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Auto Shop Pupil
CHAPTER ONEKathy Ayres was flabbergasted. Sure, she'd seen her best friend, Rosemary Balistreri, rest her head in a boy's lap before, but that was on a late date, riding home. Kathy had even lain across her own date's lap the spring before after the church-sponsored "Teen Encounter."This was shockingly different. It was early in the school day, right there in the Auto Shop parking lot, and Rosemary wasn't resting! Her head moved up and down, Rosemary's long hair almost hiding the long, thick, saliva-slippery wand of prick thrusting up from Marvin's lap.Kathy didn't know what to do. She'd been sent to fetch Coach Davis' car, and it was right next to Marvin's. The slender blonde girl crept closer.Rosemary swept her hair back, keeping her lips wrapped around Marvin's cock. Her pretty mouth was obviously full of long, stroking cock, and she was giving it the lewdest, most lascivious sucking ever. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and pulled her head back. When Rosemary slid her face down toward Marvin's balls, the swiveling bulge of her tongue pressed her cheek outward.Kathy heard Marvin murmuring throatily to Rosemary. "Ohhh, yes, Rosie, ahhh! God-damn, but you know how, baby!" Her fingers crept into his fly, and he said, "Squeeze 'em easy, baby."Marvin's hand slipped between the buttons of Rosemary's blouse. He fumbled around, sneaking past the tight band of her bra, then pulled one firm, smooth titty out. The brownish nipple was hard and ready. Marvin's fingers rolled the stiff point around as his palm caressed the smooth bulge of the breast.Kathy knew she should do something, but she didn't know what. Every motion of Marvin's hand on Rosemary's lush titty transmitted itself across twenty feet of open space to Kathy's own skin. The little blonde felt the unmistakable quivery wetness growing in her pussy.This is terrible! What made her do that? Kathy wondered. Right here in broad daylight, too! Kathy watched Rosemary's eyes flutter open, and she ducked behind the coach's car.The eighteen-year-old blonde peeked up over the edge of the car door. Rosemary's skirt was up, and Marvin's hand was sliding into the back of her panties! The boy's hips thrust upward at Rosemary's face like a piston.Rosemary's bobbing head went up and down in the same rhythm as Marvin's plunging cock. Her lips went almost to the base of the shaft, and her hand dragged the heavy, hairy mass of his balls out of his fly. Rosemary rolled them around, pressing the meaty orbs with her thumbs and fingers. Her eyes were closed again, but her profile showed a mask of abandoned ecstasy.Marvin's little car moved up and down as both teenage bodies moved faster. The feverish thrusts of his cock into Rosemary's sucking mouth forced deep grunting noises from both of them. Rosemary's nostrils were flared.Kathy wanted to stop watching. The alarming wetness in her crotch threatened to flood her borrowed coverall. Her nipples ached from standing so stiffly against the heavy cloth. Kathy tried to close her eyes.No! I wan t to see it! I never saw one hard, Kathy thought. I wish she'd take her mouth off the end of it. I want to find out what it looks like.Rosemary did take her lips away from the head of Marvin's cock. Only an instant of clear view, but it was enough to make Kathy's pussy feel like a tropical swamp.The blunt, helmet-like end of Marvin's prick glistened with spit in the sunlight. Katy's hand stole downward, pressing her coverall against the tight-pantied mound of her pussy. Something about the shape of the glans and the wicked, up-jutting curve of the cockshaft fanned the tingle in her pussy mouth into a throb that pounded from her head to her toes."Don't stop, Rosemary," Marvin begged in a tight whisper. He moved his right hand from her breast to the back of her head. When he thrust his cock forward, offering it to her full, wet lips again, Rosemary opened her mouth and took it in. She tugged his hand back to her naked titty and twisted her shoulders, demanding more fondling.Kathy's own firm little breasts ached at the sight. She opened her mouth wide, trying to imagine what one of those long, stiff organs would feel and taste like. She fluttered her tongue up and down as if she were licking the underside of that shiny knob.It's terrible! How could she do that? Kathy thought, but she cupped her