She played with the brown cloth belt for a moment, then unzipped. She was wearing panties underneath, but they were so thin I could see the shadow of her pussy. My cock started to drip. Then, as if we’d blocked the move on stage, we both moved to the side until we were standing face to face, she was staring at my crotch; I was taking in her legs. They were so smooth looking and long and … sexy.
A drop of my stuff dripped out of my dick and into my shorts. I looked down.
She was watching the tiny round spot grow.
“I excite you, huh?”
“You do… you really do.”
“Well you excite me too.”
“Prove it.” I said that in my most masculine voice.
She stepped forward, her palm out toward my basket. She made contact with my throbbing dick and squeezed it. “What do we have here?”
“A cock, like any other guy.”
“Feels pretty big.”
I shrugged. I didn’t have nothing to compare it to.
“So you just going to squeeze it?”
“Let me see… she pulled my shorts down… my cock, having been trapped, popped up and slapped against my belly.
Her fingers were all over it. Petting. Squeezing. Stroking. My balls jumped. I was on edge as you can imagine. Here was my dream woman playing with my dick.
“You want to put it in here,” she said and pushed her panties down.
What a thick pussy bush… I could barely see her cunt lips through the forest. But I could see them.
“You want some lube?”
“That would help.”
I stepped back, cock bobbing and gestured down to it. Then grabbed the thing around the base and held it up toward her. “Mouth juice works. Direct from the mouth.”
She held up her hand as if to spit it.
“No, I mean, direct.”
She got the point then. As she knelt, I saw her pussy lips open. Geees, I could hardly wait to fuck her… but I had to. She was going to suck me off a little first, which always made my pretty hot.
Her lips were real soft as they kissed my dickhead. But when they closed around the shaft and she really began to give me some tongue action my knees went weak again. I guess I was trembling, because she put her hands on my legs to hold them steady as she sucked me.
“Careful,” I warned.
She smacked off, then spit a mouthful onto my shaft. She stood so quickly that my head spun. I had my cock in my hand still as she pushed her body against it.
Being a little shorter was an advantage in this case, my dickhead punched into her and her cunt lips folded around my rod.
We kind of steered around so that she could sit on the desk and I could straddle her and get some purchase. I can tell ya she felt so warm and juicy around my dick. I began to do slow strokes deep into her. At the same time, I found the catch on the bra and had her brown tits flopping in a few seconds. I pushed all the way in and kind of flexed my butt muscles as I lifted her left tit to my lips. Again the arousing smell of her perfume. I kissed the whole surface, without touching the nipple. That’s when she began to breath hard. I kept up little motions with my hips to let her know where the main action was as I began to lick her nipple. It boinged up, nearly as hard as my dick. Then I treated the other one to my lips and tongue. She was practically puffing by then. And she really wanted me to fuck her, because her body was sliding forward and back on the desk, crunching up the papers she’d been correcting.
“Shove it to me, Little David. Play on my harp.”
I knew what she meant. I leaned forward as she leaned back, her palms on the desk not too far from mine I pulled my dick out, feeling her hot pussy raking over the whole thing as I emerged. Then back again.
I fucked her for a few seconds, watching the spit on her nipples dry. Then I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Boy, were they sweet.
She grabbed me by the hips and held on as I really fucked into her. My balls were swinging back and forth like mad pendulums by then. The feeling was really intense. I closed my eyes and just fucked. It seemed like my body had only one purpose, only one thing attached to on it… cock growing harder and harder with each stroke.
I could hear her panting. Shit, my muscle shirt was going to be soaked.
Already, my armpits were flowing.
Still I flicked, gritting my teeth. Then it happened. I could sense the fire at the end of my cock. My dick head was so hard I could have drilled through rock with it, instead I was melting pussy.
“Ohhhhh.” Was all I said as I threw my head back, my hair jiggling at my neck as I took some more hard strokes. It was too much for me. I wanted this to go on for a long time, but I couldn’t stop myself.
My balls spun in their bag then my rod reared back and then began to spit out my juices. God, I was cumming like it was going to be my last time.
That’s when I felt her pussy begin to spasm too. She was getting off on this as much as I was. We spasmed together. I gave up first but I felt proud that I’d given her so much pleasure. She kept whimpering and then clawed at my biceps.
Finally she stopped.
“Wow.”
“Yea,” I replied.
“Well,” she drew a red nailed finger along my legs starting just by my balls and going down to whole way to my knee. “The legs are fine. Just great. And so was this,” she squeezed her pussy around my dick. “I think if you can learn how to act, you’re going to be great. Just great. Now, remember, just because you fucked me, you don’t own me. I’m not going to cast you because of your dick, but because of your talent.”
“Yes mam.”
I found my shorts and pulled them over my cock. Nuts, they were going to need changing when I got home. I might even sleep with them under my pillow to remind me of what had happened.
Chapter 9
as told by Lois Edens Mario was a prick. And he had a prick too. That was all to obvious from his jeans. He seemed to flaunt his sexuality. As stage crew chief for Romeo and Juliet, I was in charge. I was outnumbered by the guys and since it was a one credit course with me in charge of their grade, they sucked up to me.
Disgusting.
Except for Mario; he was annoying. I have long blonde hair which~ I wear in a pony tail most of the time because it’s comfortable and out of the way when I’m working on stage. I don’t wear jeans exactly… at least not faded ones. A fleece lined University sweat shirt in grey and cotton, fleece lined jeans in burgundy is my usual outfit.
Mario’s outfit? A nasty sneer on his round sexy face. His heavy lips curled as if to say, “What are ya gonna do about it?” He wore his pants, tight and pushed out in the basket and a kind of waffle T-shirt, arms bare even though it’s sometimes cold on stage. All he needed was a cigarette pack rolled up in the sleeve and a tattoo to complete the image of a punk.
No matter what I asked him to do, he’d cock his head to one side, inspecting me as if he were a bird (Eagle naturally) and I a low worm. Then he’d shrug… I think he was from New York City. At least that’s what his accent sounded like.
And because he was so… well, impudent, I assigned him the heavy work and then watched his ass flex as he lifted and struggled. He had a nice ass and the front wasn’t bad either.
“Ok, Lois, what’s next?’
We were the only two left. The stage crew has to put in thirty two hours on a show to get their credit and then I decide on the quality of the work.
Mario was behind in his hours… so I’d agreed to stay a little extra to help him catch up. That’s not strictly part of my scholarship. He looked at me, hands on hips, eyes dark and sexy. His black hair was disheveled, as usual, hanging in kind of ringlets over his brow. And always that thick lipped sneer.
As a final insult, he hooked his hands in the frayed belt loops of his jeans.
We both stared at each other. God, he was sexy. And, I might as well admit it, I wanted to see what the bulge was all about. We kept looking at each other.