EJAX-472: Ch. 02

*EJAX-472: Chapter 2*

As John’s strength was somewhat depleted by his first series of orgasms, I directed Lynette to bring out a padded recliner—a modern, modified version of the traditional exam table—and place it center stage. This would allow the women to have full access to his genitals while John would be able to concentrate more on his performance rather than worry about maintaining his balance. Cushions were placed under his legs and buttocks so that his lower body was elevated, thus offering the audience—and the two camerawomen who were positioned to the right and left of him— a completely unobstructed view. Restraining straps were used to keep his hands and feet secure so that the women could maintain complete control over him at all times.

While I was engaged in supervising my crew, Sheila approached me, followed by her daughter Jill and Jill’s friend Laura. She smiled as she took my hand.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes,” she said unable to suppress her enthusiasm, “but I must admit that I am happy to have been proved wrong. You have advanced the frontiers of fertility research by decades. Congratulations Christiana, it’s a great achievement!”

“Thank you, Sheila. And thanks to you, and to you too Jill, for your assistance. It’s exciting isn’t it?”

Jill gave me a big smile.

“Exciting isn’t the word.” Sheila continued. “It’s absolutely electrifying! Look at these people. Have you ever seen a bunch of women act so wild? Look at them!”

My eyes quickly scanned the room. Most of these women were caring, dedicated professionals who, under normal circumstances, could never have been mistaken for the uninhibited, bawdy bunch they now appeared to be. But something had triggered this unexpected response and it certainly wasn’t alcohol or drugs. My only explanation for it was that they were experiencing a tremendous rush of sexual energy derived from their vicarious domination of the male subjects. They knew that the stupendous ejaculatory feats they had been witnessing were wholly unprecedented, and the fact that such feats were made possible only through the agency of my drug—a drug created by a woman—made the victory doubly sweet.

“I couldn’t believe the amount of sperm he kept shooting out.” Jill remarked.

“It was funny,” Laura offered. “I could actually see the veins in his penis contract every time he ejaculated.”

Sheila looked thoughtful. “As a physician, I must say that his orgasm was exemplary. Don’t you think girls?”

“Oh, come on mom,” Jill said. “There’s nothing like it in the record books!”

“There’s nothing like it ever!” Laura chuckled. “It’s really great!”

All of us broke out in a fit of merriment.

“I hope you don’t mind that Laura and I crashed your party,” Jill said. “I heard mom talk to her friends about this experiment and I just had to see it for myself.”

“But we never expected to see your mom participate in it!” Laura piped in.

“At first it freaked me out, but then I got caught up with all the excitement.”

“My daughter is quite promiscuous, Christiana,” Sheila admitted freely. “Just like her mother I’m afraid.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you were both able to lend a hand.”

The three women laughed at my unintended pun.

“Do you mind if we stay and watch?” Jill asked impatiently.

“Not at all. I replied. “We’re almost ready to continue. He’s going to put on quite a show for us this time.”

“Better than what we just saw?” Laura asked wide-eyed.

“Much better,” I promised her. “If you want, you can both sit on either side of the subject and see for yourself.”

The two girls looked at each other and grinned. I saw their eyes twinkle with a newfound intensity, absorbed as they were with the overwhelming erotic tension of what they were about to witness.

“Thanks Dr. Swensen,” Jill said. “See you later mom.”

“Try to stay out of the line of fire,” Sheila warned them as they made their way toward John.

Sheila thanked me for allowing the girls to stay and left to resume her seat with her other colleagues from the university. Rebecca, who had been overseeing things on the stage, now returned to tell me that the subject was prepared.

“We’re ready to go,” she said.

“What are the girls’ names?

“Tiffany is the blonde, the tall redhead is Andrea, and the brunette with the big boobs is Jacquelyn.”

I noticed that all three girls were pretty. I could tell they were anxious to begin by the way they looked at John, giggling nervously each time he smiled at them. Because this part of the experiment required strict attention to timing, I was going to leave John’s masturbation in Rebecca’s expertly skilled hands. However, seeing his wonderful reaction put forth in regards to being handled by strangers, I decided to let the girls take care of him and hope for the best.

“Attention everybody,” I began. “Attention please! Thank you again for your patience. We are now ready to continue.” I looked directly at the blonde girl. “Tiffany, are you ready?”

“Yes, Dr. Swensen,” she said sweetly, as she rubbed the lube cream into her hands. “All ready.”

“I would like to remind you and all the girls that you may employ any masturbatory technique you wish as long as you do not cause the subject any pain. Is that understood?”

“We understand,” she said quickly.

“Good. Remember that we are testing the subject’s capacity to experience continuous ejaculations after a very brief interval of rest. During those intervals, I will call upon another girl to replace the previous one, so that we can witness the subject’s reactions to various tactile stimuli. Are there any questions?”

The girls looked at me quietly, awaiting my orders. I turned to the audience.

“Ladies, you are now going to witness the first-ever demonstration of recurrent ejaculation; something previously unattainable in the human male. Tiffany, you may begin.”

The blonde girl knelt down to John’s left and enveloped his prick in her warm, moist hands. The drug had kept him semi-erect, so it only took a few quick strokes for him to regain his full 10-inch status. Pleased with her results, Tiffany now employed a slow, deliberate masturbation technique. She caressed the sensitive underside of his shaft and reacted with delight as his testicles once again began to fill with sperm, swelling to even greater proportions than before. Jill and Laura, who were kneeling on opposite sides of John, noticed this transition with wonder. Jill extended her hand to feel the expanding scrotum, reveling in the feel of the smooth and heavy testicular sac that would soon be emptying its contents in violent spasms brought forth from Tiffany’s hand.

As Tiffany continued to masturbate John, Andrea and Jacquelyn moved directly behind him, watching intently. Ann stood off to John’s right, casually observing her husband’s masturbation with increasing interest. It appeared to me that she wanted to participate, but seemed to be waiting for something. What that was I could not imagine.

Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl stood with me by the podium, watching as John’s facial expressions changed in response to Tiffany’s shifting masturbatory technique. There was no doubt in my mind that the young girl was a practiced masturbator, judging by her varied and intense hand motions. Her favorite method seemed to be drawing her right hand slowly and firmly up his shaft, stopping for a moment at the tip and then quickly returning her hand to its base. John soon grew accustomed to this form of manipulation and let out a low moan on each sustained upstroke, causing Tiffany to smile.

“It looks like the girls are enjoying themselves,” I said.

“He is cute,” Rebecca replied, her eyes never leaving the scene. “I’d love to beat that big prick of his off myself.”

Cheryl giggled. “You and every other woman in this room.”

Maria said nothing. Only a barely audible sigh escaped her lips even as Tiffany’s incessant stroking was bringing John’s massive tool closer to climax.

The women in the audience had grown quiet. I think they realized that they were going to see something special and I hoped that they wouldn’t be disappointed. I myself tried to stay as detached from the emotional aspect of the experiment as possible. Although I allowed my assistants to participate, I could not do so without losing credibility in the eyes of my colleagues. Even so, watching these men being masturbated one after the other made me very horny. On the surface I appeared cool, but on the inside I had to fight from becoming every bit as turned on as the rest of the women.

“Look, Rebecca said. “The girls are teasing him.”

It was Jill who had started the taunting. I found it amusing that they felt it necessary to speak lewdly to him but I guess it made it more entertaining for them. The audience seemed to appreciate it because they strained to hear every word.

“Hey mister,” Jill said sweetly, “your balls are getting really full huh?”

Laura tugged on his nut sac. “You getting ready to come for us baby?”

“I wanna see you shoot a big fucking load,” Andrea said thickly.

John was getting really turned on by this outrageous talk and started to drive his cock up into Tiffany’s stroking hand.

