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Lawson Has His Fun	By : TimedWatcher Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 33000 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A crime had been committed at Third Street School. Someone had stolen the dessert special of triple fudge macadamia nut cookies! Not to mention the brownies meant for those that were allergic to peanuts. It was one of the only ways you could choke down that mystery meat with that being the gold at the end of that awful tastin' rainbow. I wasn't too worried about it though. Cause it was me who done it in the first place! Took that and left it for Kurst along with a valentines day card. With any luck, she'd probably have eaten that too. With everybody scrambling, looking for them, it gave him time for something he was a big fan of.

Off the usual highway of travel for the kids, sat a secluded boy's bathroom. Inside was a rather unusual sight. A dimly lit room with a bulb that seemed to flicker whenever it wanted. Under that inconsistent light however, was a red headed boy in a blue cap, reflected in three sets of mirrors, resting slightly on a bathroom sink. His pants jeans undone and pulled down slightly. His face and head were turned up, clearly enjoying himself. On the other hand, there was a girl crouching in front of him. Who at first was hard to tell was even a girl with the leather jacket, boots and tuque she wore. However the red dress and stockings became the dead giveaways. She wasn't merely crouched on her knees for no reason however. With one hand on the rim of the faucet, and another wrapped around the boys hard length, she stroked it back and forth, almost admiring her handy work. Compared to the boy, her face read of determination and not pleasure. Her tongue darted out and gave it a few licks before taking the head inside her warm mouth. She had a rhythm going with her strokes and mouth moving a few inches back and forth. The taste that would be forthcoming was negligible. She just wanted it done and down her throat. That's when the boys hands fell upon her head. He was reaching his critical point. That's when she started humming the theme to The Adventures of Beanie McChimp. For some reason that act would really help send him sky rocketing into orgasm.

The boy had other plans though. Locking a knotted strand, between his fingers, he pulled her mouth off his erection and started stroking himself. It didn't take long after she had been pulled off. Her reaction was priceless as he spurted himself across her face.

Bits of it had gotten into her mouth and she made the effort to raspberry spit before attempting to talk. "Lawson! What the heck? I thought we talked about this!" Although it was less a reminder and more of a borderline screech.

"Oh gee. Sorry Spinelli. I guess I wasn't thinking." Spinelli couldn't believe she puts up with that tone of his. Especially whenever he put on a crud eating grin. She would just clock him one normally, but that's what got her into this mess in the first place.

Getting up from her vulnerable position in front of him, she walked over to the sink farthest from him. Turning on some warm water, she gave her face a splash in an attempt to clear away his freshly laid spunk. "What if you stained my outfit and one of the teachers saw it? Do you know how much trouble you'd be in?"

"You know me Spinelle. I always walk on the wild side." Spinelli looked up to see him appear behind her in the mirror she was standing in front of. She needed to get away and headed over to a dispenser to get a paper towel. "Besides. I'm getting a little tired of the usual stuff..."

His request. That's all that came to mind when he said it like that. Spinelli had buried her face in the dampening paper. Despite her best efforts to dissuade him of it, it just wasn't enough. She had given him almost everything she had in the weeks that followed the incident. Yet he wanted more. Alright. Despite her attempts to stop it from happening, Spinelli had also been planning ahead just in case.

Like a reflex, she deposited the wet hunk of brown paper in the bin and was about to leave. She probably needed to inform him about the plan. "Gretchen had completed her fifth grade homework ahead of time. So instead of just giving her sixth grade homework, they gave her a period of free time to work on whatever sciencey stuff she usually works on." Turning to face him, she continued. "She's working on something now for the science fair."

"So that's when we're gonna-"

"Beginning of fifth period. Be in one of these stalls. If we're not here in ten minutes, get the heck out." For what Spinelli was about to do to a friend of hers, she talked in a very procedural manner. Lawson even looked impressed.

"Wow Spinelle. I had no idea you had it in you to be so... so..." Lawson had to think for a second to put it into words. "Like me." He finished with one of his trademark wretched smiles.

