school. We parade around a lot… you know, without any clothes on.”
“Oh.”! said as if I understood.
“You now… snake… between a guy’s legs. Rearing up… spitting.” He really grew red now. “That kind of thing.” Snake put his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans.
I looked where the snake had to be. I could see the outline of it, but it wasn’t up or angry or ready to spit. I listened. The area was as quiet as a tomb… not even a janitor whistling.
His fingers moved from down against his thighs to the middle where he adjusted himself a little.
I looked up and caught his eyes. Snake was grinning like a bad little boy, in a dark garage. “You want to see my it?’ “How about your tattoos for starters.”
“Sure.” He stood up, peeled off the leather jacket… then rolled up the shirt. The first thing I saw was on the left side: a roaring lion springing forward. Then all over the left side of his chest a dark flacon flying, on the right another falcon about to enter the nest.
“Don’t falcons eat snakes?”
“I can’t bend that far. Somebody else has to do it.”
Wow, that was bold. I decided to match his boldness, but hold back just a little. You know, kind of prick tease him. “He’d have to show the falcon where the nest was.”
“Falcons have good eyes. They can see everything. His fingers were brushing his cock now so I watched it grow in his pants. That’s a real turn on. Knowing that a guy wants to do something with you.
I formed my fingers into a beak and dived for his crotch. Instead of covering his basket, Snake opened wide and let me dive. I slowed and just landed gently on where I could see the swelling roundness of his cockhead. I touched it.
“Spitting yet?”
“No, but interested if attacked.”
I grabbed his zipper and pulled it down, expecting something weird and wonderful to jump out at me. Well, his shorts did push through the opening and I could see that his cockhead had already spit a little venom.
“So, Miss Falcon?”
I touched his rod. It wiggled, not as if trying to get away or anything, but just from my touch. He popped the top button on his jeans and leaned back in his leg crossed over leg position. That made his dick poke out even more.
I used my hands to push the flaps wide and then surround his cock from both side. Needless to say it was hot and squirming.
“So, you want to see or not? “OK.” I think my voice must have dropped to quarter volume, but he heard me because he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and popped his shorts forward.
It did look like a snake. Kind of bent and twisted as if ready to strike. The head was even redder than his lips. Glossy with the skin tight.
“Well?”
I leaned in. That’s what the other smell was. His randy cock. It glowed and twisted as I looked at it. I put the hand-beak next to my lips and dove down on him. He didn’t spit, at least not right away. But when my lips closed of his prick, he sighed way in the back of his throat. His legs tightened too. I sucked a little, using my lips and tongue everywhere.
“Well, snake didn’t strike.”
“He was waiting for the right target.”
“Oh?” I was wearing and elastic waistband skirt with a self fabric belt in mauve too. I flipped the belt open, stepped back and pushed the skirt to the floor. I was sanding in my sheer panties.
His eyes grew wide; his cock bounced a couple of times and a clear drip oozed out. I was getting him hot. Hell, he was getting me hot. I pushed my panties out of the way and tossed them over the computer monitor.
“You’ve got to dive so I can strike.”
I dove all right, spread my legs and waddled over to him like a ruptured duck, but I wanted to be sure that he could get into me. His legs were together with his cock sticking up out of his lap. I straddled them as he obligingly bent his meat down at a more convenient angle.
I didn’t sink on him right away because I wanted to feel that angry red head twirling inside my cunt lips. He kind of used his dick like the joy stick on a computer game, wiping it just inside my pussy.
Then I stepped forward and squatted down so I was sitting on his legs. His cock pushed up into me. I sighed. It felt as good as it looked and that little crook gave his meat that extra something that set me on fire.
He was just passive. His snake was like a real snake, dodging and changing positions all the time. I lay on him full and lightly bit his nipples. His hips came up then to jam his cock into me.
In fact he uncrossed his legs and held me by the waist while he guided his fuck tool around and in and out of my cunt.
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?”