pussy mound in her palm. Better in her mouth than in there! That thing iron Id never fit!Marvin's hand skinned down Rosemary's panties. The brunette was kneeling on the passenger seat of the convertible, with her pale ass-cheeks gleaming in the sunlight. The pinkish dot of her rectum showed briefly, then Marvin's hand hid it as he slipped his fingertips across Rosemary's bottom and over the dark-haired nest of her pussy.The pouting lips of Rosemary's pussy were dark pink, shining with oily fluid. She pressed her cuntal zone back toward Marvin's hand, still sucking at his prick like a berserk vacuum cleaner.Kathy couldn't stand it. She tugged the bottom slide of the coverall zipper upward and slipped her hand into the fly. Her slender fingers pressed against her sopping panties, mashing the heat of her cuntlips against her pubic bone and the tiny mouth of her virgin hole.She could hear Rosemary moaning, almost gargling around the thick male organ in her mouth. The prickshaft stroked evenly in and out, accelerating as first one of Marvin's fingers, then a second, slipped into the crease between Rosemary's pussylips.Rosemary was moving her voluptuous ass faster, swiveling her hips in lusty circles. Her swollen labia separated around the fingers sliding in the cuntal valley, and one of the digits squeezed into her hole.Rosemary almost lost the rhythm of her sucking. The penetration and the still-wiggling finger that filled her crease from her rectum to her clitty made her move her hips like a churn. She hunched back against the hand on her cunt and inhaled Marvin's prick.Marvin kept jabbing his cock into the soft wet heat of her mouth. His ass rose off the seat as he stroked into her lips. He kept his free hand on the back of her head, making sure that the rich suction of her mouth couldn't escape his vigorous cock thrusts."Oh, honey, come on, keep on," Marvin groaned. "Go, Rosie, suck it hard! Oh, Jesus, baby, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" His hand tightened on her ass, driving his index finger deeper into her cunthole.Kathy slipped her own hand into her panties. She was down on one knee beside the coach's car, her hand hidden to the wrist in her coveralls. The steamy, slippery wetness of her pussy-hairs and the lips of her cunny greased her whole palm. Kathy held her sex zone cupped tight, keeping the hot feelings from flooding out. She felt like she would burst if she couldn't watch all of the cocksucking before her.Rosemary hummed insistently. One of her hands wrapped around the base of Marvin's cock and the other forced his hand harder against her cunt. She jammed her face down until her lips were tight against the fist at the base of his shaft. Her head rolled around madly, circling faster and faster as Marvin's pistoning prick drove into her throat.The firm mounds of her asscheeks tensed. She was wound up, ready to explode with the passionate thrusts into her mouth and the incessant fingering of her clit and hole. Rosemary rolled her hips, slinging them from side to side as if they were mounted on greasy sets of lusty ball bearings.With a groaning cry, Marvin jammed her head down and half-stood behind the steering wheel of the little car. Even from twenty feet away, Kathy could hear Rosemary swallowing the mysterious fluid. She watched, wide-eyed and wet-crotched, as a strange series of ripples coursed over Rosemary's luscious buttocks. The motion seemed to be connected to the ongoing thrusts of the prick in Rosemary's mouth.Kathy's pussy ached with hollow, thumping hunger. It was like her starving stomach had sunk into her loins. The empty pit of her abdomen was filled with nothing but the thudding beat of her pulse. Kathy knew there was semen pumping from the end of Marvin's prick, but she didn't know how much or even what it looked like. She stayed crouched behind the car and watched as Rosemary dreamily took her face out of Marvin's lap.Marvin said, "Rosie, Rosie, that felt so goddamn outta sight! You do somethin' fantastic with your tongue!"Rosemary gasped as his hand left her pussy. The squishy sucking noise as his finger slipped out of her vagina seemed to hang in the air of the alleyway. "Marvin, I love the way you touch me. I wish I didn't have to swallow that stuff, though.""It makes your tits bigger," Marvin explained. "That's why they don't do so many silicone jobs any more. The only girls that need them