I leaned as far up as I could, while he continued to jiggle in short strokes.
His raspberry lips met mine. His tongue was another kind of snake, much more active than his cock as it flicked in and out of my mouth.
He leaned back too far and hit the computer keyboard. The printer began to spew out tickets.
I wanted something else to spew out so I ignored the machine’s chatter and really fucked him as hard as he fucked me. His hands around my arms grew tighter. We lifted and pushed together.
I could feel the snake growing harder, as if to strike. Then it did. It spit it’s magic venom into my pussy in great drizzles.
My box contracted too. The guy’s belly had hit my clit and that sent the sky rockets off in my body and in my mind.
I slumped against him. Snake finally had the energy and eyesight to reach behind and press escape. But he didn’t escape from my pussy right away. Finally he softened. I stepped back and off him.
His dick was no longer flushed, but pale and satisfied. I licked him clean.
I was sorry to see those two falcons fly off. Sorry to see his ass for a last moment before he closed the door. But we’d made a date for him to take me to the cast party. I could hardly wait to see my snake again.
Chapter 14
Pamela Steel gets Harry under control I’m just wild about Harry and Harry’s just wild about me. But not at the moment. We were in my dorm room. I was working at the computer doing the books for the University Theater. The business, department had, an agreement with them; I got credit for a practicum business course and they got their books done for free.
Harry wasn’t in business or theatre, he was going to be one of those L A. Law guys. He’d make it too. Harry had a round innocent face so he could tell the most. outrageous lies. My favorite joke was, “Harry, how can you tell a lawyer is lying?”
He fell for it a few times, “How?”
“His mouth is moving.”
“Very funny.”
Harry was hairy. And I mean hairy. God, he had a pelt like a fur coat on him, from neck to navel and below. He was a good lover too but a little slow on the uptake sometimes.
“Pam, you’ve got to keep away from those theatre people.”
“Why?”
“They lack moral scruples.”
A lawyer talking about moral scruples? I didn’t laugh because he was being serious. You had to be serious when he was serious. “What are they doing now?”
“Well, I heard… “who says men never gossip? “Isn’t that hearsay evidence and inadmissible in court?”
“Be serious,” his lips were down. I arranged my face to match his. He continued, “They initiated a freshman guy into the stage crew by sending him out for a stage screw. When the girl delivered it, she practically attacked him. Fucked him there right on Juliet’s bed.”
“Has he filed suit in superior court?”
Harry’s eyebrows went together. I kissed the tip of his nose as he bent over me. “Not that I know of. Have any of those theatre guys made a pass at you? “I haven’t joined the stage crew. Besides, I’m not a freshman.”
“You’re never serious.” He sounded disgusted. I kissed his nose again. This time didn’t back away. A different kind of idea came into his eyes.
I said, “I’m serious about two things… and only two things.”
“Oh?”
“Keeping the books straight and having mad, passionate sex with you as soon as close this file.”
He grinned.
I “escaped” my Dac-Easy accounting software and watched the screen go blank. I tipped my head up. Harry’s eyes were blank.
Since I spend so much time at my computer, I had one of those chairs you kneel on instead of a chair. It’s on wheels, so I rotated on the tile floor until I was facing my boyfriend. Facing his crotch to be exact.
He wasn’t dressed like a lawyer at the moment… campus uniform. And his jeans needed to be washed, but I was afraid that one more washing and they would fall apart. Then the whole campus could see what made me wild about Harry. I leaned forward and pecked at his crotch.
He crossed his legs, “Is that all you ever think about.”
“That and bookkeeping.”
He looked disgusted until I found the bulge of his cockhead and began to lick that. It wasn’t exactly resignation that came into his eyes because corners of his mouth came up and he smiled. He looked like a loveable squirrel at the moment. I put a hand under his balls and began to massage them. I could smell his dick through the cloth. It made my mouth water and my pussy tingle.
When he spoke his voice was husky, so I knew I’d gotten to him. “Let’s take a little break.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Uhhh.”
Harry always got tongue tied when sex was in the air. My fingers found the bottom of his nuts which I cinched just a little. The sac shrank and his dick crawled down his shorts. I wondered what color they were this time. Underneath the lawyer’s exterior lurked a drama major trying to get out. I got it out instead.
When he’s hard, Harry has a bright ring of pink skin around his dick with a cockhead that practically flashes neon red at you. I couldn’t see it, because Harry was wearing red and green paisley print shorts. I almost giggled, but my boy doesn’t appreciate that when he’s being sexy.
I pushed up his shirt to get the full effect of his pelt. My god, there’s a thick tree trunk of hair growing up from his navel to his neck, with spines along the edges like cactus. I kissed his belly. It bounced in appreciation.
Then a pulled those ridiculous shorts down. There was nothing ridiculous about his prick, though. It was flashing at me from a thick bed of hair. I kissed down to the tip and took it in my mouth. The ring of skin around the crown squirmed as I pressed on it.
“Don’t suck me off, I want to fuck.” Another country heard from.
“Sure, sweets. Let’s do it.”
I stood up and we went through our slow strip like we usually did. His middle half was already bare, so I let him take off my green and red sweater. We were color coordinated. The triangles and squares knitted into the sweater went over my head. I couldn’t see then. Harry took advantage of my temporary blindness to lift my tits up in the bra while he found the catch. Ah, glorious freedom. He kissed my nipples. I could smell his randy cock and bet it was bobbing between his legs… just dripping stuff.
I caught my breath as he did my nipples.
Then I could see him again. He had the devilish grin he has when he’s thinking up something novel to do.
“Open your fly and stick my dick in against your panties.”
Oh, one of the clothing fetishes again. Still it sounded sexy, so I did it. My underwear was going to be smeared. We’d have to have a clothes washing date down in the basement of the dorm.
I grabbed his rod and pulled it toward me. Naturally enough, Harry came with it, his famous hair pressing against my body and sending tingles all up and down it.
His meat fit into the opening of my panties and pressed against the wet spot I’d managed to work up in my crotch.
“Ohh, your wet.”
“And so are you lover.” I kissed that cute little nose again. Then I wasn’t playing any more as I bit his lips. His tongue came into me and we dueled. My L A. Lawyer’s hands were stroking my bare back.
Mine undid my black pants and pushed them down. Then he found my panties and did his part. That lovely cock pressed between my cunt lips as we ground together like the two parts of a peppermill. That was hot.
He pulled his meat down just a little and allowed it to poke into the top of my slot. I was all gooey around my cut. Harry added his goo to mine. The soft part of his dick raked down my cut, which popped up. He did that again and again.
Harry knew how steamy that got me. We were still kissing. I did his shoulders.