Spinelli rolled her eyes and her head. "Don't push it Lawson. Let's just get this over with." She turned away from him and stomped off.

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Blast! This just wasn't working. No matter what recalibration she input. Rubbing her eyes, she attempted to envision what she saw last night. As strange and confounding as it sounds, her idea came from a dream she had. When she woke up that morning, she scrambled to put everything seen in that brief broadcast in her head on paper. Formulas, ideas and compounds seemed to flow from her hand and onto this sheet of paper. Yet looking at it now, it seems insane. How do I add the fifth of pi to the quadratic formula? Gretchen had the mind to crumple this into a ball and recycle it. Yet it was some of the only inspiration she had for the upcoming Third Street Elementary science fair. She had higher aspirations than to use any of the other things she built in her moments of free time like her microwave gun. She didn't even feel like rebuilding that satellite dish which was confiscated by the government. Maybe GALILEO had an idea.

Spinelli had her hand placed on the cold handle of the door Gretchen was behind. She had rehearsed this in her head a bunch of times. She would have to get this right. Without a second thought, she turned it and ran inside. Don't mess up your words Spinelli. "Gretch! Gretch! You've got to see this!" She exclaimed with an excited breath and smile of excitement on her face.

Gretchen had been reaching into her bag for her pocket PC and was caught off guard. "What? Huh? Oh. Spinelli. Good to see you. Not to sound unenthused about you being here, but shouldn't you be in Miss Grotke's math class?"

"Of course I was going to be. That's when I found it... I think it's the discovery of a life time!"

Gretchen was intrigued. Spinelli was a good friend but sometimes she could construe the simplest things the wrong way. "Are you sure you're not at all being hyperbolic about this? I somehow doubt the next great discovery in any form of 'scientia' is here at this school." Gretchen affirmed while adjusting her glasses.

A faux look of dejection came across Spinelli's face. "I don't understand exactly what it is, all I know is I want to be the partner of the person that cracks its code. I gotta show it to somebody who understands this kind of stuff. That's why I came to you Gretch." Spinelli turned away. "Maybe I should talk to one of the Pale Kids." Spinelli chided herself. She was so bad at this.

A sigh escaped the goofy heighted red head as she relented. "Oh I suppose one little excursion wouldn't hurt."

"Besides. What's wrong with a little time between us girls anyway?" Spinelli added on. This was getting to be painful. She wished Gretchen would hurry before she would get cold feet on this.

Zipping up her book bag, she got out of her chair and met face to face with Spinelli. "Well lead on..." She giggled to herself at this. "Pardner."

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"In here!?" Gretchen exclaimed.

"Yup." Spinelli had grown accustomed to the boys room. There was a time when she had absolutely feared it. I guess Lawson had shown her the way.

"What could have possibly lead you to going in here? Were you blindfolded and thrown in here against your will in some elaborate prank?" Spinelli almost wanted to tell her about how close that guess was.

"I uh... actually went in here to uh... chase a boy. Who had owed me some gum. I told him not even the boys room could keep him safe from me and, well, here we are." She shrugged her shoulders at Gretchen with a half hearted smile and laugh. Gretchen's eyes squinted incredulously at her, utterly skeptical of the story. Spinelli thought fast and pushed the door open. "If it would make you feel better, I'll hold the door for ya." Stepping in, she held the door with one hand and pointed into the bowels of the boys room with her other.

Gretchen had reminded herself that she came all this way and she supposed she could at least try and see if she's telling the truth. Spinelli was a good friend. To not give her the benefit of the doubt would cast a shadow only on herself and not Spinelli. One small step after all. With one awkward placed footing, she stopped. Now scientifically speaking, she has yet to find evidence of the so called "cootie" that plagues the school, despite a year of study. It's an unseen epidemic she had to question. Yet why did she fear to tread? As she said. One small step, but a giant leap for kid kind.

There she was. In a boys room. A poorly lit one at that. Yet something hit her even worse than the mess of paper towels on the floor or the water drenching the counter of the sink. It was the smell. "Oh my yes. You may have discovered something. What else could have caused this absolutely nauseating smell?" Gretchen had to cover her mouth and face. It was entering everywhere.