are the ones that never swallow jizz."Rosemary knelt on the seat and tugged her white panties back up. "I don't know if I believe you," she said, letting her skirt fall into place. "I don't see how anything that tastes that puckery could make anything bigger." She ran her hand over his sagging prick. "If that works, why doesn't eating my pussy make your cock longer?"Marvin started putting himself away. "I told you, Rosie, it doesn't work that way. All pussyjuice does is make your whiskers grow faster and thicker. I already have to shave every day, and I don't need more whiskers." He tucked in his shirttail and got out of the car. He kept talking as he walked around to help Rosemary out. "You know that little moustache Miss Sprague has? That's from eating pussies.""Oh, Marvin! You're disgusting!" Rosemary said. "Nobody would ever let that old thing kiss their pussies!" She pulled away from his circling arm as she got out of the car."I'm not shittin' ya, baby," Marvin said as they walked away. "Chinese guys don't have hardly any beard because it's against Buddha to eat . . . " He ducked as Rosemary aimed a slap at him.Kathy watched them walk away. When their voices faded, they could have been any innocent high-school couple. She looked after their receding backs, but all she saw was her mind's-eye vision of Rosemary sucking on Marvin's rigid penis, one full breast hanging out and his hand slithering sensuously back and forth in her wet, red pussy.Kathy's own pussy felt very red and very wet. Her fingers still covered the delicate central line of her labia, holding in the flood of juices that had only just begun to slow to a trickle. She remembered her errand with a guilty start.Damn! I wish I could sneak off someplace and touch myself down there. Kathy thought. I feel so slippery and warm and.. . ready! She took her hand out of her panties and zipped the closure of the coverall down again.When Kathy climbed into the coach's car, the shift knob reminded her of the blunt head of Marvin's cock. Boy, he sure can lie, she thought. I don't believe a bit of that. She glanced down at her small, pointed titties. No way.If I wanted them to grow any bigger, I wouldn't suck on him, that's for sure. And that thing about pussyjuice and whiskers! Rosemary, you 're a sweet person, but you sure are dumb! Kathy pulled the little car into the alley and sputtered back toward the auto shop. I wonder how semen tastes.CHAPTER TWOKathy was the only girl in her auto shop class. In fact, she was the only girl at Quimitch High who was taking the course. She had a good reason for taking it, of course. As she'd told Mrs. Bacon, her prune-faced, piano-legged counselor, "I want to get every scholarship I can. If I could leave Quimitch Valley right this minute, I would."Mrs. Bacon squinted her doughy-looking eyelids. "But, Kathy, why would you want to leave the valley? Your father and mother love you! You have every opportunity in the world here. You could be very happy if you would let yourself." Mrs. Bacon game her best grownup-to-student smile. It almost made her piggy little eyes disappear completely.Kathy looked stubbornly at the counselor's desktop. Slowly and with great precision, she asked, "How do you know my parents love me? They don't care for each other at all." She looked up at Mrs. Bacon.The ancient counselor's smile stayed put for a minute, as if she had trouble ungluing it from her powder-caked skin. "Why, Vance and Olivia are one of the most respected couples in town!" She tried to stare the young girl down, but it didn't work. Mrs. Bacon relaxed her glare. "Consider your situation, Kathy. You're attractive, bright, well-dressed . . . you could captivate all of San Cretino County! I know you are a little young to be thinking about it, but in a few years, you'll want to settle down. I don't think any really acceptable young man is going to want to marry an auto mechanic, do you?"Kathy restrained herself. A smile quirked the corners of her mouth as she thought, I wonder if she'd let me pull a plaster cast of her leg. It'd make a beautiful umbrella stand. She said, "Mrs. Bacon, I don't want to be a mechanic. If I don't take auto shop, I can't enter the troubleshooting contest. Just the county prize is over a thousand dollars! Then there's the state contest, and the national.. . Look, I have room for two electives this semester. If I don't like it, after the