“Look at this girls,” Tiffany said, titillated. “I think he wants to give us something.”

Jacquelyn leaned her head down onto his chest and stroked his nipple. “Yeah,” she said sexily, “he wants to give us his sticky white goo.”

The ladies in the audience were really getting into this sexual banter and some of the more outspoken among them contributed their own slew of sexual innuendos.

The combination of all this lecherous talk and Tiffany’s expert handjob were having its desired effect on John. He began to groan loudly as he began to reach the point of no return.

And then, suddenly, something beautiful happened.

I saw Ann move in between Tiffany and Jacquelyn and cradle her husband’s head in her hand. She kissed his face repeatedly and told him how she was going to make passionate love to him after he first gave up his sperm for the ladies. She kissed him deeply, allowing him to suck on her tongue. Finally, the effects of the drug, Tiffany’s now quickly moving hand, the teasing words of the girls, and his wife’s passionate kisses combined to drive him over the edge.

“Tell me when you’re gonna cum!” Tiffany said as she pulled on him with accelerated strokes.

Suddenly the teasing stopped, and all you could hear was John’s heavy breathing, his chest swiftly rising up and down as his mouth gulped down great draughts of air.

“Oh, fuck!” he screamed.

As John’s testicles rose high up into his body, I knew the first spurt was on its way. Tiffany knew it too, and stroked him furiously until she felt the first thick wave of cream rise up his shaft. And then, even as his first ejaculation began, she quickly removed her hand and left the giant cock unattended. This was certainly an unexpected move on her part, and I thought it would diminish the force of his ejaculation. But John seemed oblivious to her missing hand and arched his body upward as far as he could as his prick, like a wild beast unleashed, began to fire its full supply of cum.

Tiffany quickly moved back a little to watch as he crested, but Jill and Laura held their place, staring at the thick, pulsating slab of meat as the first huge load of sperm shot up high above their heads.

Witnessing his ejaculation up close was astonishing enough, but I will never forget what it looked like played back in slow motion when several of my female friends and I had a chance to see the video a few days later. I had invited my sister Bonnie, Sheila and her daughter Jill, Tiffany, Rebecca, Maria, Cheryl, and three colleagues of mine from the university, including one nurse, to watch the video with me. When it came time for John’s orgasm, I slowed the tape down and told everybody to sit back and enjoy the show.

The video showed Tiffany’s hand slowly pulling away from John’s erupting cock. The back of Jill’s head was still in the frame and the faces of Ann, Jacquelyn, and Andrea were seen clearly above John’s head, now thrown back in ecstasy. As Tiffany released his cock, it bounced up and down for a moment and then a thick rope of sperm shot out of the tip, followed by three more hot blasts. The girls cried out in delight as the stringy ejaculate flew first backward, then forward and to the side, painting a marvelous figure eight in the air. This was followed by a very long rope of cum that shot directly upward above John’s head and out of the frame. We all watched in amusement as Ann, Jacquelyn, and Andrea followed the trajectory of sperm as it splashed into the wall somewhere behind them. The camera came off John’s cock for minute and panned right, capturing Tiffany’s laughing face. Jill moved out of range next to Tiffany as they both observed the out of control cock as it continued to shoot sperm in every direction.

We then saw the camera move in for a close up of John’s face, his eyes wide open, unable to understand what was happening to his cock. He was begging one of the girls to masturbate him. And then, in answer to his plea, a hand came into the frame from the left. It was Laura’s hand. She pulled on his cock viciously, a wild, abandoned look on her face, as spurt after spurt was forced from John’s tool. Then suddenly it stopped. The final string of cum flew past Laura’s lovely profile and landed somewhere beyond the periphery of the stage.

After viewing the tape, I asked Tiffany what had made her decide to stop masturbating John at the last minute. She told me that she had done it once to her boyfriend as an experiment when they had parked with another couple in his car. She said that her girlfriend had watched from the backseat as she brought her boyfriend to orgasm and had simply wanted to see what would happen if she stopped stroking him. She was rewarded with a giant climax that sent his sperm flying into the windshield and then backwards over the girl’s head in the back of the car. She said that she just sat there giggling as load after load shot out of the errant prick. This caused Bonnie to remark that she was going to try the same thing on her husband that very night!

In any event, Tiffany’s little test proved to be a success. But John was far from done.

I asked Jacquelyn to immediately continue his masturbation, eager to see if the drug was still working. She quickly moved to his left and started stroking his prick in slow, sensuous movements. It took less than 20 seconds to encourage yet another spectacular display of sperm. As Jacquelyn felt him coming, Ann knelt over his cock and began sucking him off. She then opened her mouth over his prick as he yelled that he was beginning to cum. Hearing this, Jacquelyn took the tip of his prick between her thumb and forefinger and gave him several short rapid bursts. The first few spurts shot right into the back of Ann’s throat and she swallowed every drop. Several more loads shot into her mouth before she had to pull away, the last few arcs of sperm splashing into her face and hair and some even flying several feet beyond her.

“Oh, God,” John exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum again! Ah…”

“Andrea!” I yelled.

The girl rushed forward ready to grab his cock but Ann told her to wait. Pulling her hair out of her face, she again opened her mouth and took the full length of his tool down her hungry throat. Within seconds he was pumping more thick ropes of cum into her mouth. This time Ann did not pull away. She held him firmly between her lips as I watched her swallow what must have been a quart of hot sperm. Andrea’s astonished face reflected my own feelings as Ann teased and coaxed her husband’s penis to release yet even more of the creamy fluid.

Sensing Andrea wanted to help out, she took the girl’s hand and had her start masturbating him. Ann herself pulled away, wiping her face with a towel as she watched her husband being masturbated to orgasm once again. Sitting astride him, Andrea used both her hands to bring him to climax, this time using strong upward strokes. The entire audience was shouting hysterically, urging her to make him cum. Pointing his prick toward the ceiling, we all watched as he fired off a continuous salvo of sperm. Her silky red hair raked across his genitals and caught a good portion of his load, making it one big sticky mess. She kept stroking, watching one creamy spurt follow upon another, to her utter delight. I counted about 15 separate ejaculations, each one as thick as all the ones before.

I heard Maria cry out just then and realized she had just fingered herself to orgasm. Rebecca looked at her and then at me and chuckled.

“Maria, you slut. In front of all these people!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” she said apologetically. It’s so sexy!”

I had to agree. It was difficult to maintain a professional decorum with such intimate sexual acts being committed right in front of our faces. I was almost certain that there must have been many other women, who, like Maria, had been overcome with lust at seeing John’s performance and had secretly brought themselves to orgasm in full view of their colleagues. At times I looked around me and thought I must be at some wild bachelorette party, until the myriad professional faces reminded me that this was indeed a clinical experiment.

Andrea finished milking the last few drops of sperm from John’s now depleted cock and climbed off him. The audience responded by giving her and John a standing ovation. Ann took her husband’s hand and led the exhausted man toward the exit, winking to me as she passed by. I thanked her and all the other women who had participated in the test and watched as they resumed their seats in the audience, anxious to share their experiences with their questioning counterparts. As Lynette and her crew began to clean up the stage, I addressed the crowd.

“Thank you ladies, thank you,” I said, as the most recent crop of volunteers were re-assimilated into the audience. “To all those who volunteered I want to say that your participation in these experiments is greatly appreciated by me and my staff. As I have mentioned earlier, the reason I have chosen to use volunteers is twofold: to avoid any accusations of falsifying results due to duplicity and to add an unbiased element by utilizing the services of women who are unacquainted with the subjects and therefore are unaware of the subjects’ sexual predilections. As we now have three more tests to conclude, I will need more volunteers. If anyone is interested…”

“Right here!” said a middle-aged woman in a nurse’s uniform who was sitting amongst a group of several other nurses in the front row to my far left. “I’d like to volunteer.”

