Ursala Updike - Students At Play

"You do that… " he gasped, "and I'll shoot off… "

"Oh yes… " She was almost blind with passion now. "Yes… " she gasped again. "Do it… shoot off in me. I want to feel your hot juice!"

She kneaded and squeezed his scrotum, feeling the two gentle rocks of his testicles-feeling his thrusts become more impassioned within her eager flesh and his flesh become, if possible, even harder, even more demanding.

Then, from deep within herself, her body seemed to implode and explode at once. There was no warning. She felt the hard pulsating thrusts of his member In her vagina, the almost molten hot surge of his ejaculation searing through her as her own being seemed to be ripped apart into a million pulsating nerve endings, each experiencing the greatest of pleasures possible.

"I'm… oh, Jesus, Jack! I'm coming… " she gasped.

He grunted spasmodically as he continued to thrust into her. It seemed that the jet of his semen would never stop. It felt like he was filling her with the hot juices of his passion to the point where she would literally float away on his ejaculation.

They thrust and writhed and twisted that way, grunting and turning and savoring each other's flesh, until, exhausted, they lay back on the grass.

Glendora could not control her breathing. An impossible thing had happened to her. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She felt guilty about being totally, absolutely satisfied at the same time that she wanted to do the same thing-experience the same thing again right away. She wanted his lips on her tingling, throbbing vagina again. She wanted his hard flesh plowing into her again, thrilling her, lifting her to the very heavens themselves.

How long she lay there, she could not be sure. But when she opened her eyes it was already dark. She was Sprawled on the grass, her skirt pulled above her, exposed groin, her panties still off and her chest bare. For a moment, she felt that he had deserted her. Almost in panic, she turned to her right. She expelled a sigh of relief to see him lying there beside her.

He smiled. "You liked that, didn't you?"

"You'll never know how much." She reached out and touched his hand with her own.

"You're much better than Sissy, you know."

She felt like a teen-age girl who had just experienced her first introduction to any kind of sexual contact. "I am?"

"Yeah." He was still smiling. "You know something?"

"What?"

"I guess it's instinct or something."

"What?"

"Being able to fuck like that-to suck cock the way you did in the library."

Suddenly, impulsively, she knew she didn't want to let him go. She had to be with him no matter what the cost, no matter what the risk.

Her hand squeezed his. "Jack… " She was almost begging.

"What?"

"I've got to have you again."

"Now?"

"Now, tonight. Tomorrow. Any time."

"I'm a very horny guy," he said. "I've never met one girl who could do the whole job."

"Try me," she whispered. "If we don't get caught, we can fuck three or four times a day. After all there are only a couple more weeks to the end of the semester. You're on the special program anyway, just a brush-up course."

"What the hell." He rose to his feet and knelt beside her. "I'm not about to give up the sweetest piece of ass I've ever had. Sure I'll go with you."

"Okay," she smiled. "But first I want a little dessert!" She reached out as she had done in the library the night before and grasped his masculine member. She moved toward it holding it in her hand. "You're soft," she challenged. "I thought you said you were horny."

"Try me," he said.

She smiled up to him. "Beware a woman making up for lost time. I've got ten or twelve years of fucking and cocksucking to make up for."

"Be my guest," he insisted.

Glendora leaned forward and licked the flaccid end of his young member. She savored the joy of it for a moment before sucking the soft shaft into her mouth. As she felt the thrill of pleasure that became hers as his flesh began to harden in her mouth, she realized that after her inner trials and doubts over the last few days, she had at last found what she had been seeking for so very long. It was not young girls and Lesbian liaisons. She had moved down the wrong path.

This was what she really wanted out of her sexual life. She wanted hard young male flesh. She wanted Jack Paris, but she knew that no relation. ship was permanent. Jack was a symbol. As she sucked on his now hard flesh, she was smiling to herself. Jack would be wonderful with her for awhile, but she knew without remorse that there would be other young men and more eager male flesh to make contact with her impassioned, eager body.

Yes, she thought to herself as she fondled his scrotum and heard him sigh in pleasure above her, there will be more…

Lots and lots more.