first couple of weeks I'll transfer out, all right?"Peggy Bacon, M.A. (Pitzer, '43) wavered. "It's not feminine at all. If I hear from your parents about this, you'll be in a study hall before you can say crankshaft!" She signed the schedule with a reluctant hand. "I don't know how this is going to work out.""Oh, it'll be fine, Mrs. Bacon! You watch! I'll win a trophy for the school in the contest, I know!" Kathy picked up the schedule and shimmied through the door of the counselor's tiny cubicle.That had been six weeks before. Now, having finished greasing Coach Davis's car, Kathy was cleaning up in the spare-tool room. She'd forgotten her shop coat that morning, so Kathy had borrowed a loose-fitting coverall from Mr. Cleveland, the instructor.Her pussy still felt funny from watching Rosemary and Marvin in the upper parking lot. Kathy unzipped the front of the baggy coverall and shook her long, yellow-white hair out from under the little lube cap. Her silky hair hung straight to her shoulder blades, shimmering in the light from the bulb overhead.She'd had to remove her little velvet dress to put the coverall on. As she folded the loose garment neatly, she wore only white bikini panties and dark-green sneakers. Her breasts were small, set high, and very firm. The pale strawberry-pink of her nipples stood out lewdly against the creamy white of her skin, with the tips half-erect. They poked forward like twin pencil erasers.Even though class was ending in just a couple of minutes, Kathy couldn't resist touching her breasts. She wondered how it would feel to have someone else, a male someone, touch them the way Marvin had touched Rosemary's titties.She ran her hands, the fingers fanned out, down from her nipples, over the arch of her slender rib-cage, to her smooth, flat belly. The indentation of her navel was a faint shadow on her translucent ivory skin. Spider web traceries of little blue veins showed, particularly around the light-brown triangle of her pussy hair. Feeling an exciting quiver of naughtiness, Kathy slipped her hands into her panties and squeezed her pussylips together. The smooth inner surfaces were still damp almost an hour after watching Rosemary suck Marvin.Even the smooth half-globes of her buttocks felt tingly as the thin white cloth of the panties stretched. Someone outside dropped a wrench, and the clanging startled Kathy into taking her hands away from her pussy. She quickly stepped into her little green-velvet dress and reached behind to zip it up. When the bell rang, she would have only five minutes to get her books from her locker and bustle over to the administration office across campus.Kathy didn't care for working there, but it was a good way to keep her assets obvious to the principal and the other administrators. She worked hard, knowing that a principal's recommendation carries weight with scholarship committees.The familiar texture of the velvet felt nice after the harsh, scratchy irritation of the coverall on her nipples. Kathy unlocked the tool room door and grabbed her purse. She still had three hours of classes before she could go home and tend to that nagging, hungry moisture in her pussy.At the top of the steel staircase, there was a little window in the classroom door. Kathy saw a head hovering around the pane, but she paid no attention to it until the passing bell rang and she left the shop. It was Rosemary Balistreri.Some of the boys at Quimitch High would have told you that Rosemary was prettier than Kathy, but it wasn't so. They were both lovely young girls. Rosemary was four inches taller, at five-six, and she had a fuller figure than Kathy. Her hair was long and deep brown, almost black, like her large, fluid eyes. Her full lips looked like pillowy cushions that needed nibbling and kissing every instant. She'd somehow lost her father's large Sicilian nose, coming up with an exotic, erotic, youthful face that you could swear belonged in an ancient painting of an ideal Mediterranean beauty.Kathy was slim, with a straight, narrow nose and eyebrows so fine and nicely arched that you could scarcely believe them. Her eyes were pale, pale blue, and if you looked very closely, there was a dusting of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose and her sculpted cheekbones. If you looked that closely, though, chances are you'd be kissing her pink, bow-arched lips or slithering your tongue around the