He had my panties down and was fingering my cunt before I even knew what happened. We slid to the floor, pushing the chairs out of the way. I lay on my back, spread my legs and waited for Brawny to penetrate me.
First his spit into his hand and coated the rubber. It seemed to bulge obscenely with the thickness of his dick. I tried to relax my pussy.
Then he was kneeling between my legs, pushing them up as he aimed his beautiful prick for my cuntlips.
The spitty tip pushed through the petals and against the inner opening… then into that. I tightened my cunt around him and felt the head probing my insides.
I practically screamed with the intensity of the feelings. I couldn’t help it, I began to contract around him. Just the thought of having him fuck me had pulled my trigger.
He didn’t seem to notice… probably too intent on getting his rocks off.
Brawny shoved forward until we were ground together.
We were a natural couple I think. We moved as if we had always fucked. My body accommodated to him easily My cunt massaged his cock everywhere it touched.
He plowed on and on, building me to a second peak. Again I whispered as I came.
He didn’t notice. A look of intense concentration crossed his brow… one of serious intent. I could feel his balls moving between my legs but most of all the masculine power his prick as it probed my insides, stirring them as they’d never been stirred before.
His face tensed. His lips barely moved, “Here it cums.”
I knew that before he did, because his prick seemed to grow bigger and harder during the last few strokes.
I came off again as he flooded the condom with his juices.
Finally he lay back, sprawled the other direction. I sat up, looking at the foam filled end of the of the rubber. “May I?”
His gesture was weak but positive. I stripped off the rubber and sucked it dry, then licked his cock until it was clean.
Then I lay back down to close my eyes. My legs jumped when his tongue touched my cunt lips as he cleaned me out.
We even got to work on the lines later on. I vowed never to forget to take my pill again.
Chapter 8
as told by David Blame I liked Miss Meaker She was my acting teacher and director of Romeo and Juliet.
I had a small part as the second courtier in the brawl scene. No lines, but lots of action. I kept away from Brawny because I knew he’d break me in half.
Fortunately, Miss Meaker didn’t block me too close to the big guy. Didn’t want to spoil the department secretaries toy. As a freshman at the University I couldn’t expect to have a lead right away, through I could have played Romeo.
The Romeo Miss Meaker picked had blond hair. Now, how Italian is that?
But me, I had dark hair, a Roman nose, slightly out of kilter from a fight in high school and while my skin might have been too light real Italian, they had a makeup for that.
Miss Meaker. Now she had dark enough skin to play in Egyptian. In fact she might have been an Egyptian. I liked her a lot and I mean a lot.
That’s why I was going to her office. I wanted to see her. Talk to her. I guess admire her. She always dressed so nice. The black pony tail made her look like a teacher, which she was of course. But not really all that old. Even when she was wearing pants, she looked sexy.
When I came into her office, she was sitting at her desk, correcting papers.
Even correcting papers with her eyebrows together she looked good. She was wearing a high necked sweater, not too tight, with a white color that emphasized her caramel colored neck. The sweater kind of had pink and white bands the rest of the way. As I say, not too tight, but I had a vivid imagination… you have to be an actor. And I imagined her nice brown tits, sticking up and toward me. I guess I must have licked my lips or something, unconsciously you know, because when she looked up she smiled and said, “You must be thinking a lie. Your mouth’s all dry.”
When she smiled I felt my knees grow week. My leather jacket seemed to holding me together… my shorts were tight. Most of all my jeans had become too small.
“No, mam, I was…“ I guess I must have blushed because she smiled again.
“You’re still disappointed about not being Romeo?”
“Yes, mam.”
“Well, you look young enough to be sixteen. You aren’t though?”
“No, mam, eighteen.”
“I picked Jason because he had more experience… even though your high school experience was excellent and the letter from your coach just fine.”
“Yes mam.” My underwear was getting tighter.
“And, frankly, I didn’t know how you’d look in tights. When I did the Merchant of Venice, the romantic lead had bowed legs. That was nasty. No, I’d seen Jason’s legs, so I knew they were ok.”
“You should have asked me to strip. I wouldn’t have minded. My legs are ok. At least I thought they were. No knock knees or anything like that.
Ms. Meaker leaned forward on the desk. That’s when I got a whiff of her perfume. Boy, that sent my head to whirling. She looked up at me in all seriousness and said, “Would you strip for me now?”
I guess I blushed again.
“An actor can’t have, the pride to feel ashamed. He or she has to do whatever has to be done to win the part. Not that I’m going to bounce Jason out of the play. Nor would I give you a part for any other reason than that you suited it.
I can’t be bribed with anything once I make up my mind.”
I wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but I,reached for the zipper of my leather jacket and pulled it down. Slow like. I looked right into her eyes as I did it. I watched.
I have a good chest. And I happened to be wearing nothing but a muscle shirt underneath. I don’t have much hair there, being so young looking and all, but the muscles are good. I saw her eyes widen as I slipped the jacket off. “You want me to take my undershirt off?”
“It’s your legs that we’re interested in, not your chest… though that’s not bad.” She picked up the pencil she was making the corrections with and tapped her teeth. She had such tasty looking red lips. I. willed my dick to stay under control. This was gettin’ hot.
“Right.” I was wearing a wide leather belt with silver studs in it so I unbuckled that. I saw her eyes go to my crotch, not my legs. Maybe She liked young guys as much as I fantasized about sexy older women… which she definitely was. I unzipped and opened the flaps. Thank somebody that I’d changed my underwear this morning.
Her eyes popped as I stood up straight and pushed my jeans down. Once they got past my knees they slipped to the floor without my help. I kicked first one leg than the other out of the way. She kept staring at my basket.
Well, when a hot lady stares at your crotch, you get hot right? So my dick started to uncurl. I looked down… she looked forward. Damn, I was throwing a rod right in front of my teacher. I shrugged the leather jacket off my shoulders and allowed it to slither down my back onto the floor.
“Step back a little, I can’t see all of you.”
I stepped back. My shorts bulge was pretty good now. Now, my cock is the same length soft as hard, so it makes a nice pop in my jeans. It was getting hard with a vengeance… poking against my nuts.
“Hmm,” she said. “I have nice legs too.”
“Never seen ‘em, you always wear pants.”
This time she stood up, then began stripping off the bulky sweater. Her caramel colored skin glowed. My eyes danced because I could see the nipples of her tits through the lace bra. My dick went up another notch.
I used the same line on her that she’d used on me. “It’s the legs we’re lookin’ at.”