"That's how it normally smells..." Spinelli corrected. "You get used to it."

She spoke with her hand muffling her face. "If that's the case, I'd rather my visit be a short one."

Spinelli pointed it out to her. "It's in the final stall there." Gretchen walked in that general direction. Spinelli trailed behind.

Gretchen hoped this would be all worth it. What could it be? Considering the way this place was, she'd hope for a swamp soup of new life. A newly discovered primordial ooze. It could finally help us understand how we came to be. Pushing in the handicap stall door in heightened anticipation, she turned the corner. Nothing yet. Just toilet paper strewn about. The toilet bowl lid was closed however. Was this really where she was going to find the next scientific discovery? She leaned in closer as Spinelli had gotten inside with her as well.

"If you had to guess Spinelli. What would you compare what was in there to?"

Gretchen got a headlock instead of an answer.

Spinelli's elbow pointed out as her left hand gripped on her right hand.

Gretchen was infuriated while trying to pull her head out of the move. Spinelli had a good hold on her despite Gretchen's bucking and attempts at using her hands to pull off the grip she had. "You interrupt me and my work to put me into a wrestling hold in the boys bathroom? I demand a good explanation for this Spinelli." She got one. Sort of. In the next stall over, she heard a step. A click of a lock, then more steps.

"Well well. You did better than expected Spinelle." Gretchen would recognize that annoying high pitched voice anywhere.

"Lawson! Spinelli. What have you done to get yourself in with this malodorous, vile, cad?" Gretchen wanted no, demanded, an explanation as to why her friend would betray her like this. Maybe she did have a good reason. Maybe.

Lawson had to snicker and snort at the sight within the stall. It was a little ridiculous to see. Like some Halloween horse costume with a small girl holding down such a tall girl. "Gretchy gretchy gretchy... still got that big list of words in that noggin of yours."

"Lawson... you still seem to possess very little in the way of an interesting vocabulary."

Lawson had to grit his teeth. "Whatever you gotta say, keep it to yourself. It ain't gonna change nothing about what's gonna happen."

Gretchen only had to think of the few possibilities there could be that could result stemming from the bind she's in. All of them converged on one point.

"You think giving me a swirlie is the worst thing you could do to me? Even bein' a girl I've had this done to me plenty of times to know it's still not the worst thing that could happen to me." Maybe Gretchen's big speech would have meant more if it wasn't her behind doing the talking to Lawson. Lawson wasn't minding those shakes. He didn't mind one bit.

Spinelli almost relented her hold on Gretchen. If only it was a swirlie, Gretch. If only.

"Do you think I'd do that to a girlie girl like you? Nah. That's somethin' I'd do to Spinelli before you." Lawson and Spinelli traded knowing glances as he got closer. "In fact. It was ol' Spinelli here that got me into doin' this." Spinelli looked away from this situation as best she could. She knew she couldn't see the bound red head's judgmental face, but she could still feel it. That and Lawson was really pushing her buttons here. Even if it meant leaving her friend here with him, she wish she didn't have to know about this whole thing happening.

"Did Spinelli discover a new way to backstab someone? Cause I'm already experiencing it."

Spinelli closed her eyes. That hurt more than anything Lawson had done.

"I think you hurt poor wittle Spinelli's feelings. Come on Spinelle. Don't you want to see her suffer now?" His voice went from mocking, encouraging and then sinister, in only a few pauses.

"Just leave me alone..." Lawson felt a little deflated. Gretchen was getting to Spinelli. He'd have to do something to stop it from corrupting the corrupted.

"You know Gretchen... I've always had an eye out for ya." He paused, waiting for a response as he paced behind her. "Well I mean more your body. Cause you got one goofy lookin' face." He made sure to emphasize the word goofy. "Spinelli here though? As tomboy as she is, at least is still cute underneath it all." Lawson looked to see if maybe Spinelli reacted to that. No sale. "You on the other hand? You dress like my grandma. Not to mention that face of yours. I don't know how anybody could look at you for more than two seconds."