brilliant white reefs of her teeth. When Kathy wanted, she could look like a little girl, in her short, straight dresses, or she could look right through a grownup's bluff when her eyes turned serious.Rosemary could never look like a little girl again. Her face and her bearing were too sensuous. She looked like what she was, a sultry eighteen-year-old woman, trying to burst the bonds of her narrow life in Quimitch Valley, the seat of San Cretino County, California.Rosemary looked like a very concerned, fearful sexpot right now. She took Kathy aside, tugging her out of the flow of traffic. The brunette slapped at a boy's hand that brushed across her round bottom. "Hey, knock it off, Jerry! I'll tell Sylvia!" She turned to Kathy again."You saw me and Marvin, didn't you?"Kathy nodded. She looked around. No one was near. "Uh, I have to go to my locker, Rosemary." Kathy started toward the administration building.Rosemary grabbed her arm. "Please! I-I have to ask you something, Kathy."Kathy looked at Rosemary. A wave of sympathy rose up inside her. "I won't tell anybody, Rosemary. You don't even have to ask."Rosemary looked relieved. "I knew you wouldn't." She paused, scuffing her sandal on the asphalt. "You want to double with us tonight?"Kathy looked at the clock on the side of the shop building. She would have to skip her locker. "I can't, not tonight. I gotta do a poem for tomorrow. Besides, I. . . " Kathy felt her ears turning red. She was glad she hadn't cut her hair. The silky strands hid at least that little part of her embarrassment."I love him. Marvin's really neat, Kathy. It's.. . I don't know." Rosemary took a breath, then spilled out, "My folks won't let me see him without somebody else there. If you and Rich, or you and anybody could come with us. . . . How about tomorrow?"Kathy felt herself giving in. "Call me tonight. I might be able to. I have to run . . . Mr. Letterman hates it when I'm late." She turned to go." 'Kay, Kathy. I'll call you," Rosemary shouted as Kathy hurried toward the office. "Say hi to Old Monkey Face for me!"Dwayne Letterman, the vice-principal of Quimitch High, did look like a monkey, and not just his heavily lined, jug-eared face. His long upper lip, with the single vertical furrow, could have been King Kong's double. If his hairline had crept down three inches, instead of up two, he would have been perfect for the part.His shoulders were about two axe-handles wide, and his big, knobby hands hung at the ends of ropy-muscled arms carried away from his sides. When he'd played interior lineman in the semi-professional ranks, he'd weighed two-forty, but now he stayed trim at an even two hundred pounds of bone, muscle and ugliness spread grotesquely over his five-four frame. Dwayne wore custom-made suits and shirts . . . normal clothes could never fit someone with a chest bigger than Telly Savalas' and a waist like Joel Grey's.Brucella Malta, the attendance secretary, didn't care how Dwayne looked, though. She loved his deep, gravelly voice and the terror he inspired in truant students. At thirty-eight, she'd found the love of her life the day after Dwayne's wife had run off with a weight-loss instructor.Brucella had once been a very good-looking woman, but her total devotion to the banal tasks of her job at Quimitch High had kept her from the affection she craved. The children were never grateful that she and her student staff had helped them to continue their educations. Even years after they graduated (thanks to her well-trained eye for a phony flu or synthetic sickness) not a single student had come back to thank Brucella for setting his feet on the straight and narrow path to scholarly success.Brucella Malta actually hummed to herself now, thinking of the virile strength of Dwayne Letterman and the fresh discovery of her own innate lustiness. Discreet as they were at school, Dwayne and Brucella were like howling animals through long nighttime sessions at either apartment. She pinched the bridge of her nose and smiled secretly every time she thought of the motel manager evicting them during a long weekend at Lake Tahoe.Dwayne and Brucella both had a problem now, and it wasn't as simple as finding another motel room at the height of the ski season. Teachers and coaches and school board members clammed up suspiciously any time either of them came around. Just this morning, someone had put a photocopy of the Quimitch Teachers' Association ethics code in-each of their mailboxes, stapled to a Billy Graham column on adultery.Dwayne Letterman quoted scripture when Brucella brought him a cheap handbill of the Ten Commandments, with the seventh circled. "Jesus wept!" He crumpled it up and threw it toward his wastebasket.Brucella nudged the door shut with her foot and ran her fingers over Dwayne's thick neck. "Don't worry, Dwayne . . . nothing will come of it. Nobody has any proof." She kissed the silver-dollar-size bald spot at the back of his head. 