"Yeah!" the boy gasped. "Oh, shit, baby, take it! Wow!"

Just when Lisa was beginning to wonder whether the boy would ever stop shooting, his cock stopped throbbing. As he pulled the softening pecker out of her mouth, he milked the last of his cum out of the piss tube. As the pearly white gob appeared from the piss slit, Lisa flicked it off with her tongue, and swallowed it.

"You did real good," the boy said, stuffing his cock and balls back inside his dirty jeans. "Real good." He raised his dirty bare foot and stroked her cheek with his toes. "Be seeing you." He turned around, lugged open the door, and squeezed through the narrow opening. Without another word, he was gone.

Lisa struggled to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. A dribble of cum lay from the corner of her mouth to her chin. She wiped the sticky dribble off with her finger. Then, catching herself before she rinsed her finger under the slow running tap, she raised her hand to her mouth and sucked her finger clean. As cheap and degraded as she felt for having been mouth raped by that filthy youth, she still could savor the salty, alkaline taste of his cum. As she leaned forward to wash the sweat and spit off her face, she realized that the crotch of her jeans was soaked. Her cunt was sizzling.

CHAPTER THREE

The October sun was sinking toward the gray bluffs. Lisa could almost see it moving. From her seat in the corner of the classroom, the last seat in the row of seats nearest the windows, Lisa could look out over the river and up at the vertical bluffs. Patches of yellow trees, looking like gardens of dandelions, grew up out of the steep hills below the bluffs. The sky was a deep autumn blue upon which floated cottony gray and white clouds. The river below reflected the sky's blueness, the clouds, the yellow trees, and the bluffs. Lisa was glad she'd come to Sutton. In Parcher, which was as flat as a prepubescent girl's chest, she'd never had a scene like this to look out at from her school classrooms.