A literotic sexstories: Faith, Hope and Charity :1: Beeder by badbabysitter ,
For those of you who have read my earlier recollections ( Charity Starts at Home), you may remember that my path to debauchery began with the reuniting with my long lost mother and the making of several new and exciting friends. It was that glorious summer which first wakened me to my true sexual nature, but there was still far more to come.
Simply put, and before I blather on some more, I suppose we should pick up where we left off.
My sinful summer had come to an end and I was now on the precipice of a new and more terrifying adventure; the 11th grade in a public school. I had been to nothing but the most elite private boarding schools all my life until I moved in with Momma. I was used to snooty elitism and everyone with too much money, an entire social spectrum was mind boggling to me.
My new best friend Faith ( O’Reilly) assured me there was nothing to fear, that she knew everyone that mattered in the school we were going to and that I’d fit in fine. It was fine for my fire-headed friend to say this, but I was still the east coast rich girl out of her element. My internal shyness contrasted with her brash confidence, near overconfidence.
The first day of school arrived and I was determined to dress my best, but Faith took one look and reminded me we weren’t going to a boarding school. After fussing and going through a hundred ensembles we barely made it to school on time. Our high school was a relatively big edifice stretching back into antiquity with all the modern amenities. The town was big enough for two high schools so spirit was evident walking in the door with “ GO COUGARS!” draped in a banner.
We turned heads as we walked into the school and understandably so; we were both dressed up as slightly slutty school girls. Not enough to break any laws or potential dress codes, but still enough to let people know that we knew we were hot. Matching white blouses tied at the midriff, Faith was comfortable in hers, but my bust was yearning to break free of it’s confines, we had even gone so far as to staple the place where the ties met to ensure I didn’t have an incident. Our skirts were mid-calf and tartan, and yes, we were wearing underwear ( sorry to ruin any fantasies there) and wore white sneakers with knee high stockings.
Within minutes Faith was already introducing me to a plethora of other students, not surprisingly many boys came up to introduce themselves too. And thusly a lot of the girls did as well, high school if anything is territorial after all. But my easy going temperament and all-American looks easily put even the girls with envious eyes , at ease.
A brief refresher on me ; I am quite petite only ranging in at 5’ 3”, long flowing corn-blonde hair and sparkling baby blue eyes. I have what can be described as a pin up figure, wide hips, a big round butt, a slim waist and an almost biblical bust measuring in at 32DD, and to mixed results they would grow even bigger as I matured.
Faith was the opposite; slim and toned, freckled and small busted. Red flaming hair using braided into pigtails. Green eyes clearly showing her Irish heritage , she was more athletic and easily 4 inches taller than me. Whilst I was sweet and petite, she was brash and in your face
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Luckily we had most of our classes together, having strategically planned what classes we were going to take midway through the summer. We even shared the same home room. After a bewildering day of introductions and being shown the grounds of the school, which were pretty impressive, we eventually went home and I did nothing but babble on and on about the school to Momma and Faith, who barely suppressed her laughter.
The rest of the the first week at school was another blur as I learned more about the school, being in Texas and a football championship school our facilities were pretty extensive for a public school so there was a lot to see.I even managed to convince Faith to try out for the cheerleading squad when I told her I was too nervous to try out alone, she agreed when I told her it would give more reasons to not always be at home drunk ass dad.
It was Friday and we were debating how to plan out our weekend, since we now officially had homework and try out’s were after school when we were interrupted by some boys teasing on another boy. He was tall and lanky, with horned rimmed glasses and button up shirt; nerd stereotypes exist for a reason.