“Thank you,” I said graciously. “Anyone else?”

Just then, an ocean of hands were raised simultaneously, representing more than two thirds of the audience; Bonnie’s outstretched arm, waving wildly back and forth, being among them.

“This is wonderful. Thank you ladies. As this in the halfway point in our experiment, I am going to pause now for a brief intermission. We will meet here again in 20 minutes to conclude the test. There are refreshments in the adjoining conference room outside so please help yourselves. For those interested in volunteering, please see my assistant Rebecca now. Thank you.”

As the women began to exit the lab to seek refreshments, I watched as Lynette and her assistants tackled the mess left behind in the aftermath of John’s multitudinous orgasms. The amount of sperm he had ejaculated had been staggering, but I knew that the full potential of EJAX-472 was yet to be realized.

During the intermission I decided to go back to my office to relax for a few minutes before resuming the experiment. I realized that my entire body was shaking from the anxiety and tension associated with the uncertainty of the tests. So far, all was going well, but analysis of the various sperm specimens would tell the whole story. So despite the outward success of EJAX-472, I could not be assured of final victory until the analyses were complete and the drug’s effectiveness was proven.

I began grinding on him, my pussy so hot and hungry from all this stimulation that I was sure it was leaving a wet spot on the trousers of his suit. “I’m going to cum on your leg.” I whispered to him as my pace quickened and my thighs instinctively clenched around his leg.

“No, I don’t want you to.” He murmured back half out of embarrassment, half out of shock.

“I’m going to cum on your leg.” I moaned into his ear louder as Traci began doing the same. We ground and rubbed our clits against his leg like two bitches in heat, panting and moaning, crazed with lust. The man’s crotch was bulging obscenely and I reached over and rubbed my hand over his hard cock. With lazy sex crazed eyes I noticed Traci arch her back and move her breast in front of his face. His tongue reached out and flicked across her nipple before sucking her tit deeply into his mouth. I could see her entire breast bounce and jiggle as he suckled strongly on her. This pushed me over the edge, I could feel it building stronger and stronger in me till I finally cried out while gripping and squeezing his leg tightly with my own legs. Traci bucked and shuddered as her orgasm surfaced in her too.

I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, everything was just a mass of shapes and sounds. When I finally came back to reality I realized that our song was just ending. I stood up shakily and took Traci’s hand.

“What’s your name, hon?” Traci turned and asked the man with the helpful leg.

“Umm, it’s Matt.” He replied as he tried to conceal the wet spot not only on his leg that I had caused but also farther up on the fly of his pants, which he had caused.

“Well thank you Matt for the help, you’re a sweet man.” Traci said as she turned and blew a kiss.

We climbed back up to the stage and took our bows as the crowd applauded louder and louder, whistles drowning out the words that Traci was trying to lean over and tell me. I just shook my head and yelled back, “I can’t hear, tell me later.” Just then the announcer burst onto the stage, “Those were contestant numbers 4 and 5, Jessica and Traci.”

Each amateur dancer was brought back up on the stage and by a round of applause the winners of the 1st National Nude Day Amateur Striptease Contest were determined. The crowd gave a half-hearted applause to the other 3 contestants but when it came our turn they went wild. It was a tie! We were ecstatic and jumped up and down hugging each other. I couldn’t believe that we had done any of this, it was like a dream. We were given a trophy to share between the two of us. It would stay at Traci’s house 6 months then mine for 6 months. We giggled as we thought about how in the world we would explain the trophy to Traci’s soon to be ex-husband.

Autumn ran up on the stage and gave us both huge hugs and kisses. “The two of you set this place on fire.” She said in that breathless girly voice that had started this whole journey. Afterwards we exchanged phone numbers with her and vowed to stay in touch.

As Traci and I left the club and were walking in the cool, dark evening air back to my car I asked her what she was trying to tell me after the dance.

“I couldn’t hear what you said, what did you want to tell me?” I asked.

“I just wanted to tell you that tonight I had the best birthday ever.” She said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Oh really,” I said with one raised eyebrow, “the nights not over yet birthday girl.”

“Oh, Jesus, Yes, yes,” I screamed head moving, hips bucking for more.

His thumb moved inside my anus, caressing it. He forced my hand down to my clit and growled, “Pinch it for me, hard. Fuck yes. Fuck you”re going to make me cum so hard…”

The thrust grew deeper, harder, if that were possible. I was crying out, incoherent with need and pulling and pinching my clit frantically. My nails scored his shoulder and he thrust into me, once, twice. He pushed as deep as he could, and I felt him throb inside of me, violently. The sensation of his fingers on my cunt lips, his thumb in my anus, his cock thrusting into me over and over…It was more than I could stand.

Now his head was thrown back as he cried out, pulled out to the head of his throbbing cock and rammed into me again. “Scream it, baby. Scream for it…”

“Fuck me,” I sobbed. “Fuck me…Your cock feels so goooood, I can”t…I”m going to come again…I can”t…stop…Ahhhoooohhhhhhh, I can”t….”

I couldn”t breathe anymore. His mouth came down on my nipple and bit it lightly, sucked it, and it sent me over the edge. He rammed in and out of me, as I came, screaming. I went blind and my whole body shook and trembled. I could feel my anus tightening and squeezing his thumb as he moved it inside of me, somehow. It was most incredible thing I”d ever felt.

I heard him scream, “God your coming so hard…so hot…Fuck I”m going to cum…I”m going to cum, I can”t stop…”

He rammed into me one last time, held himself deep inside of me, filling me with his throbbing heat, and I felt him throb so hard it was almost painful. His hips jerked as he screamed. God help me, I felt him coming inside of me, coming so hard I could feel the hot spurts of liquid as he came. His legs went out from under him and he hit the floor taking me with him. I bucked and writhed on his throbbing length, head going down. I buried my face in his shoulder and bit down, keening with my orgasm.

I came back to myself in the bathroom. I was sobbing lightly and my first and middle finger were buried deep inside my still convulsing cunt. My other hand was on my nipple, but not plucking it now, just caressing it. My forehead was on the mirror, cool against my skin. I couldn”t believe how hard I”d come, how good it had felt. I was trembling, my legs weak, and my body shivering with the intensity of my orgasm.

“Fuck that was beautiful.”

My head jerked up and I half screamed in shock. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. And from the look of him he”d been watching me for some time. He”d shed his pants and shirt and stood there, naked, caressing his incredibly hard cock.

I felt my face burn so hot it almost brought tears to me eyes. My mouth was hanging open. I couldn”t speak if you”d hit me. Hell, I think I stopped breathing. I couldn”t believe he”d been standing there watching me. How long had he been there?

He smiled as he walked toward me. There was a glistening drop of moisture seeping from his cock.

“Now it”s my turn,” he whispered and took the back of my head drawing my mouth to him. “And put your fingers back into that delicious little cunt.”

Shock gave way to pleasure and I put my hand back to my cunt. I slid my mouth around the throbbing head lapping up the glistening juice, and groaned.

He tried to slow his hand down, but her hands and her hips moved faster.

“Give me some cum to taste for my birthday.”

She threw her head back. She felt it rushing out of her.

He continued to stroke slightly as her hands pressed his against her.

“I’m going to taste your cum in front of everyone here.”

She couldn’t hold back anymore. She felt herself shake as she released herself onto his fingers.

He felt her tense and the wetness on his fingers grew.

He held his fingers in her until she stopped shaking. He watched her face until she relaxed. Slowly he moved his fingers out of her. Her hands fell away to her sides.

She opened her eyes and leaned forward to kiss him.

He kissed her back.

