Alice Moore - Amorous Actresses

Did he smell hot. My tongue was practically dripping for a taste of dick, but I kept myself under-control while I licked around the fluffy fuzz of his crotch.

I could feel his dick poking into my chin. I shrugged my blouse open, reached in and lifted at tit out, I used it to touch his cum eye with. He sighed as if he’d taken in about five gallons of air.

My fingers were roaming on his nuts. The pouch was long and droopy. His balls were bigger than eggs and almost as hard. I clinked them together. He sighed some more.

Then he said, “Suck me off, Martina.”

I hefted his sausage one more time, then grabbed it around the base, catching some of the nut-sac at the same time. As leaned in I could smell the flavorful sauce he was making along with a mixture of soap and after shave. The man smell prevailed. I touched just the tip of my tongue to his cum eye. It opened and dropped a clear bead on the end. I slurped that up and closed my lips around his meat. That’s what it was too.

He began to pump just a little, sliding his ass along the slippery vinyl so that a lot of his dick poked in and all the way back to my throat opening. I fastened my hand around his rod and began to slurp off his cock. As soon as I’d closed my lips around the thick end, I’d open again and swallowed him to the back of my throat.

With my free hand I tickled his nuts. That seemed to make him a little wilder.

His hips moved more frequently on the bench. I caught him under the chin with my tongue and did a number on that area. His leakage was more frequent and full now, though not very tasty at the moment.

I wanted his juice to squirt out and fill my mouth with his texture and flavor.

I squeezed his nuts, looking up at his face. It was a mask of sheer pleasure. I began to jerk on the thick shaft, pushing the skin up into my mouth and feeling it close over his cockhead. His hips began a regular rhythm which I tried to match and keep.

His balls jiggled against my hand, the light covering of hair tickling.

He was still playing lightly around my pussy lips. It was a real tangle of arms. Then he found my opening and slipped up inside. His thick finger was long and active. He twisted and turned as much as the position would allow and began to finger fuck me.

As I sucked him off, I thought would that cock of his feel good inside me. But the finger will have to do. I sucked harder as he dug deeper. He hit a hot spot inside and I clamped around his finger, hoping it would never go away.

It didn’t. His little finger found my clit and was flipping it from side to side… I was close. And from the feeling of his cock in my mouth so we he. I tightened my grip and allowed him to jam between my fingers at his own speed.

He went faster than a jack rabbit across a road.

“Ahhhhhhhh.” Came out in one long sigh. His dickhead tightened, paused and then began to let go. I gulped his hot juices down and added my own around his fingers as I came off too. Did I ever come off.

I watched his cock soften… not get shorter… just soften. He reached over to my notebook as I put him and myself back together. Crossed out one year and wrote in two. Then he checked the full page blank.

“Let me get something to clear your mouth.”

“Never mind. I like the taste. If your pizza’s are half as good, no wonder Pie in the Sky is the place to be.”

He kissed my eyebrows again as I tied the bow on my blouse.

I watched his ass as he went to the front to get back to work. He moved it so well. I was looking forward to it moving for me.

as told by Rick There’s no doubt that I loved Janice, or Jannie as I called her in the heat of a luck; but she is a drama major, which is bad and a girl who had dreams of being a leading lady. In fact she was: Juliet in the university theatre production of Romeo and Juliet. She kept going on about how wonderful Romeo was. I accused her of letting him get into her pants, a place where I felt I had pretty exclusive rights.

Not that we were married or anything. That’s not the way relationships go today. But we were living together. At least sharing the same bed, though she was too tired from rehearsal to do much.

I was kind of tired myself; we were on a physics project, working out some equations for unifying the Einstein Theory of Relativity and the Plank theories of Quantum Mechanics. What a drag. My head spun with equations. What I needed was a good luck or suck or something. I lay in bed with visions of Quarks and black holes dancing in my head; playing with myself. Boy, I hadn’t done that in a long time. Felt good though. The guys joked that if no pussy was available, you could always go to Lady Hand and her five fingers.

I wasn’t actually jerking off or anything. But I was stroking my crotch, lying in my tight shorts, balls kind of tingling and my dick half full and half empty, if you know what I mean.

Hell, if Jannie wasn’t going to cooperate, why not jerk off? I stroked up and down my dick. My balls began to shrivel. There was no half way about it. Our argument had not been half way that morning.

“You’re fucking Romeo,” I’d said.

She shook her long blond hair in an emphatic no. Her pretty face frowned. “How could you think such a thing,” she said.

“Easy,” I had replied. “You’re always too tired. I’m going to take up with Marsha.” Marsha was a brilliant theoretical physicist who had been coming on to me, with little sexy equations: 2Q + 2Q = 4Q.

Fourth grade stuff like that. I’d ignored her, but she was beginning to look good.

Jannie tossed her head in disdain of my comment, turned on her heels and went swishing out, her tight black pants cupping her broad ass in a most tempting way.

Well, Marsha had been subdued when I got to the lab. I think the failure of her brilliant solution to stand up under mathematical scrutiny did it.

So here I was in bed, playing with my cock. I stroked from balls to tip and back down again. God, I wanted to get off in the worst way… in any way if it came to that. My whole tube was pulsing and I could feel the tightness of my foreskin where it stretched like twenty. rubber bands around my dickhead. My fingers roamed up to my tits and I circled them. Boy, how I love tits. And Jannie’s… no use thinking about that. Well, why not? Thoughts are free. So I thought about Jannie’s breasts. They were so full and round, with exquisite points that turned deep red when I licked the ties. My tongue came out, but I touched not a tit only the tip Of my nose. Jannie says that’s gross, but giggles and hold her tits up for me to lick… then she stops giggling. Boy, does she had a range of noises.

I slipped my hands down the front of my shorts. My cock was wet, as if it had a cold or something. I knew the cure. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft. It felt good there, hot and hard. Ready to go. Boy, was it ready to go. My balls were squirming.

I began a slow stroke. Might as well enjoy it. You know that feeling of tension that comes into your dick when you play with it. A kind of eager stiffness that won t be denied.

While I jerked off, I reached over and turned off the reading light. Nothing but silence… except for the sound of fleshing moving on flesh. I imagined my dick juice as millions of quarks doing a cosmic dance in my sac. I was about ready to shoot out a red nova when I heard the door slam.

“Ok,” I thought, “I’ll give her one more chance.”

With a quick motion I pushed the bed covers down to the foot of the bed. She’d have to be blind not to see my hard-on, even with the lights off. Our apartment is on a main drag and there was a street light just level with our window.

I looked down. The cock tube was long and inviting. At least I hoped it was inviting. I tickled down the tube one more time, then closed my eyes in what I hope was feigned sleep.