“Nice.” She leaned forward and kissed my tip through the cloth. Her fingers were in the edge of the waistband, ready to pull them down. I stepped back and one of her glued on finger nails snapped off..
“Shit,” she said in a very un-lady like way and chewed on the end broken end.
“Sorry.” I touched her hair.
“Why did you stop me?”
“I’m ahead of you. You’ve still got your running pants on.”
“Is that all?” She pouted, chewing on her nail. Then she stood and pushed her sweats down. She was wearing black panties under them, but I could see patches of light skin through their sheerness… and the shadow of her bush.
She kicked off her high-tops and we both stood there, nearly naked taking each other in. She was a gorgeous gal. The kiss on my cock tip had started my balls a boiling.
We both stepped forward to get a feel of the other… our hands passed. Hers found my nuts right away. With gentle pressure she massaged them.
I found her mound, flattened my palm against it, my middle finger pushing what I hoped would be her hole and my thumb searching for that little nub girls have.
We played with each other for a little bit, then stepped closer, so that our chests met. Her fits flattened against my body. I could feel the nipples poking my rib cage since she was a little shorter than me.
We both got the idea at the same time. She moved her hands up to my waistband and I moved mine into a similar position. Our eyes were looking down, for the first sight on the other’s sex.
She gasped when my cock came into view. As I said, it’s kind of fat. The head especially. If it were a mushroom, you’d stuff it and eat it for supper. I hope she’d feel the same.
When I pushed her panties out of the way, it was my turn to gasp. She had the most luscious looking muff. Not so thick that you couldn’t see anything and not so thin you thought she was a little girl. I could see the slit and a hint of pink where it had parted a little bit.
“Wow, what a mushroom. Got a lot of mushroom sauce in it?”
“I’ve been a monk for six weeks.”
“Can I nibble it?”
I lifted my cock up, the big mushroom pointing toward her lips. Once again she was on her knees, her mouth open. This time she kissed the head but not through my shorts. Her lips folded around the tip and began a toothless munch on my whole crown and the soft part under it. Sarah’s tongue whirled and so did my head she gave good head. I put my hands on my butt and leaned forward to get the best effect.
Once she’d had enough of tasting the top, she came off and began to lick down toward my nuts. The fur on them began to tingle in anticipation of her tongue.
Sara’s palm came under my left ball and lifted it as her mouth closed around it. My eyes went blank for a second. All I could do was feel those warm lips massaging my sex egg. Then she went for the other one. I was breathing kind of heavily then.
Without saying a word, she stood, pushed on my crew cut. I sank into the worshiping position now. Her box was right in front of my face. I touched my nose to the top of the slit and drew a slow line down the opening, smelling her need as I went lower and lower. My hands were going up and down her smooth legs to her crotch. When I reached bottom for about the third time, I poked my tongue out and tilted my head up. Sarah was playing with her fits, massaging them and touching the nipples with her fingers. I saw her stomach muscles flex too. My tongue touched that secret, hooded spot at the top and wedged in.
She must have been on hair trigger, because the first touch sent her body into spasms. I poked and licked around the little most nub and felt it tremble and shudder at the same time.
“Wow, I’ve never cum off that quick before, Friar.”
I looked up, my face smeared with her juices. “You up for a fuck?”
“You look like you’re up.” She pulled me up by my arms… our bodies touched again, my cock crushing against her belly. My balls brushed the bottom of her pussy.
I backed her up until we were against the edge of the table. She reached behind and moved the coffee cups to the side and bent back over the table until she was kind of sitting on it… legs on the floor, pussy spread and her back on the table.
I steadied myself while I lifted her legs slightly to get a better angle. Her ass came up so I could see into the moist folds of her pussy.
I put her legs over my shoulders and edged forward, holding my dripping cock to make contact. Oooh. Did that ever feel good as her pussy folded around my head flare.
“Don’t push yet. Let me get used to it.”
I obliged. Then she wiggled her hips as a pushed forward. My dick went into her inch by inch allowing me to feel the cunt walls closing around me. What heaven.
Then we began the actual fucking. We’d been teasing each other for so long that I had to build up things so I could get off. She helped a lot too, by tightening her cunt muscles around my dick. They caught against my cock rim and prevented me from dropping out.
Back and forth we went. I could smell the coffee faintly, but her pussy odor and my sweat was ever more powerful.
She went, “Ahhh… ahhhh… ahhh,” with each stroke. I tightened my belly and really dug in then. The fire was growing at my tip… faster and faster. Her back must have been wet because if squeaked on the table. Her hair had fallen off the edge and was flopping from side to side. I looked at her face… it was pure angel.
Tighter and faster.
The explosion began in my nuts, traveled like a explosion up my tube and shooting out the end, spraying the walls of her cunt with my juices. Shot after thick shot rocketed up into her. She began to tremble too so I knew she was getting off again. One last jam forward. I stayed still, feeling the pressure of her legs on my shoulders. That was it.
I pulled out, found my shorts and wiped myself clean. She zipped my robe up. I watched her climb back into her clothes.
We were still talking when Mr. Crocket came down from his nap.
“Nice to see you two together. Did you have a good time while I napped?”
“Just fine, Grandpa.”
“I better get going. I have a 4 o’clock.”
Chapter 13
As told by Rita, box office girl I was waiting for Snake. I met him when I took the computer up to Instructional Technology Services to have it repaired. Everybody else was on lunch break. As a minimum wage student employee, he didn’t get a lunch break. Snake was working his way through an electronics major and considered the work experience valuable. I considered him cute in the extreme.
He looked like he should be on a horse with a falcon perched on his arm or something like that. Very nice and princely appearing with glossy black hair, somewhat unkempt, as if he’d just come off the field of battle.
The guy was wearing a T-shirt which showed the shadows of a series of tattoos.
Said he and the frat brothers had gotten drunk one night, went up to the twin cities and had the tattoos made.
His mother was mad, but girls thought they were kind of interesting. We kind of hinted around, you know how you do when you’re interested in a guy but don’t want to be too obvious. I had dreams of making it with him on the bed up on the set.
It’s been three days and the computer’s still not back. I’ve been having to hand write tickets in the box office. And, with Romeo and Juliet opening in a few days, that means a lot of works and cranky patrons.
I got a call from Snake, actually, Arthur saying he’d bring the computer back after work today… would I be in the box office? I’m sure I sounded breathless when I said I would be. Hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea… or maybe the right idea cause I really like him. I’ve had several nights thinking about him and dreaming what he might look like naked. My tits got all hard and my pussy runny just thinking about snake. We kidded that time that he would show me his snake if he got the chance. I wonder if it’s a tattoo or something else? I’m game for either. I bet he has a hairy chest too. All glossy black.