'This isn't the Middle Ages. None of them would do anything to cause any real trouble."Dwayne ran his hand up the inside of her nyloned thigh. "It may be the twentieth century, but this is still San Cretino County," he growled. "Some of the parents have a real hard-on about education." The vice-principal withdrew his paw and hulked over his desk. "I shoulda kept coaching wrestling. At least the team parents had some sense! The friggin' school board doesn't know a goddamn thing about building character! All they want is better test scores."Brucella slid her soft, ink-smudged fingers down the front of Dwayne's chest. Touching his muscular, hairy torso always sent shivers racing from her nipples to her pussy. She rubbed her bosom against the back of his neck. "We could go away for a while at the end of the semester," Brucella purred. "I could take my sick leave . . . maybe go where nobody knows us and just be together." Her sliding, slithery fingers reached his crotch and traced the outline of his prick beneath his tailored slacks.Dwayne brushed her hand away from his stirring cock. "Might do us good." He patted her soft, rounded buttocks. "We'll talk about it later." He jerked his head toward the outer office, where Kathy had just come in. "See if you can find something to get her out of the office for about ten minutes."Brucella smiled lewdly at him. The sudden flow of steamy warmth in her pussy could have drowned Mark Spitz. She pulled the door open and handed a sheaf of prepared bulletins to Kathy. "Take these around to the science department. The teachers have to have them before noon."Brucella could hardly wait for the little blonde girl to leave the room. Her nipples forced themselves stiffly against the cups of bra. She felt her cuntlips squishing wetly together with every step she took. Brucella was shaking by the time she stepped back into the vice-principal's office.Dwayne locked the door behind her. Brucella sat on the edge of his desk, watching him with a lewd gleam in her eye. That thick, strong cock was obviously standing erect pn his jockey shorts.Dwayne closed the Venetian blinds and cleared the top of his desk. He put stacks of paperwork on the shelf next to his trophies, leaving only his telephone and the PA microphone on the green blotter top."Just one quick come," Brucella whispered, lying back on the desk. She looked up at Dwayne, her hand seeking his zipper as he undid his belt.Dwayne let her undo his pants. As she raised her feet to the edge of the desk, he pulled her sensible skirt up, up past the dark bands of her stocking tops, past the satiny garter straps, to the dark-furred nest of her eager pussy. Their hands moved quickly, Brucella's dragging his thick cock out of his fly, Dwayne's' hands squeezing and compressing the puffy heat of her labia."Gawd," Dwayne muttered, "how did I ignore you all those years?" He bent over to kiss her pussy.The wind outside clattered the Venetian blinds through the open window. Flashes of greenish light, strained through the leaves of the landscaping around the building, lit the walls. It was as if both of them were underwater, moving slowly. Brucella felt hypnotized by the sheer erotic sensation of Dwayne's breath, his lips, his tongue seeking through the steamy privacy of her loins.Brucella wrapped both her hands around his prick, sliding the warm skin up and down in time to the bristly nuzzling in her pussy. Dwayne teased around the hot panic button of her clit. She rolled her pelvis, seeking the tongue-touch that would send her cunty hunger soaring. If she could feel his tongue on the tip of her clitty.. . .The tip of Dwayne's nose rimmed her vagina. Brucella spread her knees wider as the hungry ring of muscle at her cunt mouth winked open for him. The lusty slithering of his tongue in the center of her inner labia drove her crazy. She began to whimper.