I kissed her tits, my hands working their way down her stomach to the waist of her skirt. Gees. I’d have to figure that out. Her hand disappeared from around my dick, but not her finger. She snapped or unzipped something and I was home free. I kept kissing my way down her belly to the top of her panty hose. I could smell her pussy now. I could tell she was as excited as I was.
My finger poked inside the pantyhose and into the depths of her belly, to the very bottom where her cunt hole begins.
Marsha was pushing against my head, urging me on and down further. I was half want down the bed and she’d managed to spread her legs on it. As I kissed her belly, closer and closer to her snatch, she pushed the pantyhose down. I watched the blonde bush appear and smelled the wetness between her legs.
I kissed her mound while I used my tongue to slice into and between the lips.
She sighed as she grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me up along her body. I licked her nipples on the way to her face, where we kissed. My.sweats had been scraped down my knees, so I was lying on top of her with nothing but my jock between me and her cunt.
That didn’t last long either. She was fiddling with the straps. My rod caught in the top of the band, but she reached in and untangled it. We were lying on the bed now, stretched out, my cock pressed against her cunt lips. They were kind of folded over part of the shaft, right near the head.
That’s when the itch in my dick really started. Her hands were pushing my athletic shirt up and more of my hairy body touched hers. She liked the hair too because she started moaning and kissing my ear, her legs opening and closing while her cunt lip’s grabbed my dick and released it.
“Fuck me Conner.”
Well, that’s what I had every intention of doing. I rose up on my knees and watched as she spread as wide as a turkey wishbone for me, her pussy gap widened to the pinkness inside and under the hair.
My cock was oozing lubricant. I hoped it would be enough. I took my middle finger and wiped it down her cunt and inside the lips which were plenty moist with her juice. So I grabbed my cock in my hand and kind of drew a line between her cunt lips, feeling the skin fold open and then close behind my cock as it worked it way down.
Then I was at the hole. It seemed tight, so I took a few seconds to poke against it, making really short strokes into and out of the opening. Finally I felt it give way and my dick slid up into her. First the narrow point of my cockhead, then the neck and finally the wider shaft. She opened for me as I slipped into the hot interior in a long, smooth stroke. When I reached bottom, I just lay there, then leaned forward and started to lick her tits again.
She really liked that because her hips began to piston, releasing and capturing my cock again and again. My balls were in an touchdown uproar by then.
She spread her legs wider and used her heels against my back. Boy, her running shoes felt strange against my back, but wasn’t about to stop and take them off.
The heels pounded my back as I jiggled in and out of her.
My hands came into play now; I used her tits to steady myself and then massaged her breasts at the same times as I fucked her hole.
Her mouth was opening and closing in heavy gasps with each stroke. I felt like a fish too, my mouth gulping air as I pushed and pulled.
“Harder, Conner. I want to get my gun.”
Who didn’t?
I pushed harder. because my balls were really tight by then. So tight I thought the skin would pop and they’d be out in the cold.
Marsha worked with me… our passion building with each stroke. My hair had fallen forward, forming a brown curtain over my eyes. There was sweat gathering on either side of my nose. I knew I–I was glowing bright red from top to bottom.
Then Marsha wrapped her legs around me tighter and really began to pull me into her. Her heels made thuds against my back. I was going to have sole marks on my spine before we were through.
But I didn’t care any more. I just wanted to get off and get her off too. I tried to time myself so she could have some fun too, but the tingling in the end of my dick and deep inside my body took over.
She must have known I was close, because she became even more wild in her lunges. I felt my dick scraping things inside her. That must have been where she was sensitive. My belly bounced against hers. There was something real hard at the top of her slot which squashed when we came together.
I let out one long “whoooooo” of breath as my nuts jumped and the flood gates opened. Boy did I let go. My nuts flared, the cum tube widened; hell, I really juiced her. Juiced her deep too, squirting my stuff way up inside her.
Her belly was bouncing against mine in a rhythm not of my making. Christ, she was coming off too.
We both howled like wolves in the Minnesota woods at mating time. Our coupling had reached its peak.
My jiz felt like hot lead squirting out of my hole. At the same time, her pussy seemed to be grabbing at my cock, as if she would never let it go.
I peaked. My squirts turned to spurts and then dribbles. I felt absolutely drained… which was probably the case: I slumped on her body, my cock still giving off occasional twitches.
Something cold touched my butt. I opened my eyes. There was the whole male contingent of the stage crew standing around me just inside the pool of light.
I looked for Lois ashamed that she might have seen me fucking on Juliet’s bed.
Fortunately, she wasn’t there.
It was Rick. “I see you got your stage screw.”
Everybody burst out laughing. Even I had to laugh. It had been a setup with Marsha the willing accomplice. My cock wilted. I tried to hide my nakedness, grabbing for the jock strap bands and pulling the pouch over my deflating cock.
Marsha smiled and winked at me. She hugged me close to her body, the sweat on her tits smeared against my chest. “You were the best stage screw I ever had. I think I’ll tell the guys I’m out of circulation for awhile.”
And that’s how Marsha and I became lovers. Friends too. But that’s a whole different story.
Chapter 11
As told by Mary Wilkins I had been standing next to Rick when Conner got his stage screw initiation.
When Conner caught sight of me, he blushed and tried to hide his wet deck. But I wasn’t looking at the action on Juliet’s bed but at the action in Rick’s pants. Rick’s a cute guy. A little short, maybe, at least for me, I’m nearly six feet, but petite for all of that. But Rick was maybe five eight or nine.
His blond hair was short… some of the other guys in drama like to have pony tails. I guess that prepares them for 18th century. Restoration Comedy or something. But there was something so wholesome and clean cut about Rick.
As we watched Conner and Marsha get it on, I whispered in his ear, “And who initiated you.”
He turned to me, a big grin on his face, “I started the ritual. Nobody’s initiated me… yet.”
I allowed my hand to touch the edge of his jeans. His leg was warm. He kept staring straight ahead. His grey and red plaid shirt was fuzzy to the touch when I ran my finger up to his waist band. Frankly, I’d never touched a guy before. Something in my upbringing suppose. But that s all right. I can tell you I wanted to touch Rick… and down there two. I wondered if all guy’s cocks looked like Conner’s… I supposed there must be differences. Back in the dorms I’d been looking at the other girls when we took showers. Our dorm had stall for each shower, unlike the boys who stood all in a row. I bet they compared equipment too.
Tits were all sizes and shapes. So were cunts. Some long. Some short. Some deep. Some shallow. I didn’t know what mine was or what really happened, though we talked a lot. Mostly about falling in love. Sex was part of that. I was in love with Rick. Cute and cocky. And his cocky was up as I glanced down. When he slapped Conner’s ass after the flick and everybody crowded around, I was right behind Rick, patting his ass as I talked over his shoulder. I don’t know ill thought Marsha was a slut for public display, but I was sure interested. A lot of the guys standing around had their hands covering their crotches, so I knew watching somebody else give it and get it got them excited.