the boys locker
room at three-thirty, it was totally empty and the sounds of their
footfalls echoed eerily through the spartan room. The lockers were
back to back, creating two narrow rows fronted with benches. The place
was stagnant with the sweet ballsy odor of sweaty jockstraps. The
huge, new locker was facing the wide arch of the shower room where
most of the faucets were easily visible.
Trying to suppress her giggles, Maggie climbed into the large
metal compartment and waited for her friend to join her. They closed
the door and peered out the slits in the top as they eagerly
anticipated the end of basketball practice.
"Should we take our clothes off?" Karen asked in a low whisper,
feeling her heart pounding wildly beneath her large breasts and a warm
glow kindling the fire in her snatch.
"How about just our skirts?" Maggie suggested as she unbuttoned
her waistband and let her pleated skirt fall to her ankles. Her heart
was beating rapidly too, and her small erect nipples were straining
painfully inside the lacy cups of her bra.
Karen unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor of the metal
compartment like her friend's. When she reached for Maggie's crotch,
her hand was immediately greeted with the wiry feel of the other
girl's shaggy bush. "You don't have any panties on," she gushed out
loud, then lowered her voice as she petted the abundant growth of cunt
hairs and trailed her fingertips between the moist lips. "Did you come
to school like that?"
"I took them off after lunch," Maggie answered in a heavy breath
while Karen's fingers found her clit and began massaging it. "My pussy
got them so wet I couldn't wear them." Using both of her hands, she
shoved the blonde's undies over her luscious ass and down to her
ankles, then eagerly began exploring Karen's quim. The other girl's
bush wasn't nearly as dense as Maggie's. "You're already soggy."
The blonde nodded in the darkness of the closed locker as she
worked her underpants off her feet, finding it difficult to move around
in the cramped quarters and not wanting to stray too far from her girl-
friends probing fingers. "So are you."
When the locker room door suddenly swung open and banged against
the wall, they both ceased speaking but kept their fingers squirming
around in each other's juicy cunt.
Much to their disappointment, with the exception of the team's
captain and star player, Mike Foster, and the team manager, Norman Green,
they couldn't see any of the boys disrobe. But they could smell the ripe
cock odors and hear the sounds of shorts and tops wet with perspiration
being yanked off along with damp jockstraps.
Mike stood in the center of the arch and hauled his jersey up over
his brawny chest. The hair in his armpits was as dark and shaggy as the
hair on his head. "Come on, you cocksuckers, let's get showered and out
of here. Move your asses." He stripped off his shorts, and in just his
athletic supporter, turned and bent over to untie his sneakers. When he
did, his firm asscheeks parted and he gave the two girls hiding in the
new equipment locker an unobstructed shot of his almost hairless asshole.
Maggie felt Karen's finger suck deeper into her hairy cunt and she
let her's do the same in the other girl's small soggy quim.
"Who you calling a cocksucker?" one of his teammates quipped,
running bare assed into the showers and turning the faucets on one after
the other. He was soon joined by sixteen other balls-naked youths, the
cheeks of their hind ends dimpling as their long-legged strides carried
them into the tiled room. Soon the shower was filled with the sounds of
running water and the shouts and laughter which accompanies nude young
men involved in horseplay.
After yanking down his supporter, Mike turned to inspect the locker
room to make sure the rest of the team was under the sprays. His long
cut cock dangled over his large balls as he absently combed his fingers
through his pubic thatch. He was a tall lanky teenager with well-
developed muscles and a rugged face. His fingers went lower, and as he
pulled on his expanding meat, the large head of his purple flange began
Maggie raised her fingers to her mouth, wetting the tips and
tasting her girlfriend's spicy juices before returning her hand to the
blonde's snatch. "Ah, look at Mike's big beautiful cock. Is he ever
hung!" she said in a soft, lust-filled tone, never taking her eyes from
the slits in the metal door.
"What I wouldn't give to see that pecker hard," Karen whispered
back, totally mesmerized by Mike's meat.
Norman, the only one in the room who hadn't bothered to shed his
clothes, was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a striped pullover. He was
a slender youth with thin limbs and a small butt who barely came up to
Mike's shoulder. His face was pimply but cute.
"I guess that's everyone, Norm."
"Yeah," the shorter youth answered, leering at the naked team cap-
"Why don't you get us some towels and maybe we can hustle everyone
out of here."
