"GOOD MORNING!!!!" I joyfully screamed a moment before Caroline came up and gagged my mouth with her wanton red lips from eating my pussy. I cried my orgasm into her mouth, my face reddening with every gasping wave. My legs trembled as her hand worked my dripping vagina, making the cubicle walls of the toilet rattle in time.
I went up on my toes as her clit bashing turned me sensitive, making me hop and skip open-legged on her demanding, unforgiving hand.
Caroline forced her tongue down my throat and pushed her body hard against mine, her big breasts enveloping mine.
She pushed against me in time to my cries, spearing me with her wet hot tongue, her boobs flattening out on my hard nipples. My trembling body calmed as she kissed me sensually and eventually withdrew her tongue, stroking my brow as she smiled.
"Oh! I needed that," I gasped, "I've been worrying about Gemma and Rob all night."
"I thought as much," soothed Caroline, still stroking my brow and giving me the occasional butterfly kiss on my forehead.
"I'm happy I got you early," she giggled.
It was true as soon as I stepped into the college, she quickly took hold of my arm and cried, "Quick!"
I let her pull me along in a daze and bundle me into the girls' toilet, pin me to the wall with a hard kiss. At the same time, her nimble, dynamic fingers pushed up my skirt and worked their way into my panties.
"You can pull your panties up now," teased Caroline as if I were expecting more.
"Phew! I dare not bend down. My legs have turned to jelly, you horny bitch."
Caroline laughed, "Stay there. I'll pull them up for you."
With that, she took my panties by the outer waistband. She pulled them hard up my legs, wedging my gusset up hard on my sensitive pussy, giving me a pronounced camel toe before pulling me up on my toes.
I laughed, "Stop it! I've got to go into town and wear these all day."
"Why?"
"Rob didn't come home last night, and we're worried," I sighed, "I'm going to have to go into town to see if he's at his mates."
"I'll get Mark to give you a lift," Caroline casually informed.
"Really, that would save so much time," I sighed in gratitude as I gingerly hobbled out of the cubicle to the mirrors over the hand basins. Caroline immediately worked on her lipstick while I dosed my flushed face with a splash of water. I looked enviously at Carolines full figure as she bent her body over the basins. Her beautiful face close to the mirror, pouting her lips to apply her lipstick.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but is it true that you and Mark are virgins?" I cautiously asked.
"Yep!" She happily replied.
"Really, both of you?" I cried in amazement.
"It's not through lack of trying, I can tell you," wistfully lamented Caroline.
"What do you mean?"
"Marks always premature. Every time I get close to getting his dick in, he just squirts. It's soul-destroying for both of us," Caroline mournfully bemoaned.
"Surely someone of your, er skills can get around that," I cautiously suggested.
"You'd have thought so, but the more I try, the more distraught he becomes the poor lamb."
"I can imagine. It's your fault for having such a sexy body," I joked, trying to lift the downbeat vibe.
"I'm sure it's because he went to an all-boys school. It couldn't have helped," Caroline mused," anyway, so I won't be seeing you this afternoon?"
"I doubt it."
Come midday, I found Mark hoping Caroline had told him of her promise of a lift.
"Mark! Mark, did Caroline tell you I needed a lift?" I urgently asked. He turned and flashed his enigmatic smile.
"What lift? He inquired with his plumb Oxford accent.
"I've got to find my brother," I whined," this whole thing is worrying me."
"I'll want a hand job in return though!"
"What?"
"I heard about you and your brother," he teased with a huge grin.
How did he know? I was sure I hadn't mentioned it to Caroline. However, I wondered if I let something slip when she quizzed me about farmgirls' loose incestuous morals? It was the only solution, and I was a bit hurt that Caroline would be telling other students so early in our relationship.
I quite fancied Mark, and knowing Caroline made him premature gave me a challenge, especially as she had been telling tales.
"Oh, okay, just give me a lift, and I'll toss you off!"
Mark stepped back in shock, "I was only joking," he gasped.
"Sorry, I'm just so desperate. I've got to find my brother," I panicked.
Mark regained his composure, "Come on, your car awaits."
I suffered an embarrassing silent journey, deeply regretting telling Caroline about wanking my brother off. What was more worrying was how conscious free I was in asking to do it. Rob was all too ready to accept as well, and then I let him go down on me. It all seemed quite normal. After all, we weren't fucking. It was just something naughty we did in the long lonely summers in the country. It didn't seem strange at all until someone pointed it out.
