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.
As we walked away from the “wedding bed” I said, “How come I’ve never been initiated?”
“Well… “ Rick hesitated and looked out from his bleached but bushy eyebrows at me. His wide moustache lifted in a grin. “We talked about that, but you can only play one stage screw joke a year and Conner was it. We’ve never done it to one of the girl stage crew members. You notice that Lois wasn’t here… too squeemish I guess.”
Now… I thought I was pretty good looking at the moment in my grape colored sweater and light blue casual pains. I especially liked the accent of the kind of crocheted belt. I have a nice Waist. And nice chest too if it comes to that.
I patted Rick’s ass again, friendly. Not hard or anything. “Didn’t that display of animalism get you all excited,” I asked.
“Kind ol.” He looked at me again. I checked out the front of his jeans. Yep, he must have had something going on down there, because the bulge was bigger. In fact, I could see a kind of wet spot where the tip of his thing must have pressed. So guys got wet like girls did. Hmmm. That was interesting. Only his stuff was for more than lubrication. At least when he let go.
“Walk you home,” he said as we clomped right down the stairs to the crew locker room. To show you how old this theatre was, there was only one locker room.
Lois and I had to change in the women’s washroom off the main lobby of the theatre. Fortunately I’d changed, so I waited outside for Rick to appear. There was loud laughter inside. Then a lot of back slapping when Conner made his sheepish way into the area.
Rick came out. “You live on a coed floor?”
“Yeah. With 24 hour visitation rights. Want to stop by? I’ve got a popcorn popper, strictly illegal and an electric tea pot.
“I could stand a little relaxation. Technical Dress rehearsal is in a few days.
We’re going to work our asses off… Sorry.”
For a guy who had such a big mouth, Rick was sure shy. He was shy when I poured the tea for us. He’d sat on my roommates bed, assuming I’d sit on mine. But I sat with him instead. We listened to the corn pop. That’s when I thought of popping. My panties were still wet from having watched Conner do Marsha.
I put my empty cup beside me as we talked about classes and what teacher was good and what professor to avoid and why. My hand crept to the very edge of the side seam of his jeans. He gulped the last of his tea, then put the cup down on the floor; I did the same in case the action got too heavy and then Rick leaned back against the wall, his arms behind his head, open to me completely. I could see the bulge growing again.
“So, you wish you’d been sent out to buy a #8 stage screw instead of Conner?”
That flustered me. I touched my left tit with my fingers, “Well, not exactly.
I’d rather start out a little slower. I mean, not get into the heavy stuff right away.”
“You never seen video’s or magazines or anything.”
“I’ve looked at the Sears underwear ads and… ”
“How about jocks? I’m wearing a jock.”
I looked down into his lap a little more carefully, he was right. My brothers blushed when Ma gave them their jocks back from the wash.
“Let me guess the color. A guy as flamboyant as you… red?”
“Got it in one.” He pulled the waist of his jeans forward… I got a flash of brilliant red.
“My brothers never paraded around in the jocks. What do you do, just slip your legs into them and… “
“Pull up or down, depending on which way you’re going. On or off. Undo that top button there and you can see the top at least.”
My throat went dry as hands began to tremble, but Rick just lay against the wall, eyes half closed, pretending indifference. But I knew he wasn’t because I could now see the long outline of his dick. God, that thing had grown. I touched the button, still warm from his body below and slipped it through the opening. We were both holding our