As they pulled away, he lifted his soaked fingers and put them into his mouth. He sucked on her sweet juices.

“Mmm. I want more.”

She laughed at that and said, “I’ve got more.”

He grinned and kissed her nose.

“Okay, time to pack up. I can see I can’t get anymore work done here.” She said quietly.

He laughed.

“Shhh!”

He winced and grinned mischeviously at her.

She laughed quietly and quickly closed her laptop and grabbed all of her notes.

They got up and quickly walked out of the library.

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Upon reaching their dorm building, they noticed a few people waiting for the elevators. They waited with the rest of them.

She stood in front of him, leaning against him. She hugged the laptop to her chest and waited.

He was a little annoyed at having to wait. He wondered what was taking the elevator so long. Sighing, he placed his hands on her hips. The memory of what just happened played in his mind. He found himself excited again.

She turned her head towards him and laughed.

“What?” He asked, puzzled.

She laughed again and pushed her bottom back.

He grinned feeling her bottom against his hardness. In response he pushed himself against her. Enjoying the feel of his hardness against her through his pants and her sweats.

She whispered, “Again?”

She laughed, “In front of all these people, birthday boy?”

He pushed himself against her bottom once more and held himself there.

“Right now,” He whispered back to her, “I’d do it just about anywhere.”

He slid his hands from her hips towards her stomach.

She laughed and looked around. A couple of people were looking at them by now. She quickly turned fully around and kissed him.

He noticed her looking around and he looked around. A guy and a couple were looking at them. He felt her move and looked at her. He returned her kiss slowly.

She reached down and grabbed his right hand. Turning again, she headed towards the stairwell just as the elevator doors opened. She glanced at the elevators as a few students started carting suitcases out. The break has begun, she thought. Everyone’s going to have fun.

As the people in the lobby filed into the freed elevators, she pulled him into the stairwell. His dorm was on the fourth floor of this eight floor building. She ran them up the stairs. She stopped between the second and third floor. She turned and pushed him against the wall with one hand.

He watched as she put her laptop in the bag. He leaned over to kiss her but her hand shot out and shoved him against the wall. He looked at her, hurt.

She grinned at him as she pushed him back against the wall. She dropped her bag and shot forward. Her lips smashed against his, kissing him hard. She felt his hands grab her bottom and squeezed.

He felt her tongue move against his. He pressed his lips against her’s and let his tongue dance deeply with her’s. He moved his hips forward while pushing her bottom forward. He wanted to feel her pressed against his hardness.

She let him pull her towards him. She felt his hard and thick penis pressing against her sweats. She could almost imagine it throbbing between them.

She pulled away suddenly.

He opened his eyes in shocked surprise at her suddenly departure. He saw her lifting her bag and grabbing his hand again. As he was guided to the stairs again, he heard people coming down the stairwell.

She ran up to the third floor and past a couple. She smiled at the girl. She was in the same dorm. She stopped between the third and fourth floor. She glanced down the stairwell and watched the couple decend to the first floor.

She turned around and dropped her bag then. She jumped onto him and kissed him.

He was nearly caught off guard as she leapt at him. He held out his hands and grabbed her. Her bottom, of course. He kissed her back as she pressed her lips against him once more.

He slowly let her slide down, making sure she felt his hardness against her as she came down. His hands reached up from her bottom and slid under the back of her shirt. He let his hands slowly slide up and down her smooth skin.

She moaned into his mouth at his stroking. She reached down and grabbed his bottom. Not breaking the kiss and the slow dancing of the tongues, she squeezed his bottom and pushed his hips forward. At the same time, she moved her hips forward, grinding against him.

She heard him moan into her mouth. She took his tongue into her mouth and sucked on his tongue. Slowly she stroked his tongue with her mouth. Sucking him in and letting his tongue out again. Then again.

He felt her lips tight around his tongue. He felt it as if her lips were around his cock. He slid one of his hands up her back to her neck. His other hand moved down under the back of her sweats and panties.

She felt his hands. She followed the one going down with her mind. Still sucking on his tongue she pushed her bottom out, feeling his whole hand gripping her right cheek. She pressed her mouth against his again.

She moved her hands from his bottom towards the front of his pants. She let go of his tongue and resumed their kissing. She slid one hand down the front of his pants, she wanted to feel it with her hand. She touched the hardness, thick along the front of his pants. Her other hand slowly worked at his belt blindly.

He felt her touch him. He wanted to let go of her and rip his pants off. He wanted to take her right here. Right in this stairwell. He was almost to the point of not caring whether anyone saw them or not.

He felt her loosen his belt and work at his pants button. He realized suddenly that she had already unzipped his pants and her hand was stroking him through his underpants.

He pulled away from her kiss and looked at her.

She looked at the hunger on his face. She knew she had the same look.

She looked down and undid his belt finally. She watched as she tugged his pants down. It fell to his ankles. She looked at the buldge in her hand. She felt it through his underpants. It was warm and it was hard. She licked her lips as she started moving down.

She felt his hands grab her bottom, not letting her sink down. She looked up at him.

“Not yet.” He said.

She looked at him puzzled.

“I didn’t get a good enough taste before.” He grinned.

“But it’s my turn.” She said quietly, almost pouting.

“After..” He said.

He leaned forward to kiss her once.

She returned the kiss but before she could give him another, he had lowered himself.

His hands still on her bottom. As he moved down to his knees, his hands moved down too. In one motion, her panties and sweats were around her ankles. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it, pulling the sweats and panties from her. He lowered her leg back to the ground and looked up.

He looked up at her from his knees. Her shirt falling down, just barely covering her pussy. He slid his hands up both her legs as he kissed one leg after the other. Slowly he moved up. Kissing her right leg lightly then kissing her left leg.

He spread her legs slightly then. Slowly he kissed her right inner thigh, then her left. Carefully he moved, but not as slowly as he wanted to. He was too excited. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to lick her.

She felt herself lower slightly, bending at her knees somewhat. She felt his lips kissing up towards her. She felt herself warming up again. Faster this time. She wanted to feel his lips on her. She wanted to cum into his mouth.

She moved her hands onto his head. She brushed her fingers through his hair as his lips neared her pulsing, aching warmth. She moved her hips slightly forward, giving him more to kiss with his lips.

She moaned as his tongue introduced itself to her right upper inner thigh. She felt it sliding slowly, almost flicking up and down along her skin. She shivered as his breathe moved the air along her skin, cooling and heating it at the same time.

Her hands slid behind his head, gently urging him up towards her. Urging his tongue to touch her.

She shivered as his tongue reached the side of her pussylips. She felt his lips then. His lips kissed her gently there. Just below and just outside of where she wanted to be touched. She moved her hips again, hoping he’d touch her there.

She felt his tongue slide down along her pussylips. She moaned again, softly. Her hands pulled at his head, wanting him to come up to touch her.

He felt her hands pulling his head up, but he wanted to taste all of her first. He moved his tongue lightly. Slowly down the side of her pussylips, then carefully across. Before he touched the other side of her pussylips. He teasingly flicked his tongue tip between her pussylips. Not penetrating, but spreading her slightly near the bottom.

He heard her moan, “Lick me, please.”

He carefully slid his tongue across and then slowly up the other side of her pussylips. His tongue moving up, touching lightly. Stroking carefully along her hot, silky skin.

She moaned again. So close. She ached for his tongue to touch her clit. To slide down between her pussylips. She pulled at his head again.

She bent her knees alittle more, moving her hips slightly forward to press against his face. She felt his hands on her bottom, almost squeezing her cheeks. She concentrated on his tongue and how close it was. She shivered as his breathing moved the air from hot to cold and then from cold to hot.

She felt his tongue tip sliding up the side of her pussylip. Relieved that his tongue will soon be touching her clit. She waited. She felt herself moving her hips almost rythmically with his sliding and flicking tongue.