“ What’s wrong Beeder, your Momma tie up your laces too tight”
“ Hey Beeder, you been fucking any horses lately”
This went on for a few minutes while the boy struggled with his lock. I was definitely uncomfortable with how they were treating him, but I was also 16 and new and wanted to be popular, so I didn’t say anything. Faith on the other hand had different ideas, and stepped between the bullies and the nerd
“ Hey guys, leave Beeder alone, he can’t help it that he’s only built for livestock”, she smiled but I could tell she was doing it for show
The guys laughed at that and wandered off, Faith walked over and kissed Beeder quickly on the cheek and he flushed from near emberrasment
“ Th-th-thanks Faith,” Beeder sheepishly stuttered and looked away
“Anytime Rick,” Faith said, “ tell you what, my friend Charity and me will come make up for those bullies at the usual place after school…4 o’clock sound good”
Beeder turned flushed completely red nodded, grabbed his books and trotted down the hall. Faith giggled softly as he walked away. He was kinda cute in that nerd boy way. I wandered over beside Faith and watched the tall lanky Beeder walk away.
“ Who was that?” I asked
“ Beeder” Faith replied
“ I got that, why did you call him Rick if his name is Beeder”
Faith chuckled, “ It’s a nickname he got in the 8th grade”
“ Care to explain to the blonde?”
“ The other boys called him it when they saw him in the shower after gym class, it’s a name that’s a sign for insecurity. His name isn’t Beeder, Beeder is just B-D-R”
“ B-D-R?”, I asked not getting the connection
“ Big Dick Rick, he’s hung, like Marcus kinda hung, horse kinda hung”
My eyes widened at that, a white school boy as big as Marcus? This I had to see.
“ Ahhh, I’m guessing our making it up to him involves something rather carnal”
“ You bet your big tits, “ Faith said pinching a nipple through my shirt playfully, “ but your damned cheerleader try outs”
“ Trust me, you’ll like it”
“ I’ve already seen you shake your big pom-poms though”
The cheerleader tryouts were more brutal then I expected, and there was a lot more competition then expected. In boarding school we didn’t have boys, so we had dance teams and it was a much smaller pond. But I wasn’t expecting the great Texas obsession with football and everything connected to it. But my dance training, winning smile and personality , all American looks , I felt I was a cinch to get in. And Faith’s native athleticism and popularity probably would win her a spot too
It was 430 by the time we finished, and my freckled faced friend were hot sweaty and she was pissed off we were going to be late to see Beeder. Not because of some urge for sex, but because she was a stickler for her word. Luckily we didn’t have to go far, it was in the far corner of the outside bleachers . Faith explained to me that he liked to go back there and beat off to the cheerleaders practising
We were hot and sweaty and getting into the cool shade under the bleachers, I was preparing to take off my blouse to let the sisters free and give Beeder a titfuck if he was as really hung as Faith claimed. But we were stopped in our tracks by what we saw
Beeder was leaning on against the wall with his pants around his ankles, kneeling before him was a familiar dark haired girl. She was desperately two fisting the giant shaft protruding from Beeder’s crotch. Faith was right, he was a monster. She was enthralled by his dick, all but worshipping it.
She was a champion cocksucker, she had tricks that I was making mental notes about just watching her. His cock was slick with her spit and she was using it as a lube as she tried shoving more of his girth down her throat. She was crazy hungry for it, the way she was striving for it and grunting and shivering. Her face was a mess, her eye shadow had melted and she had racoon eyes and saliva drooped in long strands from her chin as she stretched her jaws to accommodate his thick tool.
Faith placed a finger to her lips to shush me and we slowly snuck towards them. As we got closer I recognized the girl, our bleachers cocksucker was the very same dick slurper from our party at the Zebra Club. I had no idea she was just as much of a minor as were that night; but then again I had a lot of cock in me that night. The mere thought of it sent a tingle through my spine.
We quietly knelt down beside the girl on either side, She peered at us in shock and then recognition then winked at us and continued slurping taking her fists off his shaft. Faith and I took our cue and went to work on Beeder. Faith leaned in and started kissing the long length of Beeder’s dick whilst I twisted around and started licking at a pair of humungous hairy balls..this was the 80’s after all.
Beeder jolted realizing there was more then one mouth on him and started to pull away.
“ It’s okay Rick.” Faith said soothingly, “ we’re here to make you feel better..Charity too”
I snuck a hand out and waved up as I slowly slurped one his heavy hanging balls into my mouth and rolled it around on my tongue. He just groaned and relaxed again . Beeder all but collapsed against the wall as the three of us girls began our intensive ministrations on him.
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