myself on his hard peg.
I heard, “Fuck me, honey.”
Harry’s voice sound drowsy. I popped my eyes open. He was in that semi-comatose state he gets into when he’s enjoying a good fuck. His round face relaxes, though it’s fairly flushed and my little lawyer practically pigs out on the feelings. I was feeling pretty good myself.
My boy has a way of wiggling his hips to set his dick that stirs deepest recesses of my insides. He was doing that now.
Like a good drill sergeant, I picked up the pace.
We really fucked. I watched his face for that sign of tension. I wanted to have him deep inside me when he popped, not just at the edges of my cunt.
His mouth opened. He made a fish pucker. Yeah, he was about to do it. I pounded down on his prick so hard my long hair came forward over my face and began to tickle his nose. That set him to twisting his head from side to side.
We were both close. It was going to be a race to see who could get off first. I tightened my pussy muscles… which only helped him. But it did me a lot of good to. My whole cunt twitched. I slammed my belly down on his so my clit bent back and snapped up again, scraping against the folds of skin around it. I was going to make it first.
No.
Damn.
Harry’s cock swelled as he began to pump and gasp at the same time. Little grunts of pleasure. His eyes were open, but I didn’t know what he was seeing.
Certainly not with me.
Then I clouded over. My box snapped and a string of fire crackers exploded in it and they weren’t Harry’s. I must have lit his fuse though, because soon he was really pumping and it was hot juice spattering inside time.
We both practically turned to rag dolls on top of each other after our cum.
Harry lay with one hand off the edge of the bed, his feet were rubbing the end to get them off I suppose.
“Get off me honey, or go on a diet”
I slapped his cherubic face. “I am thinner than ever. If that matters. You’re going to have to take me as I am.”
He grinned, “I just did. And it was great.”
His arm came up as he looked at his watch.
“Shit.”
“The sheets are dirty enough already.”
“I mean, opening night of Romeo and Juliet. We don’t want to waste those freebees.”
“And they say that Romeo has a big dick. They wear those tights you know. Fancy Jones down the hall has filled me in on the details.”
“Ah, women. All they think about is getting laid.”
“How are you different??”
I kissed that cute nose one more time and then got up off him. His cock had shrunk, but was still kind of red. “I’ll meet you down stairs in fifteen minutes. Quick shower and off we go.”
“Want to stop for some flowers for Romeo? You can shove them in his crotch when he comes out for his final bow.”
“Thorns and all?” I kissed Harry again and grabbed my robe and a towel. He lay there on the bed, his black hair glistening from our exertion.
The words to the song went through my head, “I’m just wild about Harry and he’s just wild about me.” He made a swipe at me as I passed.
Maybe he was a little too wild sometime. But not as wild as those drama majors.
Imagining screwing a poor little freshman boy to the stage. Wonder what his name was. I’d costed that bed. It must have been something. Maybe we could fuck on stage. I washed up but found myself thinking only about Harry.