She moaned and shivered at the same time as his tongue moved from her pussylips to her clit. She felt his tongue tip circle her clit. She moaned again as he moved his tongue across her clit. His tongue moved and her hips pressed forward.

She moved and moved with him. She felt his hands squeezing in time with her movements. His tongue circling but not fully touching her clit. She felt herself starting to build up again.

From his knees, he looked up at her. He watched her as he moved his tongue around and across her clit. Letting his tongue tip and her movements guide him. Around the sides of her clit. As she pushed, his tongue moved lightly across her clit. His chin pressed against her pussylips, his lower lip touching the smoothness of her pussy.

He moved one of his hands across and slowly let his hand stroke up and down between her cheeks. Stroking carefully and slowly as his tongue moved around her clit. Slowly stroking up and down, letting his pink and part of his ring finger slide between her cheeks.

She moaned again. She felt his tongue tip moving constantly. She knew he was watching her. She knows he watches her for signs of her enjoyment. She moaned again and thrusted her hips forward again as she felt his hand sliding between her buttcheeks. She felt his hand move, stroking along her. She could feel his hand at the edge of her vagina, moving up and down. Stroking the bottom of her vagina and near her other hole.

She grew more excited feeling this extra stimulation. She shook again, realizing her hips moved faster now. His tongue circled her faster. She felt her clit sliding against his tongue, moving faster. She felt his breathe against her pussylips and clit. She was so close. She wanted him to go faster.

“Harder.” She moaned.

She felt his tongue circling fast. She kept her hips moving against his face. She nearly cried out as his tongue still circled her clit but he added a flick. His tongue tip, after circling her clit every now and again would flick up from the bottom of her clit. Circle, circle, flick. She shivered again.

She moved with him still. Faster, she tried to move. But every time she moved too fast, his tongue would just stroke up and down. She would slow down again and his tongue would resume: circle, circle, flick, circle, flick.

She shook with the build up. She knew she couldn’t stop. If anyone entered the stairwell, they would hear and see her sitting on his face. They would see his mouth, his tongue against her warmth. If they looked, they could see his hand moving up and down along her ass.

She moaned again, louder as his hand moved up and down. His hand shifted and she felt a hardness against her pussylips. She moved hoping to trap it between her pussylips.

Circle, circle, flick, flick, flick, circle, flick..

She hissed as she knew she was just seconds away. She concentrated on his tongue. She pressed herself against his face. She felt his hand, still squeezing her cheek, hold her from going too far down. She moved, bucking against his mouth and pressing against his tongue.

She shivered and shook.

“Yesss.” She moaned.

She continued to moan as she felt his thumb slide between her pussylips. She felt the hardness of his thumb spreading her pussylips and entering her warmth. She pushed herself hard against him. She felt his lips suddenly press against her, around her clit.

She realized that she hadn’t stopped moaning. It was starting to get louder. She didn’t care, it felt so good. She was at the line. Anything else would..

She lost the thought as she started to cum.

His mouth sucked her clit into him. She felt his lips squeezing her clit as he sucked. His tongue tip touching the top of her clit as he sucked her in. He let the tip of his middle finger poke at her anus. His thumb stroking in and out of her wet against the smooth warm muscles of her pussy.

She shivered and shivered against his mouth. Feeling everything release from within and pour out with every suck of his mouth. She felt the heaviness of her legs as his thumb and finger poked at the very edge of her.

He watched her, drinking and sucking everything she gave him. He slowed his sucking as her movements slowed. He let his thumb and fingers rest at the two different entrances.

She shivered once more as his mouth released her clit. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. She saw him looking up at her, a grin on his wet face.

“Mmmm,” he said. “Now that was a nice birthday gift.”

She laughed and pushed his head away.

He held onto her cheek, placing the other hand back on the other. He shifted and stood up. He moved to kiss her but stopped as she laughed.

“What?” he asked.

She pointed down.

He looked and laughed at himself. His hardness creating a nice big tent between them. His pants still around his ankles.

He looked at her again and shrugged.

“It happens all the time. Sometimes climbing up these stairs can be a chore, suddenly I slip and..” he joked, “Oops, there goes my pants.”

He pointed down at her legs.

“Look, I’m not lying. It happened to you too!”

She laughed and leaned forward to kiss him.

He returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her.

She moved forward and laughed in his mouth as his hardness poked her.

She moved back, looking down she said, “We’ve got to do something about this bad boy.”

Looking at him, she continued, “Can’t have that thing poking at me all evening, distracting me.”

“What a wonderful way to spend my birthday evening..” he laughed, “Poking you all evening!”

She shoved him against the wall then, “I said poking *at* me, not poking me!”

She kissed him once quickly and moved down to her knees.

“Uh, do we have time for this?” he asked.

Then added, “Aren’t you afraid someone will decide to take the stairs?”

She grabbed the sides of his underpants with both hands and looked up.

“I’ll make it quick..” she said, “Besides, you won’t care.”

With that said, she pulled his underpants down. She stared straight at his hardness. It moved from being released. It throbbed from being excited.

She glanced up at him and saw him watching her.

She winked at him and said, “Looks like my kind of flavor.”

She licked her lips slowly while still looking at him. She leaned forward slowly and opened her mouth a little. She felt her lips touch the head of his cock and saw his eyes droop. She pulled back a little. She opened her mouth a little wider and carefully blew some warm air onto his cock.

She watched him grimace.

She smiled slightly at him and slid her tongue out. She let her tongue tip touch his cock. The tip of her tongue touched the hole at the top of his cockhead. She reached up then and placed one hand on the side of his leg. With the other hand, she made a ‘C’ with her thumb and forefinger and held the base of his shaft to steady him.

She moved her tongue tip from the hole and let her tongue slide slowly down the bottom of his shaft. Carefully, her hand holding him steady allowed his cock to be moved by her tongue. As his cock lay throbbing against him, she moved her hand so that her forefinger held his cockhead against him.

She moved her tongue up from where his shaft and balls met. Up along his shaft, her tongue moved. As her tongue reached just below his cockhead, she placed her lips against his shaft and gently sucked.

She heard him sigh softly. She moved her lips away from his shaft and looked up at him again. She moved her finger down from his cockhead and slid it along the wet path of his shaft. She let her hand cup his shaft, still holding it against him. She moved her hand down and then up, making sure to spread her salvia up along him.

As her hand reached his cockhead again, she stopped. She held his cock again against him. She felt it pulse against her hand.

She looked up at him and saw him watching her again.

She moved her other hand from his leg and took his balls gently. Slowly, she massaged his balls. She felt him pulse his cock.

She leaned over slowly, making sure he watched her as she did. She gently kissed the bottom of his shaft near the middle. She made sure her mouth was open slightly as she did.

He watched her as she kissed his cock. He felt her hands massaging his balls, slowly moving around his sack. He wanted to feel her mouth take him in.

He felt her fingers move under his sack. Her fingers continued to massage. His balls lay in the palm of her hand as she slipped a finger between his ass cheek.

He squirmed alittle at the feel of her finger between his cheeks.

She saw him move slightly as her finger approaced his anus. She continued to hold his cock against him as she kissed slowly down his shaft. As she moved up from the base of his shaft, she let her tongue slide along his hardness.

Slowly, she let her finger move at the edge of his anus. She fingered and teased him as her hand slowly massaged his balls.

“You know..” he said in a strained voice, “This will finish me, but it won’t feel as good.”

She bit his shaft lightly then.

“Ow.” he said, laughing nervously.

She continued to kiss and lick his shaft a few more times. Her hand stroking and massaging his balls. Her finger teasing his anus. She felt his cock constantly pulse against her finger.