In town, I searched without luck for Rob and bounded back to the car park where Mark was waiting. We drove in silence with Mark lost in deep thought. I peered out of my peripheral vision and could see Mark struggling to move and adjust his hardness.
The silence painfully accumulated over time until I could hold back no more.
"What's the matter?" I eventually asked.
"Were you really going to toss me off?" He quickly asked, making it blatantly apparent that the subject had been on his mind the whole time.
"I was actually," I mumbled, holding my hand to my eyes, embarrassed to give him eye contact.
"God, I wish you hadn't said that I'm bursting at the seams down below."
"Sorry, but you started it." I laughed, "Anyway..." I started and trailed off.
"Did Caroline tell you I helped my brother out?" I clumsily asked.
Mark mulled over his answer before finally confessing that Caroline was indeed the culprit.
I gasped in disappointment and looked forlornly out of the window. I felt let down, I thought I had made a real friend, but now nothing but betrayal was on my mind.
Mark could see my disappointment, "It's okay, we'll do anything when we're desperate for the toilet."
"True, I was bursting," I revealed with a blush. The truth was I had been mesmerised by my own brothers erect cock and had already finished my toilet duties. Maybe Mark or Caroline had got the story mixed up. I consoled myself with that excuse and made a note to myself, 'Never let Rob go down on me again.'
With revenge on my mind, I laughed to myself and thought, 'what the hell.' Revenge is a dish best served hot! Mark had taken me downtown by a car, cutting my journey in half, I kidded myself. In truth, I fancied him, and so as we passed the gents, I motioned to him.
"In here!"
"What?"
"Come on," I goaded, grabbing his trouser waistband, "get in here and get your cock out."
The cubicle door slammed shut, and a spellbound Mark lowered his trousers and pants. His cock sprang up to meet my hand.
"Good god, what do they feed you boys here?" I joked as yet another big cock stood teetering and twitching before me.
"I think it's roast beef today. Why?"
"Nothing, bad joke," I said as I took him by the shoulders and turned him to face the wall. I reached around from behind him and took hold of his handsome cock Peering from a safety position, knowing that a shot of sperm wouldn't hit me. Mark's body stiffened up, and he groaned at once as I slowly started to pull his foreskin back.
"Oh god!" He immediately exclaimed, and before I was on the third stroke, he was shooting the contents from his heavy sack high against the cubicle wall.
Bloody hell, Caroline was right. He was quick.
Later in the day, I saw Caroline in the common room. She strode menacingly towards me. I became fearful that she already knew about me tossing Mark off and breathed a sigh when she anxiously informed me about Gemma.
"Nobodies heard a thing from her since Friday. Have you managed to find Rob?"
"No, I couldn't find him anywhere," I told, relieved my fumble with Mark was still a secret.
That night we were visited by the police asking about the whereabouts of Rob. We could tell them nothing, and they were surprisingly reticent when we brought up the subject of Gemma's whereabouts.
The next day I bumped into a furtive Mark at College. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of earshot,
"Fancy making a hundred quid?" He whispered.
"How?"
"Come with me."
We entered the boys' toilets, and standing there were five geeky boys all embarrassingly on the horn.
My body stiffened in anxiety upon entering the forbidden 'boys' only domain. Still, that fear went to unknown heights on seeing the five rapacious boys.
"Hey, what do you think I am?" I squawked, thinking my virtue was about to be assailed.
"Come on, Julie, these boys have never been touched by a girl. Go on, be a saint."
"Fuck off," I screamed as I freed myself from Mark's grip, "what do you think I am?"
Mark bundled me into the corner of the toilet, "You're a farm girl, used to milking cows, just milk these boys, and you'll make a hundred quid."
"You want me to toss them off?"
Mark smiled, "A hundred quid for a few flecks of your wrist?"
The money would come in handy. Sexy new panties for my flashing catwalk on the bus home came immediately to mind. I studied my prey, standing bashfully, unable to keep eye contact. I quickly decided that they were there for the taking and loosened my fingers for the flexing ahead.
"Okay, send them in one by one, and if I scream 'help', you step in, right?"
Mark smirked, "This lot, cause you trouble? You could deal with the lot of them single-handed."
"I intend to," I joked.
