She imagined being under his hulking weight, being crushed with those fabulous arms, his cock thrusting deeply into her cunt, crunching against her backbone.

Oh God, she thought, it's not fair! I want him too! I want that big dick more than you do, you bitch! Let me have it! NOW!

Instead of obeying her overwhelming desires, she leaned against the wall and dug her fingers into her frothy pussy. The pleasure seemed to split into two, distinct sensations. One was a gentle throbbing stab that sucked and pulled on her pussy muscles. The other was a painful suction as her pussy became like a vacuum that demanded to be filled.

"Did you get it all?" the man asked. "I don't want any of it sticking to my shorts."

The girl pulled her face away from his crotch and began washing his balls, his thighs, and then back to his prick.

"There's not a single drop of cum left anywhere," the girl said rather disappointedly. "Can you give me a little more? Or maybe a lot more?"

"I'd like to," the man said. "But we're cutting it a little close this morning. Someone might show up any minute."

As if on cue, a noise was heard in the hall outside the lounge.

"Quick!" the man said. "Get your fucking blouse back on!"

Ann heard the sounds of zippers and the rustle of clothing as the man and woman quickly began dressing.

"Damnit!" the woman said. "My bra's stuck. It's hung against a button!"

"Get behind those lockers!" the man said. "They're almost here!"

Ann quickly withdrew her hand from her panties and smoothed out her skirt. She too was suddenly frightened. Then the door opened.

"Hello, Miss Harris," the principal, Mr. Thomas, said. "What are you doing standing here in the dark?"

"I… I was looking for the light switch," Ann whispered.