She glanced up on her way up his shaft with her tongue. She saw him with his eyes closed, a look of concentration etched tightly on his face.

As her tongue reached the rim of his cockhead, she moved her finger away allowing his cockhead to rest on her tongue. She let his cock rest there, feeling his cock throb against her tongue.

Slowly she moved her now freed hand back down along his shaft. Holding him straight again with her thumb and forefinger, she moved the tip of her tongue up from the bottom of his cockhead. She circled the tip of her tongue around the hole and lightly let the tip dip in. She then moved it away and slid her tongue down to the rim of his cockhead. From there, she slowly rolled her tongue around his cockhead. She made sure to breathe directly onto his cockhead. Heavy warm breathes on exhale and tingling cool breathes on inhale. As her tongue circled his cockhead, her hand continued to massage his balls and tease his anus.

She made sure when her tongue rolled down along his cockhead to the bottom, to careful flick her tongue tip along the skin where his cockhead and shaft met. She would then continue around his cockhead with her tongue, breathing on him. Teasing him.

Her fingers holding his shaft steady moved forward so her whole hand can wrap around his shaft. Slowly, she moved her hand forward, squeezing his shaft. This time, as her tongue reached the bottom of his cockhead, she drew her tongue tip forward. She made sure the tip ran across the bottom leading towards the hole at the top of the cockhead. Her had moved forward, squeezing.

As her hand’s forward squeezing motion reached the edge of his cockhead, her tongue tip reached the hole. She looked up at him then. She saw him looking down at her once more. She pulled away from his cockhead with her tongue tip sticking out. She felt the liquid stretch between her tongue and his cock.

She stopped when she guessed the sticky liquid would break. She kept her eyes on his eyes as she opened her mouth slightly. Carefully, she swirled her tongue in mid air as she leaned forward. The strand of liquid between them seemed to swirl and wrap around her tongue. As she reached his cockhead again, she moved her tongue tip to flick across the hole. She scooped out the rest of the liquid with the tip of her tongue.

Her mouth still held open, so close to his cockhead. She paused there for three breathes. Letting him feel her breathe hotly against his cockhead. Then she snaked her tongue out and let the tip touch the bottom of his cockhead. Slowly her head moved forward, drawn as if her tongue was pulling her over his cockhead.

She heard him sigh as her mouth enveloped him. She held his cockhead in her mouth. She felt him trying to push forward. Her hand let go of his balls. She placed the hand at the side of his leg again. Still she held his cockhead in her mouth.

She heard him moan, slightly in frustration and slightly in pleasure. She pushed herself forward then, taking all of him into her mouth. She felt her throat open to accomodate all of him. His cockhead moved down touching the back of her throat.

“Oooh, yes baby” she heard him moan.

She held his entire cock in his mouth. Letting it throb in her mouth. She let her mouth gently pull at his cock. Sucking it once. Then a second time. She heard him moan again.

She slowly moved her head away, letting his cock slide out of her mouth. She stopped as the head of his cock reached her lips. She felt his hands on her head then.

Holding his cockhead in her mouth, She moved her hands away from his cock and the side of his leg. She reached behind her head, taking care not to bite his sensitive cock, and grabbed both his hands in her’s. She pulled his hands away towards the wall as she started to suck slowly on his cockhead.

Carefully, she held his hands to his side and against the wall as she sucked. Not pulling his cock deeper into her mouth, but not letting go of his cockhead. Slowly she did this. She let go of his hands, slowly, making sure he doesn’t move his hands.

She moved her head slightly so his cockhead is slightly angling into her mouth as she sucked. She glanced up at him as she did this, watching his face. She felt him moving, hips pushing slightly forward, tryin to find a pattern to satisfy his urgent sexual hunger building all along his cock. She continued to slowly suck on his cockhead moving slightly towards to other way, letting his cock angle in another way. Still she sucked slowly.

She saw his his hands move away from the wall. She moved her hands up to his bottom and pulled him slightly away from the wall. His cockhead slid slightly in, she felt him move a little harder. More insistantly. She felt his cock throbbing hard against her lips. She quickly pulled her mouth back out, only enveloping and sucking his cockhead.

“Baby..” he moaned frustrated and excited.

He moved his hips against her, trying to get more of him into her hot, wet mouth.

She grabbed his hands again and moved them behind him. She placed one of his hands ontop of the other behind his bottom. She let go of his hands as her head moved forward once more, taking all of him in again. She pushed her mouth all along his shaft up against him, pushing him back against his hands.

She moved her hand back underneath his cock and again, gently massaged his balls. She heard him moan. Her other hand moved to his waist, carefully trying to control his thrusts forward. Still keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she slowly moved her hand to massage his balls. She watched as he pushed himself harder against her mouth, wanting her to open and let him in again.

With his movements and her slow sucking of his cockhead, she moved her hand down from his waist to once again hold steady his cock. Her thumb and forefinger holding him straight. The rest of her hand rested on him to hold him back from his increasing thrusts.

She loved the feel of his cock in her hand and in her mouth. She loved the way it throbbed. The way the veiny skin felt so smooth.

She withdrew her mouth from his cockhead.

“No…” He hissed.

He opened her eyes to look at her, even beg her to continue.

She watched him as he opened his eyes. As his eyes locked onto hers, she moved her hand forward. She stroked his cock then, careful to move all the way up to his cockhead and then back down again. Her hand squeezing him.

She watched as his eyes rolled up and closed. His head tilted back against the wall as his hips thrusted against her hand.

She continued to massage his balls as she stroked him. She felt him throbbing and pulsing in her hand. She moved against him as he thrusted out. Feeling every stroke along her fingers and hands, she trembled thinking how this would feel in her.

She knew he was close so she opted to finish him off. She stroked faster.

He moaned, “Yes, baby, keep it up.”

She watched fascinated as her hand moved faster along his cock shaft. Her fingers gripping tight but not to tight. She felt his hardness and softness at the same time. Back and forth she stroked.

His hips moved harder against her hand. She watched him as he ground against her hand. She moved her hand faster.

“Yes, almost..” he whispered.

She moved her head forward then, taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard. Moving with her hand. Moving against him.

She barely heard him as he loudly hissed his approval. She just wanted to feel him moving in her mouth and her hand. She moved faster. Her tongue licking at the bottom of his cock.

He thrusted harder. He knew now what she meant when she said he won’t care. He felt her silky hot mouth and her smooth tight hands stroking him. Sucking him.

He moaned nonstop now. He wanted to grab her head and feel her head moving up and down. Feel her mouth eagerly sucking his cock.

She knew, felt, him tightening. She knew it was coming. She wanted all of him. She moved her hand away and took the rest of him into her mouth. She bobbed her head, smashing her lips against him. Against the base of his cock. Her hand squeezed and massaged his balls.

She felt him bucking against her mouth. She moaned against his cock, sending a vibration down his shaft. She knew he was going to cum. She was going to return the favor and take off of his cum into her mouth.

“Ohhh..” he moaned.

“Mmpht” she moaned.

She let his cock move fast in and out of her mouth. Her tongue remained as still as possible, stroking the bottom of his shaft. Her mouth sucking his cock deeply in and out. His hips pressing him harder against her. Trying to get more of him into her. She sucked, contracting her throat against his cockhead.

“I..” He moaned, “I’m gonna cum.. Yes, yesss..”

She felt him before she heard him. She felt his cock tremble. She felt it along her tongue and in her hand massaging his balls.

He bucked once and shook as he came.

She felt his hot seed reach his cockhead and spill against her throat. Since she felt it, she knew to suck as it came out. She kept sucking, sliding his cock out slightly and then back in. She did this to give her mouth and throat more room for his cum.