He's just trying to get to you. Don't let him in and he can't hurt you.

"I mean you got them stupid lookin' buck teeth. Freckles for miles. I mean I got freckles but they sure aren't nothin' like your spotty face. Speakin' of miles. How long is that face of yours? I'm reminded of a joke with a horse but I already forgot it."

Gretchen stopped any struggling she was doing with Spinelli. She tried to tell herself not to listen. To pretend he wasn't saying anything. Yet... she did. She listened to every word he said. How is it somebody you don't know very well can still describe you perfectly? At the same time. How could you let them control you by insulting you like this and letting it stick to you like glue... so to speak?

"I assume you're tired of this dressing down I'm giving you. So how about getting your dressing up?" Lawson slayed himself sometimes. Gretchen wasn't sure what he meant at first. Lawson bent down and grabbed at the hem of her dress. Gretchen recognized what he was doing without even having to see it.

"LawSON." Her voiced raised with the second half of his name. "If you think you're gonna get away with-" She froze as she felt his cold hands just above her socks. There was a grip on her stringy like legs that sent a shock through her system. She could feel him trace his hands upwards at a snails pace. Those hands were getting higher and higher and into a place she hoped he wouldn't go.

His fingers continued to slide up her legs, but he made sure his thumbs hooked with the long blue dress. The reveal was slow and understated, but kept him on edge with a watering mouth. More and more of her milky white stilts were revealed to him. As Lawson reached his destination, his thumbs flipped her dress at the summit of her legs, sending the entire back of the dress on top of her. It was something that no man, woman or child had ever seen. It was a side of Gretchen that not even she had seen. Yet it was all laid out for Lawson.

"Hey Spinelle. She's got girlier underwear than you." Gretchen wanted to scream. Yet her voice was trapped inside. Didn't help that at random intervals, Spinelli's grip would tighten.

Lawson had underestimated her. He was expecting some nasty ol' big and grey ones. Instead it was a nice pair of pink panties. Guess it makes sense as it matches her socks as well. However those panties more than anything just complimented her bean pole like legs. Lawson leaned in and gave it a slight lick. He could taste her day. Not bad. Not something he'd make very common.

"Keep her steady now. I'm gonna get these offa her." It only took that for Gretchen to start fighting again. Spinelli wished she wouldn't, but couldn't blame her for trying. She held out as long as she could against Lawson. Gretchen could be a tough girl, but she wondered how tough she would be.

Grabbing the frilly patterned soft panties with both hands, Lawson almost jumped in anticipation as he ripped them down with reckless abandon. It was a good goof for Lawson but it made Gretchen react with a scream, which Spinelli quickly attempted to stifle with a squeeze. Lawson wanted to do a bit of his own squeezing seeing the small pale cheeks of Gretchen as he rose up. Being as thin as she was, it seemed more like an extension of her back, as her ass did little to hide any of her entry points. Lawson's hands fell upon the twin set. Rubbing his hands along the flesh, he felt warmth and every bump along the way. When he squeezed them, there wasn't a lot of give. They felt boney and resistant to the squeeze. Pulling apart what little skin she had down there, revealed the only dark part about her. Lawson was able to see Gretchen's starfish pulsate. He could only imagine the tightness of it as she struggled against him.

Lawson had thought long and hard earlier about how he'd take her. He knew this would be the place. "Alright Spinelli. I'm gonna get some of that hand sanitizer for entry. You just keep Gretchy here preoccupodo." He leaned in, giving her right cheek a kiss before walking out of the stall. Gretchen shivered after he left.

As Spinelli stood in wait. It was hard to try and separate yourself from somebody you're holding. Then there was a whisper. "Spinelli. Let me go. This isn't and has never been close to being funny." Gretchen had to figure out some way to crack her friends shell.

"Sorry Gretch." Spinelli didn't have much to say. There was only so much fraternization you could do or take before switching sides, and Gretchen was in such a bad spot that she wished she could just let her go. The best thing she could do is give her advice in a whisper about what best to do in this situation. "Look. When he starts doing it to you, just relax and be as calm as possible. He'll scrape your insides if you let him. Trust me, I know." Thankfully that was a couple days ago. Although that part of her would smart sometimes.

