She said, “Screw that, let’s go running around.” She didn’t want to go home. Her parents and divorced sister, who had just moved back in, were...there, sharing in their misery. She wanted an hour or so of peace. I obliged.We cruised around for a bit. Went to the square and watched some of the school kids cruising and talked and drank Cokes for an hour or so. Then the subject turned to dating. I wanted some ass and was determined to get some. I asked her if she knew anyone who might want a quick. It made the altar boys kind of nervous, being in front of forty teenage girls and trying not to screw up. They were from St. John's, the boy's school across the street, and some of my classmates liked to tease them, you know, since they were trying to ignore us and we were bored. Jeremy was one of them today and I wondered if that was by accident or if he'd volunteered or switched with another boy or what. I really didn't know how they got picked for any particular day, but I didn't believe in. “Let me tell ya boys, I have been making these bitches chug water and beer all day,” Sandra said. “They are going to fill up this pool with piss, and then we will have a real show on our hands!”They were cheering. “Who wants to see these bitches drenched?”Every one of them did. The lust lay into our flesh from the eager eyes of each person, waiting for the first of us to break. My roommate Rachel bounced on the balls of her feet, her light blonde hair bouncing on her bare shoulders, her tiny. Arching her back, I feel her cum, then again and again. She pulls me up to her and kisses me. She licks my lips to taste her self from my mouth. She strokes my cock with one hand and encouragingly guides my shaft toward her hot box. I change positions…and move up on top. I kiss her gently on her lips. She helps guide my cock near her pussy. Very Slowly; and very carefully I slide my rod into her hot box. She bites her lip, closes her eyes and lets out a deep sexual tone. I push in deep, and.