She slowed her sucking down as he slowed down. She stopped sucking as he leaned back against the wall with a sigh. She let go of his wet, spent cock.

She looked up at him and smiled.

“I don’t tease you that much to do I?” He asked, between gasps of air.

She squeezed his balls with her hand in answer.

He felt her hand squeeze him and his cock throbbed involuntarily.

“Come on,” she said as she stood up, pulling her panties and sweats back on.

“We’ve got the rest of your evening to go through.”

“We can’t stay in?” he asked.

“Nope,” she said shaking her head, “We need to clean up and go through what I’ve planned for you, birthday boy.”

Without waiting for him to button up his pants, she dragged up to the fourth floor and towards his room.

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They showered, together of course. He teased her and she teased him. But she kept her head and had them out of the room in short order.

She had told him they were going to have dinner with some friends and then out dancing afterwards. Then, after all was said and done, they were going to come back to the dorm and finish off his birthday with the unwrapping of his presents.

She was in a nice shirt and a short skirt. Comfortable shoes and a light sprinkle of her favorite perfume.

He was in a shirt and a pair of loose and comfortable fitting slacks. And with a light splash of her favorite cologne. (That’s the only type cologne he has.)

They met their friends at the restaurant and celebrated in food and drinks. It was still fairly early so they decided to walk to the club where they were going to meet a couple of other friends.

The air was cool, the stars were bright and he felt just right. They walked along the street with their friends, his arm around her waist. Her thumb hooked onto his belt along his back.

Every once in a while, he would kiss her. A gentle kiss. A soft and loving kiss.

She would return the kiss just as easily.

They reached the club and they paid the entrance fee. Their friends paying for him, being that it was his birthday and all.

The music slammed into them as soon as they entered. Nearly wall to wall were bodies moving to the music. Some to the music not blaring in the club. But everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The friends moved to the bar where everyone was supposed to meet. As they reached the bar, they spotted their friends at the corner of the bar.

A celebratory drink was toasted to the birthday boy.

He laughed at the toast. He thanked them for the toast and drank to the toast.

Then one by one, the female friends dragged him onto the dance floor. All of them saved the slower dances for his girlfriend.

He found himself watching her as she danced with his friends. He marvelled at the way she moved. The way she seemed to glide across and around her partner.

His current partner leaned over and laughed at him in his ear.

“You know..” she said, “You’re making me jealous!”

He turned to her and laughed apologetically. He tried not to stare but found himself glancing back in her direction every now and again.

She spotted him glancing at her as she danced around her partner. She winked at him and moved her hips a bit, the way she knew he liked.

She watched as his dance partner spotted him staring at her. She grinned as she leaned over to say something to him.

She continued to move to the music by her dance partner. She watched as he seemed to laugh in embarrassment.

She saw her friend glance over then. Her friend winked at her as she nodded.

He paid closer attention to his dance partner as they moved to the music. He felt her move her body closer to his as they danced. Her body seemed to tease him as they moved.

He moved with her, making sure not to get too close. The music played and they moved. He glanced over at her again. He watched as she mirrored his dance partner’s moves. He found himself imagining her dancing with him.

His hips moved with her’s. His hands moving around, sometimes along her body. Sometimes resting on her body.

He watched as she moved her bottom back against her dance partner. He felt her bottom brushing against him.

He moved with her. Feeling himself getting excited at her movements.

His body shaking to the music, rubbing against her body.

He felt her body turn and she faced him as she danced.

Just then another song started.

He realized what he was doing.

“Wow.” she said into his ear, “Birthday boy with a birthday surprise!”

She laughed.

He felt a hand pat the front of his pants and his hardening cock.

He laughed embarrassed again.

“My dance partner was just too exciting!” he said to her.

She grinned and said, “I bet you say that to all the women that gets you up.”

At that point, his girlfriend saved him. She had walked up and tapped her friend on the shoulder.

“I’ve got it from here.” she said.

Her friend laughed and leaned over to whisper something to her.

She laughed as her friend moved off to find another dance partner.

“What did she say?” he curiously asked.

She grinned at him as her hand grabbed his cock.

“She said you were making a pass at her with this!”

“I was not!” he cried.

She started to dance in front of him. Moving to the music, sliding up to him.

He moved too, as soon as she let go of him. He touched her body then. Unlike his previous partner, he roamed across her body. He kissed her neck as they dance.

He felt her rubbing her body against his.

She moved against his body, the music and the dim lights providing an almost trance like state. She found herself excited. Excited by the way his hands moved across her body. She knew the movements. She felt them before.

He moved his hands up and down her body. First down her sides, then up and down her back. All he wanted to do was touch her, to feel her against his skin. He gyrated against her as she pushed her bottom up against him. He felt her hands on his body too.

Sometimes her hands were on his chest and sometimes on his waist.

She moved her leg between his leg and danced on his lap. She felt his hardness against her leg, even harder if that was possible.

Her hand on his chest, she continued to move. She let her hand slide down his chest to his stomach. She moved behind him, her hand still on his stomach. She moved her body up and down his back as her hand move down.

Her hand slid down to the front of his pants. She felt his hardness and moved to face him again. She looked at him as she moved her hand.

He looked at her somewhat shocked as she stroked him through his pants in the middle of the dance floor. He saw the look in her eye and knew she was excited. He also knew he had better stop it before she got him too far.

He continued to move with her to the music. He put one hand on her hand, not pulling her away. He let his hand run up her arm and to her shoulder. Carefully, he placed his other hand on her waist. He moved his hips forward to the music and moved himself side to side.

He let his hand fall from her shoulder, sliding down the front of her shirt. He let his palm touch her breast. As they moved, the palm of his hand lightly rubbed against her nipple. He let her tease herself along his palm.

Still she moved, not at all phased by his hand. She continued to look at him as they moved.

His other hand moved from her waist to her bottom. He let his hand rest on her cheek. As the music beat a certain beat, his hand would squeeze.

His hand gently squeezed her breast and let go. He abandoned that and moved his hand up to her neck. He let his hand stroke, gently cupping the side of her neck. He pulled her closer as the music moved them. He leaned forward to kiss her.

She watched as he moved close to kiss her. She let go of his cock and moved that hand to his arm. She kissed him back as they moved.

She felt him press his hardness against her then. His hand still squeezing her bottom and his hand cupping the side of her neck. She felt the music move. Moving him. His body moving with it. His body stroking her.

She closed her eyes feeling all of these things with her mind. Imagining them alone with the music playing. She kissed him hard then. Letting the music carry her body against his. She danced.

He danced and kissed her. He found himself grinding his hardness through his pants against her skirt. He moved his head to the side slightly, and he sucked on her neck.

She opened her mouth to gasp or moan. She couldn’t hear which she did over the music. His lips had taken part of her neck and sucked her in. She felt it like a shock down her back. Like a tingle across her pussy. She almost missed a step in their dance.

He moved with her, caught up in their dance. Caught up in the way her body felt against his. Again he wanted to taste her. Again he wanted to touch her. He let his hand move from her neck down to her shoulder. His other hand squeezed her cheeck, causing her to push forward against his hardness.

He moved his hand down to her breast again. His lips still sucking her neck. Slow, gentle and long sucks along certain spots of her neck.

She then did gasp aloud as his fingers lightly raked over her nipple through her shirt. This combined with his sucking was driving her wild.

“Hey! Get a room, you two!” one of their friends shouted at them, dancing nearby.

She opened her eyes and realized they were still on the dance floor. She grinned at their friends and pulled him towards the bar.

He followed behind her. Her hand dragging his hand along. He moved behind her, to conceal his now obvious excitement.

They moved to their friends at the corner of the bar. Their friends asked them to watch their stuff so they could go onto the dance floor.