Gretchen was about to try again when she heard his voice coming closer. "Alright you two. Enough chit chattin'."

Lawson came in with a curved hand full of pink slime. It was the schools resident hand sanitizer. It would work well for the job. In a gesture almost like he was bowling, he wrenched his one arm and delivered a smack in the crevice of the cheeks. His hand gave it a once over as his other began undoing his jeans.

Whipping out his cock, he was only a few inches away from getting it in. "Uh Lawson, shouldn't you uh..."

"I don't like that crap on my junk. You know that." Lawson then proceeded to wipe the left over residue on Gretchen's side. Placing his hand on her tail bone, his thumb facing towards him, he used the leverage of his hand to bring himself closer to her.

Gretchen panicked. This was really happening. Normally in a bad situation, it was statistically highly likely that the gang or somebody would come and save her at the last second. Yet here she was. At the mercy of Lawson and... Spinelli. She could feel him prodding her. "Stop. Please. Stop. Stop! Stoooooooooooop!" Her last cry for help came out in a low pained growl as she felt him enter her. Gretchen's mouth hung open as she felt him slide into her inch by inch. At first there was a tingle. It was horrible but nothing too bad at first. Then there was a twinge of pain as he got further. Then it just got worse after that."It hurts! It hurts! Stop it please! If you have any decency you'll stop!" Gretchen's calculations were correct. It was an exit and not an entrance. Yet he continued the assault. How anybody could willingly agree to this was beyond her.

Lawson couldn't be happier. It took a second or two of pushing, then as he entered, he felt like he was gonna slip out, which required him to thrust in for a second. He wanted to pop off right away as he entered, yet after his experiences with Spinelli, he knew himself well enough to be able to hold back. Relatively inexperienced, it didn't take a lot of guessing or thinking to figure out what his preferred method of entry was. Especially as Gretchen's tightness wrapped around him like a glove as he attempted to pull back. Lawson hands took hold of her backside, kneading the cheeks for a second, he lifted off a hand and brought down a smack on one, then the other. Gretchen yelled in pain after each strike as he delivered rapid fire blows. Lawson had to look at his handy work. The red marks he left really stood out on her white skin.

Gretchen couldn't believe it, but the sting from the hits harmed her more than the penetration. Gretchen's legs almost buckled and it felt like she wanted to come down in a heap. In this moment of pain, she wanted to beg and plead one more time. Yet she finally had a savior.

"Lawson lay off." Spinelli had really seen enough. It's bad enough she had to take it there, but for Lawson to do that? She had to put a stop to it.

Lawson raised his eye brow at Spinelli. "Oh. Now you give a toot about her well bein'?" Lawson always had a way to shut people up. Although most of the time it was himself. Spinelli threw Lawson a dirty look. Lawson gritted his teeth at her in kind. That little exchange seemed to knock him off his game and as if to remind him, his girth pulsed as he was about to slide out. He pushed pack in to receive the tight heat of her ass as it engulfed him once again.

"You're doing great Gretch." Spinelli whispered to her restrained friend. It was both a way to reassure her and the fact that Spinelli knew Lawson was gonna be done soon... she hoped for Gretch's sake.

When the pleasure he was getting became too much, he had involuntarily closed his eyes. In his head, he could hear the squelching and the noises as that tight hole of hers warped around his length. It was hard to imagine now, having been in what was probably a girls most sacred and guarded hole, twice, that he was ever afraid of cooties at one point in his life. If some of those fourth graders ever even knew he touched a girls butt, they'd probably think quarantining him for life would be the safest option. If only they knew.

"Spinelli, hold her tight. I'm gonna-" He began thrusting harder and harder as his hands took hold of her almost nonexistent hips. If not for Spinelli, Gretchen would have been rammed face first into the wall she was facing by Lawson.

