My fingers paused on his cum tube and my thumb rotated up to the tip. I moved in lazy circles around and around. His stomach bounced a couple of times. I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed; a slight smile crossed his features. Brawny’s lips opened… a sigh came out so I stroked some more.
He lifted his hips and pushed his cutoffs down to his high tops. The boy’s skin fairly glowed. Brawny’s face was flushed. I would have thought all the blood would have been concentrated in his prick by now which was certainly hard enough. I stroked the bulge from ball softness to rigid crown.
“Take it out.” He whispered.
Again his hips came up to help me out. I pulled and there it was… lovely cock. The kind a girl loves to suck. Not too fat, not too thin. Just right.
Suddenly my mouth was flooded with juices. I wondered if his cum was a thick as the chowder or even lumpy. Then. I bent my head to find out. His male odor practically set my head to whirling but my lips patted and my tongue poked out, dripping wet. I slapped it against his cockhead, licking between the soft arches to the hole in the tip where his stuff would squirt out if I did my job right.
He sighed. I closed my lips around his cockhead while his bands began to stroke my back from my bra straps to my neckline. Then they went to my pearl button earrings, sending shivers into my pussy.
I lapped, at the shaft shamelessly, enjoying the taste and texture. Such soft skin over the rod and concealing an iron backbone underneath.
“Can we fuck?” He asked. Again the little boy longing for a treat.
“I’d didn’t take my pills this morning and I’d…”
“I got a condom.” He leaned down to his cutoffs and fished in the pocket, producing the familiar packet which handed to me. “Really get me wet and slip it on.”
The getting him wet part was the most fun… though watching the rubber roll down his stalk and expand to cover his dick was a thrill too.
He was kissing my neck as I rolled the thing on him. I watched the frosty glow turn to pink, wet dick underneath.
While I stroked his balls, he undid the black patent leather belt around my waist and then the black buttons that went up the front of the dress. My body became more and more obvious to him as he unbuttoned. I could see his cock jumping in anticipation. I gathered it between my fingers and jerked on it.
He had my panties down and was fingering my cunt before I even knew what happened. We slid to the floor, pushing the chairs out of the way. I lay on my back, spread my legs and waited for Brawny to penetrate me.
First his spit into his hand and coated the rubber. It seemed to bulge obscenely with the thickness of his dick. I tried to relax my pussy.
Then he was kneeling between my legs, pushing them up as he aimed his beautiful prick for my cuntlips.
The spitty tip pushed through the petals and against the inner opening… then into that. I tightened my cunt around him and felt the head probing my insides.
I practically screamed with the intensity of the feelings. I couldn’t help it, I began to contract around him. Just the thought of having him fuck me had pulled my trigger.
He didn’t seem to notice… probably too intent on getting his rocks off.
Brawny shoved forward until we were ground together.
We were a natural couple I think. We moved as if we had always fucked. My body accommodated to him easily My cunt massaged his cock everywhere it touched.
He plowed on and on, building me to a second peak. Again I whispered as I came.
He didn’t notice. A look of intense concentration crossed his brow… one of serious intent. I could feel his balls moving between my legs but most of all the masculine power his prick as it probed my insides, stirring them as they’d never been stirred before.
His face tensed. His lips barely moved, “Here it cums.”
I knew that before he did, because his prick seemed to grow bigger and harder during the last few strokes.
I came off again as he flooded the condom with his juices.
Finally he lay back, sprawled the other direction. I sat up, looking at the foam filled end of the of the rubber. “May I?”
His gesture was weak but positive. I stripped off the rubber and sucked it dry, then licked his cock until it was clean.
Then I lay back down to close my eyes. My legs jumped when his tongue touched my cunt lips as he cleaned me out.
We even got to work on the lines later on. I vowed never to forget to take my pill again.
Chapter 8
as told by David Blame I liked Miss Meaker She was my acting teacher and director of Romeo and Juliet.
I had a small part as the second courtier in the brawl scene. No lines, but lots of action. I kept away from Brawny because I knew he’d break me in half.
Fortunately, Miss Meaker didn’t block me too close to the big guy. Didn’t want to spoil the department secretaries toy. As a freshman at the University I couldn’t expect to have a lead right away, through I could have played Romeo.
The Romeo Miss Meaker picked had blond hair. Now, how Italian is that?
But me, I had dark hair, a Roman nose, slightly out of kilter from a fight in high school and while my skin might have been too light real Italian, they had a makeup for that.
Miss Meaker. Now she had dark enough skin to play in Egyptian. In fact she might have been an Egyptian. I liked her a lot and I mean a lot.
That’s why I was going to her office. I wanted to see her. Talk to her. I guess admire her. She always dressed so nice. The black pony tail made her look like a teacher, which she was of course. But not really all that old. Even when she was wearing pants, she looked sexy.
When I came into her office, she was sitting at her desk, correcting papers.
Even correcting papers with her eyebrows together she looked good. She was wearing a high necked sweater, not too tight, with a white color that emphasized her caramel colored neck. The sweater kind of had pink and white bands the rest of the way. As I say, not too tight, but I had a vivid imagination… you have to be an actor. And I imagined her nice brown tits, sticking up and toward me. I guess I must have licked my lips or something, unconsciously you know, because when she looked up she smiled and said, “You must be thinking a lie. Your mouth’s all dry.”
When she smiled I felt my knees grow week. My leather jacket seemed to holding me together… my shorts were tight. Most of all my jeans had become too small.
“No, mam, I was…“ I guess I must have blushed because she smiled again.
“You’re still disappointed about not being Romeo?”
“Yes, mam.”
“Well, you look young enough to be sixteen. You aren’t though?”
“No, mam, eighteen.”
“I picked Jason because he had more experience… even though your high school experience was excellent and the letter from your coach just fine.”
“Yes mam.” My underwear was getting tighter.
“And, frankly, I didn’t know how you’d look in tights. When I did the Merchant of Venice, the romantic lead had bowed legs. That was nasty. No, I’d seen Jason’s legs, so I knew they were ok.”
“You should have asked me to strip. I wouldn’t have minded. My legs are ok. At least I thought they were. No knock knees or anything like that.