She readily agreed and shoved him down on the stool in the corner. The bartender was at the other side of the bar and everyone at the bar was looking out into the dance floor or chatting with eachother.

She stood between his legs and leaned forward to kiss him hungrily.

He returned the kiss and reached up to cup her face. He felt her tongue and opened his mouth to let her in. His tongue moved forward slightly to greet her tongue.

She let her tongue dance with his in his mouth. She felt his hands move down from her face to her neck. She felt his fingers roaming down her neck, slowly massaging her.

She felt him pull his mouth away from her. She watched him as he leaned over to start kissing her neck. She sighed as his lips touched her neck. The way his lips moved to the right spots, in the right order and with the right movements. She shivered.

The music and the drinks had heightened her sensitivity. She felt one of his hands cup one of her breasts. She felt the soft touching, warm squeezing of his hand. She stepped closer to the stool as his lips moved to another spot.

His fingers curled slightly, cupping her breast. Carefully he squeezed her breast as his lips sucked gently on her neck. His lips let go of her neck as his hand moved off her breast. He moved his hand so that the tops of his fingers were touching her nipple. Slowly he ran his fingers across her nipple.

She felt his tongue then. On her neck, his tongue tip slowly moved across the skin of her neck. She felt the same movement, only fingers raking across her nipple softly. She felt herself getting even more excited. His fingers felt like his tongue through her shirt.

She found her eyes closed again, her mind paying close attention to his tongue and fingers. She trembled slightly at each finger raking.. no, flicking over her nipple.

One finger, flick. His tongue, flick.

She shivered.

Second finger, flick. His tongue, flick, the other way.

She sighed.

Third finger, flick. His tongue, flick again.

She moaned.

He continued with his tongue and fingers all the way through then back again.

Every flick with his fingers, she felt it through her pussy. Every flick of his tongue, she felt herself moving her hips forward.

Then she felt it. His other hand was between them. She felt his hand sliding under the top of her skirt. She hadn’t noticed him undoing her skirt top. She felt his fingers touch her through her panties. She pushed herself forward onto his fingers.

He felt her move against his fingers. He wasn’t able to slip his fingers under her panties. He flicked his tongue along her neck and continued to move his fingers across her nipple.

She shivered as his fingers seemed to circle gently against her pussy. His fingers pressed against her panties, she found herself moving against it. She hand one hand on the bar and the other on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed and sensations were coming at her in all directions.

The music, bringing a rythm to her body. The touching of his fingers, sending tiny pleasurable shocks through her vagina and nipple. The soft sucking lips, triggering the most sensitive pleasures in the back of her neck. The air, warm and mingled with the scent of his cologne.

She knew she wanted to cum. She didn’t want to be teased. She want to feel it in her wet and aching pussy. She wanted to move to the music.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

She reached down and started to undo his pants.

He looked around then and said, “Stop. What are you doing?”

She leaned forward and growled into his ear, “I want to do it here and now.”

“But..”

She shook her head and growled as she unzipped him, “No buts, now!”

He knew the tone and knew it was futile to argue with her. He glanced around again to see if anyone was looking. Thankfully, no one was. The bartender was at the other side of the bar, flirting with some customer. Everyone else was looking out at the dance floor.

He felt her hands yank the front of his underpants down, exposing his hard cock. He watched as she continued to look at him with this wild hungry look. He watched as she stepped on one of the bars of his stool.

Her leg swung over one of his legs. She placed one hand on his shoulder and swung her other leg over his.

“Close your legs a bit!” she told him.

He did.

She stood there and reached down with one hand to pull her panties aside. She lowered herself then, stopping when his cockhead touched her pussylips. Then she moved her hand from his shoulder to hold his cock steady. Her hand holding her panties aside, spread her pussylips a bit.

She lowered herself and felt his cockhead spreading her pussylips.

“Yes.” she hissed.

She felt his hardness spreading her vagina muscles. She felt herself contract around his hardness. She stopped lowering herself when she couldn’t get any more of his throbbing cock into her.

She opened her eyes and said, “Move your ass forward and lean back.”

He placed both his hands on the stool seat and lifted himself and slid forward slightly. He watched her as he leaned back.

She closed her eyes again as she felt more of his cock enter her. She started to move then, slowly up and down.

He wanted to close his eyes and enjoy but he was afraid of getting caught. This was too public even for his taste. He glanced around, no one looked. He felt himself gradually getting more excited.

He watched her as she moved. Barely moving her body, he saw and felt her ass move. Slowly pumping his cock.

She felt his cock harden as she stroked her pussy on and off him. She tried tightening herself around him. She felt his cock throb in response. She let the beat of the music guide her movement up and down.

She felt his hands on her bottom. She then knew he was enjoying it. She moved up and down as his hands squeezed her bottom. She moved her hips forward as her bottom came down, pulling every bit she could of him into her.

He closed his eyes then. He could only feel her and only hear the music. He moved with her and against her. His cock hard in her soft silky vagina. He felt her warm pussy muscles sucking his cock. Up and down she felt her warmth suck. Down and up, he moved.

She moved deliberately to the beat, the faster the beat, the faster she did him. She felt it all again. From this afternoon in the library to the stairwell. She remembered it as she moved.

Her warmth tighten again around him. Gripping and holding him as she moved. He knew what that meant.

“Wait for me.” he said.

“Hurry.” she replied.

His hands moved from her bottom to her waist. He moved her up and down his cock. He pushed harder every time she came down.

“Better hurry.” she said.

She felt her pussy grabbing at his hard cock wildly now. She pumped herself down and felt him slam himself up. His cock spreading her, rubbing, stroking her along the walls of her squeezing, sucking warmth. She moaned as she felt her body start to shake.

“Wait..” he said again.

“Hurry..” she whispered, feeling this one building into something big.

He growled as her pussy ground against him. His cock being sucked harder, massaged tighter. He moved faster, not caring if anyone saw now.

“Oh.. oh yes.. yesss.. oh yes” she whispered as she pumped.

She felt it start as she slammed harder up against her. She felt herself loose control as her body tensed for the release.

“Yesss..” he said.

“Oh yesss.” she growled and pumped harder.

He opened his eyes to look at her as he knew they were both about to cum. He saw her open her mouth and he quickly reached up with one hand and pulled her head towards his. His mind stop working then as he felt it pushing up from his balls.

She felt his cock tense as her warmth gripped hard once more as she trembled. Her pussy released in a tremendous climax. She suddenly felt his lips against her lips. She came and as she did, she realized that she was moaning into his mouth.

He felt her pussy contract hard one last time and he felt himself let go. His cock pushed deep into her warmth as she gripped him tight and loose and tight again as she came. He felt himself shoot into her. He groaned into her mouth.

Both of them moaning into eachother’s mouths as they came. Slowly, their climax subsided and they collapsed.

He going limp with her on top of him.

She going limp on top of him, her head rested on his shoulder, breathing hard. She felt his cock pulsing. Slowing down. Everytime his cock throbbed involuntarily, she felt her pussy contract.

They rested like that a few moments until the heard..

“Now I *am* jealous!”

They both looked over and saw his last dance partner looking at them. She smiled at them both.

They both got up, she sliding off of him. And he quickly tucking in his softening cock back into his pants.

“That’s some birthday present!” she said, “What I want to know is; What does she get for her birthday?”

He looked at his girlfriend and grinned.

She looked at him and said to her friend, “That wasn’t his birthday present..”

Her friend laughed.

They all danced for a few more hours. Her friend taking him to the dance floor now and again. Sometimes both his girlfriend and her friend danced with him or eachother. As the night progressed, the three of them danced together more often. He kept glancing at his girlfriend, hoping she would tell him. He was both excited and afraid of what her answer would be. Well, why not? It IS his birthday…