Spinelli, hated to admit it, but seeing Lawson whimpering and whining and chewing on his bottom lip, while rushing to the finish line on Gretchen's behind, gave her weird feelings. It was one of the few times he ever seemed vulnerable. Her hard stare grew into a softer one as she lamented their first time together up that hole of hers. Spinelli couldn't help but imagine that was her there instead of Gretchen. It sickened her to think like that but she couldn't help it.

Gretchen counted the inches each time she was pushed forward and pulled back. Trying to run analysis on how close her head was getting to the that hard white tiled wall each time. It was the only thing that could keep her mind off the numb pain. Although there was another feeling that loomed that didn't quite click. By all her reasoning, she shouldn't be feeling anything remotely like it.

Bursts of groans escaped Lawson as he finally let go inside her. He stabbed out instinctively, the sensitivity in his tip rising as the last drop of cum left him. He made sure his every inch was in her by standing on his toes. Gretchen's hole seemed to respond in kind, somehow getting tighter on his now shrinking boyhood. Lawson's body relaxed and coiled with Gretchen's. He then shot up again, realising it would probably be a bad idea to use this skinny nerd as a body rest. The aftermath of ejaculating was always sobering.

Spinelli felt like a weight was lifted. The intensity of the whole thing had made her brow sweat. She was thankful her hat caught most of it. Although she'll probably need to clean the thing when she gets home.

"That felt gooooooooood." Lawson's speech was slurred as he pulled himself out of Gretchen with a loud suction 'voip'. He gave the right ass cheek a firm but fair smack and gave Spinelli a relaxed eyebrow raise look.

Gretchen hated it. She hated it more than the hits and the penetration. Even more than Spinelli's betrayal. It was the feeling of still having Lawson in her, when he wasn't in her. It lingered. What was worse is that she felt every glob of that oozing cum as it dripped from her hole. Even brushes of air down there as Lawson moved around her sent tingles throughout her body. "Spinelle. Come take a look at this." Gretchen wanted to die. Even Spinelli freeing her from that grip wasn't solace enough for the embarrassment of what was to come. She felt her cheeks spread. Were they doing an inquiry for goodness sakes?

"Look. She didn't even bleed like you did." Spinelli looked away as if she did something wrong.

This was the first time Lawson ever saw his handy work up close and personal like. He's only heard Spinelli's bitchin' with previous encounters up that hole. Gretchen's sloppy hole was something to behold. That wasn't the tight little entrance he saw when he started this whole thing, it was a perfect big O that was gaping for air as his seed slipped out in droplets. If only he invested some of his parents money into a camera. Dreams would not replicate this master work. Gretchen surprised him though, still standing. Still bent over like she was. Maybe she wanted more.

Gretchen almost tipped over. She placed both her hands for leverage on the cold nasty boys bathroom wall. She imagined all kinds of things growing and mutating in between those indents in the tiles. Then she heard Lawson's voice. "Hey Spinelle." She could only hope she wasn't going to get probed again. There was nothing for a few seconds. What were they planning now? Slightly turning her head, she came to see Lawson in Spinelli's ear. Spinelli clearly wasn't liking what was being said to her.

"You want me to what?" Spinelli looked repulsed.

"Come on Spinelli. You're both friends anyway." Lawson attempted to reassure her in such a nonchalant way. He then grabbed her by the cheek and seemingly pinched it. "You know you're my favorite." He said in such a condescending manner. Gretchen only wondered how she even put up with him. That was just not Spinelli's style.

She pulled away from Lawson, rubbing her cheek. With exhaled breath and a roll of her eyes, Spinelli agreed pensively. "Alright..." Gretchen threw her head forward hoping to not have been seen spying on them. She felt the wind on her back area again, except this time it was warm... oh no.

Lawson wanted to mash Spinelli's tense face into it like he would mash a friends face into food. He leaned down close to her and Gretchen's ass. "She needs a cleanin' Spinelli. And there ain't nobody I trust more with swallowing my stuff than you."

"Lawson. I'm the only one that swallows this disgusting stuff." Spinelli replied incredulously. Lawson leered his eyes to Gretchen and back. She got the message.

