I had to will myself not to cum. God, that was a sexy movement. My T-shirt was hot where her fingers touched.
She seemed to be talking to herself, “I’ve been neglecting the poor boy some thing awful.”
Then her voice grew husky, almost as if she were going to cry. “And I’m not fucking Romeo… although.” She trailed off into a kind of dream, as if she and Romeo were doing something dirty.
Her fingers, meanwhile, were slithering down and across my ribs. My stomach bounced as she walked them across my stomach to my belly button. She twisted in there with the middle one while her other hand grabbed at the elastic of my shorts. I held my breath.
Then she lifted the band while her fingers crawled into the warm nest of my cock and balls.
Her finger found my wet cock nose and moved… but just barely… to smear my stuff over my crown. I almost said, “Ooooh,” but I didn’t want to break the spell.
Her middle finger found my buzz point which she stroked, making the knot of skin slither around and around as she barely touched my dick. Then she grabbed the whole thing. Well not grabbed, because she didn’t want to wake me up.
She did a kind of a slow insistent jerking… the kind that keeps you on edge but not over it. I breathed slowly as she jerked on me and talked too…
“Oh, Ricky, I’m being mean to my boy. I really do love you. But I want a career too. I’m me, not just an object. But still, you have things you need too.”
Her hand began to speed on my cock. I hoped I could hold out long enough to avoid an underwear mess. We never got around to doing the laundry either.
She twisted her hand at the same time as she jerked.
“Maybe I should kiss and makeup.”
She pulled my shorts down until they were under my balls. The elastic lifted my nuts up so they were tight against my hard-on.
Then she did as she promised. She kissed and made up. Right on the tip of my prick. Boy, she has the warmest most loving lips. Her tongue was feathering under my arches, sending that irresistible signal to my nuts.
I held off. Who knew when I’d get another blow job?
I could feel her mouth and cheeks pulling against my rod. Her tongue went in mad circles until I had to fight to stifle a moan of excitement.
My hips were beginning to tighten. The bed was making noises too as Jannie increased the speed of her suck off. Her mouth seemed to be all over my rod.
Then her fingers came into play. One hand folded around my cock while the other began to stroke my balls… she knew that was the best way to get me off.
I wanted to reach up and stroke her breasts. I knew they were hanging out. I could smell the excitement in her panties. We were both going to add to the pile of dirty laundry at this rate.
I allowed my head to roll a little until I came in contact with one of her warm legs. They were so smooth and feminine. I just loved to feel them. She gurgled something but her face was too stuffed with my dick for me to understand. I assumed she knew I was awake. So I stroked her silky leg as I tried to find the edge of her panties.
Contact. The cotton edge roll gave before my insistent finger. I edged in until I felt her pussy hair and then the lips of her pussy. My finger went into her.
She sighed around my cock so I humped up, giving my foreskin a little workout.
She sucked harder.
I fucked into her cunt, my finger riding in and deep.
Jannie smacked off my cock, “Oh, Ricky, that feels so good. I want the real thing in there.”
I whispered, “What’s stopping you?”
We went through our undressing act. She pulled my shorts down, kissing my crotch and legs and toes.
The it was my turn. I stood on my knees, hard-on throbbing and dripping from her attentions. Her panties were on the floor in a moment, with her belly, pussy, legs and toes licked with thorough appreciation.
“Top or bottom?” I asked her. I’d been pumping my cock. Didn’t want to loose the edge now that I was so close to flicking her.
Jannie sprawled like a rag doll on the bed. I had my answer. I stroked her legs as I lifted them into position so that I could have good access to her cunt.
Then I walked on my knees until I was between her legs, my dick practically sniffing the tight warmness of her cunt. Finally I touched my cock nose to her pussy folds, which kind of folded around my dick head. I could feel the resistance at the entrance. We both concentrated. She on relaxing for the entrance, me to get the angle right.
At first I was a little too anxious. It had been so long that my legs were trembling. I took a deep breath and held it. Jannie moaned as my hot tip came in contact with her pussy.
Then I edged forward. What a great feeling Like completing an intricate proof.
My dick slithered into the warmth. Her muscles tightened around my rod. Tighter than her mouth ever could. I pushed forward until our hair patches scratched.
Then I began the strokes. Forward and back. My balls had a mind of their own and got out of sync, flopping from side to side and back and forth. I often made a game of trying to figure out motion and force vectors, but this.was no time for that. This was the time to shoot a hot wad into her pussy.
Jannie seemed to think so too, because she began to move with me, providing more friction. Her stomach tightened and her cunt muscles began to milk my dick. I knew was going to get the cream pretty quick, because my balls stopped in mid swing, tightened and my whole dick turned into a glowing iron bar.
“Ahh… “ was all I could manage as my skin tightened and my nuts jumped.
“Yeah… “ she sighed.
My nuts flooded out, the cum tube filling up with my hot juices. They squirted out and into the dark satisfaction. Inside her. Boy, did I ever cum.
Her pussy tightened just as I was about to shoot my last. Her moans became a wail of satisfaction. My nuts heard the sound and let go more and more.
Finally I slumped on top of her; Jannie’s sweaty tits pressed against my equally sweaty chest.
We lay there for a moment, exhausted, remembering.
Then she said, “Romeo. You’re the only Romeo for me.”
I kissed her nose and eyes. I rolled to the side, exhausted but content. My girl was my girl again, even if she’d be somebody else s temporarily next week when the play opened.
Chapter 7
Miss Shanker’s Brawny “Hi Miss Shanker,” the deep voice rumbled.
I looked up and as it always did, my heart skipped a beat. It was Brawny…
Allan Marks actually. I called him Brawny and everybody else called him Conan the Barbarian. He was a drama major and muscleman combined. The kids in the drama department sniggered behind his back and recommended that he become a professional wrestler… that required acting talent of the highest degree.
I was more hopeful. As secretary to the department, I really controlled what went on around the department… though the mighty professors never admitted it if they even knew it. Professorial ego’s are easily damaged.
I turned away from my word processor, where I was writing a plea to a dean and smiled at Brawny. He really was a most attractive young man. I’m not that old myself, but he seemed like a muscle bound colt, tripping over himself at every turn. He might have been slow witted, but he was certainly polite… I liked that. “Hi, Brawny, what can I do for you?”
“Well… I got a part as officer of the law in Romeo and Juliet.” His chest swelled with pride, threatening to rip the fabric of his university T-shirt to shreds. “And I wondered if you’d have time to coach me on the lines.”
I knew the part and smiled to myself and at him. Your speeches wasn’t exactly earth shaking, but for a kid who had his heart set on being an actor, not a bad start. “Sure. I’m through a five.”