"Got a hot date, huh, Mike?"
The good looking captain grinned and openly stroked his hardening
cock in front of the skinny boy. "Something like that," he answered as
he turned and walked into the showers, his heavy balls swinging between
his thighs as he moved.
While everyone was busy soaping up their cocks and balls and asses,
Norman, stood in profile and stared into the shower room. Unconsciously,
his hand slid down to his crotch, gently rubbing the mound beneath his
zipper. The more he rubbed, the larger the mound grew. When one of the
naked young men under the jets of rushing water turned and looked out,
the manager abruptly twisted away, hurrying out of view.
"Looks like there's no sense in trying to get Norm to fuck us,"
Maggie whispered, trying not to titter.
"What do you mean?" Karen replied in a distant tone. She had been
too busy ogling all the wet, gleaming bodies and naked swinging meat to
have taken any notice of Norman.
"I think he's got a thing for boys."
"What makes you say that?"
"He was playing with himself while he was watching what we're
"To each his own," Karen said disinterestedly, humping her hips to
get more of Maggie's finger up her snatch.
As if on cue, all the showers turned off but one and the two girls
got an eyeful of bare peckers and balls as the teenage squad came racing
out of the steamy room. There were cocks of every shape, size and
description, some long, some short, some with foreskin, most cut and
banded with circumcision scars; there were also large puffy scrotums as
well as small ball sacs that barely showed beneath the soft tubes of
flesh in the front and a variety of slender-hipped, long-limbed bodies
to match. In minutes the room quieted down and Mike was the only one
left with his shower still going. The door banged against the wall
repeatedly as the basketball players departed, dressed in their street
Norman came to the archway again and stood for several moments
eyeing the good looking brunette sudsing up his broad back and humpy
asscheeks. The skinny youth had his hands deep in his pockets, and the
girls could see his fingers moving rapidly beneath his zipper. "The
last of them are gone," he finally called to the team captain. "It's
all yours. I left your towel on the bench."
"Okay, Norm," Mike answered without turning. "See you tomorrow."
When Norman disappeared from view, the girls heard the door squeak
on its hinges, then footsteps pad softly back into the room. One of the
lockers imitated the sounds of the door, then except for Mike's shower
and the water gurgling in the drain, the room was quiet again.
Maggie had worked two fingers up Karen's quim and was trying for a
third when they heard the door open once more. Julie Pratt came strut-
ting into the boys room as big as life in her red and white cheerleader
uniform, her pretty legs bare from mid-thigh to her ankles. "You by
yourself, Mike?" she yelled as her gaze swept around the dressing room.
He turned to her under the spray, grinning and humping his hips in
her direction. "What do you think?" he asked in a lusty voice. His cock
was bone hard and stood far out from his gleaming wet crotch. He let his
hand ease over his throbbing pecker and worked it down to his large, low
"By the size of your hardon, I'd say if you're not alone then that
pervert, Norman Green, must be in there on his knees," she giggled,
stripping off her short skirt and yanking her letter sweater up over her
head. In seconds she had her tennis shoes, bra and panties heaped in a
pile on the floor with her other clothes. Her tits, though not large,
were firm and molded to perfection, her nipples looking like two mini-
"Norm's okay," Mike said good-naturedly as he continued to play with
himself and his grin widened.
"He's a fag," the redhead said flatly as she padded bare assed into
the shower and wrapped her arms around the team captain. Her full breasts
squashed against the teenager's lower rib cage while she rubbed her small
pussy over his lower thigh, careful not to get her hair wet.
"I don't know that and neither do you. He likes to pull his pud
while the team showers, but that doesn't make him queer. I'll bet we're
the only naked flesh he's ever seen. He probably doesn't even know what
a cunt looks like."
"I think he's queer."
"How do know I'm not queer?" Mike asked as he bent his knees lower
and let Julie get a firm grip on his huge boner.
She steered the meaty head of his hard dick to the junction of her
lovely legs and let it stab into her waiting cunt. "Queers don't fuck
like you do."
"Oh, yeah?" Mike said, giving his pelvis a shove and spearing his
pecker into Julie's quim. Soon his long thick shaft was in up to his
massive balls. "How many queers have you fucked lately?"