It was a much more pleasant smell than she expected. Very vanilla. I guess it's true what they say about girls she told herself. Then she had a realization. A property she forgot to account for before she agreed to do this. The hand soap. It was bad enough she was gonna force herself to eat Lawson's stuff... but having to eat soap? She hasn't eaten soap since that cuss storm she pulled on her parents in '95. She couldn't... she wouldn't... with the closeness of Lawson, and him breathing down her neck, she didn't have much of a choice.

Closing the gap between herself and Gretch, her tongue took lead and she finally delivered a soft lick. That was Lawson's bitter taste alright. She didn't have much to complain about with it though, she was used to it. It was just the way she was going to get it was the truly disgusting part. She could even excuse the soap part. But her friends most delicate of places?

"That's it Spinelli." He wanted nothing more than to see Spinelli munch on that pale ass of Gretch's. If he wasn't spent already, he'd be playing with himself right now.

Soon Spinelli's timid licks became full on ice cream laps. As she was giving Gretchen a tongue bathing, there was a faint murmur. Lawson wasn't sure where at first, then the source became unmistakeable. It was Gretchen. The first time since this all started she was getting any clear enjoyment. Lawson was bemused at the idea that maybe she was into girls more. "It's alright if you enjoy it Gretchy. In fact... why not give Spinelli here a hand by spreadin' those nice cheeks a yours?" He said in such a patronizing tone. As if on cue, her hands came off the sticky walls and those gangly arms of hers fell upon those alabaster globes. "That's right. Stretch that butt'a yours wide." Lawson wanted to frame this. Spinelli using her tongue to scoop up that treat he coated Gretchen's inner walls with, from her now two sizes too big hole she had widened for Spinelli. Although his vocab was limited, he tried to think up plenty of words to describe this. He eventually fell back to a favorite: Moist. It truly was moist.

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"Gretchen. Don't tell me you're gonna-" Spinielli was caught off guard as Gretchen glomped onto Lawson's cock.

"Doin' what yer asked without saying a word? Spinelle. You could learn a thing or two." He smirked off to Spinelli, which she gave him an angry leer in response. "Whew... be careful with those teeth a yours Gretch." Lawson sighed out, his head tilting up, lost in the pleasure. Nah he wasn't mad at her. She's got them heart shaped buck teeth anyway. Besides, she was willingly sucking his cock after just having it in her ass, he could cut her a bit o' slack.

Gretchen gargled after going a bit too far and had to pull off. She coughed for a second as Spinelli took reign of Lawson's cock and started stroking him. "You're doing it all wrong Gretch. You gotta relax, take it slow. Just like when you took Lawson." Pulling the skin down off the head of Lawson's rod, she placed it at her lips and took it inch by inch, when it tickled her tonsils, she pulled it out again with a slight gasp.

Gretchen was fascinated. It was a mind over matter ability, and clearly Spinelli was used to this type of thing. Spinelli was Utilizing her abilities from the hot dog eating championship that was held at the school where she came in third place. Mikey coming in first of course. She wanted to have another go.

Lawson's face scrunched. He looked annoyed. Not over what they were doing, but at the realization he had to be somewhere. "Ah heck. It was fun girls, but coach Colson is having tryouts and I can't be dilly dallyin' with you girls. He really doesn't like kids being late." He wrapped his hand around his length and started hard jerkin' it. It was nowhere near as satisfying but he had to do what he had to do. Both girls almost looked sad about his upcoming departure, but he was at least gonna leave them with a parting gift. He grabbed Gretch by one of her pig tails and pulled her in and let it shotgun out. Gretchen jumped with a slight yelp, totally not expecting it. His essence plastered her glasses. He always wanted to get mud in her eye, but this was the next best thing. Less spectacularly as he switched from Gretchen, Lawson's cum trickled out for Spinelli who held out her tongue with her usual furrowed brow. When the leaky faucet that was his cock stopped dripping, Spinelli took the initiative and wrapped her mouth around the head to give it one last spit shine cleaning. Gretchen seeing this through grime filled glasses, joined in at the side, licking the underside of his cock.

The sight of the two girls working together like this made him wish he skipped out on PE.
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