"You know no one but you gets to ball me," the pretty little redhead
answered in a breathless gasp. She straddled her legs far apart to give
his strong thighs more room.
"So you don't know whether I fuck like a fag or not," Mike teased,
pumping his cock slowly in and out of his girlfriend's hot box. With each
thrust, his spongy testicles whipped up and slapped the redhead in the
"All I know is I like the way you fuck," Julie moaned. "Oh, Mike,
your cock feels so good shoved up inside me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me
"You love my cock, don't you?"
"Yes, Mike. I love your big, fat cock. You know I do."
The team captain sped up the pistoning action of his hips. "You'd do
anything for that cock wouldn't you, Julie? No matter what I asked?"
"Anything," Julie answered as she clutched his muscular physique
tightly to her small full breasts and dug her nails into his shoulders
until they left white trails on his skin.
"You'd eat that cock for me, wouldn't you? You'd slide it deep in
your throat and work it until my hot cum drenched your tonsils?"
"I'll eat it now, if you want," she panted, "but just don't stop
"You'd lick my balls and suck them into your mouth?"
"Yes, Mike! Oh, yes!"
"Chew on my pubes and lick my armpits?"
"Shove your sweet little tongue up my shithole?"
"Yes, Mike! Anything!"
"And let Norm Green stick his cock up your cunt if I told you to?"
Julie's mouth gapped open and she lifted her head from the team
captain's chest, but the bare cheeks of her well-shaped ass didn't stop
jiggling for a second as she continued to ride Mike's pecker. "Yes," she
finally answered in a soft tone. "I'd even fuck that pervert if you told
Both Maggie and Karen turned to each other in the dark interior of
the locker and exchanged a shocked expression. Their fingers fucked with
all the more gusto as they heard Julie's declaration. Julie was one of
the most popular girls in high school, and though everyone suspected she
was intimate with Mike, no one would have guessed the power the good
looking basketball captain had over the head cheerleader.
"Shove your finger up my asshole, Julie," Mike commanded. "Work it
way up inside. You know what I like."
The pretty redhead reached around the boy's shiny wet hindend,
traced along his smooth crack until she was near his balls, found the
tiny opening at the base of his cockroot and poked her finger through the
rim until she had it in past the second knuckle.
"Pull it out," Mike's husky voice ordered after a few moments when
he felt himself approaching that point-of-no-return. His hips had started
ramming at lightening speed the moment he felt her finger pierce his
Julie did as she was told, making a popping noise which was audible
over the shower when she uncorked her finger.
"Now, stick it in you mouth."
Maggie and Karen watched in amazement as the cheerleader eased the
finger coated with Mike's asshole juices between her lips.
Suddenly, Mike's pelvis froze with his hard pecker deep in Julie's
cunt. While she squirmed around on his rod, completely impaled on his
hard flesh, his body spasmed and gush after gush of hot manseed shot up
the cheerleader's sweet little quim.
"You're cumming, Mike!" she squealed as she felt his scalding load
erupt inside her. "You're filling my cunt full of your love juice! Oh,
Mike, I'm cumming too!" She held him even tighter as wave after wave of
heated ecstasy ebbed through her small frame.
"Did you see that?" Karen hissed softly, twisting her fingers around
in Maggie's snatch.
"I wish I could feel it."
"Are you close to cumming?"
"Not a chance."
When Julie's body settled down, Mike pulled his still hard cock out
and gave it a gentle shake. He took a bar of soap and lovingly washed the
girl's small pretty tits, her full ass and her cum-soaked pussy. "You
The redhead nodded, taking the soap from him and lathering up his
cock and balls.
"You like it when I talk dirty like that, don't you?"
"Just like you like my finger shoved up your ass when you cum," she
purred, tugging gently on his testicles and working more suds into the
concave of his groin.
"You really get hot."
"Just looking at you makes my pussy all soggy inside."
"You want to try all those things I said I'd make you do?"
"Sure," Julie answered without flinching.
A devilish gleam crept into Mike's playful gaze. "Which means if I
were to find Norm, you'd prove what you said earlier?"
A look of rage flared in Julie's gaze while the color drained from
her face. In the heat of her anger, she flung the bar of soap at the bare
assed boy and stalked out of the shower. "Fuck him yourself," she
screamed, grabbing up her clothes and rushing naked into the hall.
To be continued.....