It curled up. flabbily upon my belly, self-satisfied and indifferent to my many problems while I was bowed down with gloom. I prodded it with my forefinger, like a girl who was curious to test its emotional state. It flopped sluggishly, refusing to be budged. It was a -girls prying finger it wanted. That made me furious. All my prick thought of was sex! I grasped it with fingers and thumb and frictioned briskly. It was startled. It propped itself up on its elbows and looked at me with surprise and interest. It didn't respond. It wasn't getting the right sensations. I was teasing all the right pleasure spots, but it lengthened and thickened resentfully. It was almost indignant!
I frictioned determinedly. This was the way to keep out of trouble. Milk my prick of spunk so often that it wouldn't meddle in my affairs. Furthermore, once my prick was erect, jerking myself was enjoyable. Not so much as being sucked by a girl, or being juiced up by a pussy, but pleasurable. The kind of pleasure that can go on a long time. My prick was won over; its indignation melted. It towered, ready to accept more of the treatment. I closed my eyes dreamily and gave it slow up-and-down strokes. My hand was a sad substitute for a clinging pussy, but it did prove I could scrape along without a girl. A physical girl, that is. But I had to have my dream girl. She was hunched over my cock and it was her hand caressing it. Presently, I'd let her suck it, and then she'd straddle me.
I was drifting away and my cock was simmering nicely. Vaguely I heard the door open and close when Dave entered. He'd be surprised I was playing with myself, but I'd explain why after I'd shot my lot.
A bell-like voice said: "Sorry to interrupt. Are you expecting Dave?"
I opened startled eyes. I froze, my hand petrified in mid-stroke. She was dark and vivacious, her eyes bright with amusement.
"You're Mike, aren't you? You share the pad with Dave?"
I sat up and swung my legs around off the bed. I flushed. "I thought you were Dave."
She put me at ease. "Don't be embarrassed, I too love playing with myself. I do it all the time. I was shy the first time my roommate caught me at it. But I soon got over it. We play with ourselves now while we're sitting and talking."
I arose but she waved me back. "Don't stop. That's a beautiful hard-on. Don't waste it."
"You've come to see Dave…?"
"I'm Georgette. We had a very casual arrangement; if I happen to be free, I might meet him here." She smiled. "I've half-an-hour to spare. If Dave had been here… "
Dave had mentioned Georgette. She was a model. "Dave's got a heavy date this evening," I said. Those three sisters would be keeping him busy, I reflected.
She examined my prick, her eyes dancing. "Shall I go then?"
"I hope you won't."
"Shall I draw up a chair and watch? I've never seen a man using his do-it-yourself kit." She had a lovely teasing smile.
"I'm not good at it," I confessed. "How's your speed?" I patted the bed.
She glanced at her wristwatch. "Only half-an-hour," she warned, unzipping her skirt and letting it slip down her legs.
She was a photographer's dream. Her waist was slender and fragile in contrast with her hips, which were sturdy and capable of powerful loin-thrusts. Her legs were long, and very shapely. Her bottom was small and very tight. When she got her blouse off I was even more impressed by her big, round breasts. They were large, but braced up by strong pectoral muscles that made them jut aggressively. Her thimble-sized nipples were dark pink. She giggled, sat beside me and reached down between my legs. Her fingers and thumb circled around my cock low down at the root. She squeezed it affectionately. Her other hand went between her own legs, a skilful finger-stroke along her pussy-crevice separated the love-lips, and then her fingers sank deep into the crevice. She stirred it up. "This is just like being at home with my roommate."
"You've a lovely body, Georgette."
"Thank you, kind sir." She frictioned me with a long, caressing rhythm that was very moving.
"Your body's made for loving."
"It has played that role in the past" Amusement bubbled in her voice.
"I want to make love to you, Georgette." She had magical fingers. And the hand between her own legs was as busy as a buzz-saw. It made lovely, liquid, sloshy noises.
"You want to fuck me?" Her eyes danced.
"I'm dying to fuck you, Georgette."
"I suspected you'd finally get the idea," she giggled.
"You dislike the idea?"
"Your idea has its virtues, lover boy, TMs big prick is wasted in your clumsy hands."
"What are we waiting for?"
"I've only got half-an-hour. We mustn't take long, so I'm juicing myself up first."
"I can do that." I reached across her thigh. But she nudged my hand away with her elbow.
"I'm sure you could. But you'd be too slow. I know the right places, the right pressure and the right speed." Her hand was now a blur between her legs. Her fingers made splashy sounds and the musky smell of pussy took my breath.
"This is a lovely prick," she approved. She slithered the palm of her hand over its crown with every upstroke. "It's so hot too! It'll be lovely having it spear up between my legs."
I was craned over her groin, fascinated by the skill of her strumming fingers.
"Almost ready," she said cheerfully. "Listen. I want to be screwed my way."
"It's a special way?"
"I like fucking all ways. But tonight I'm in a mood, and since we've only a short time… That'll do it!" she decided. She withdrew her hand from between her legs, trailing sticky threads of goo. She offered me her fingers and watched happily as I licked each one clean. "Let's get ready," she said, getting up abruptly, her grip on my prick making me stand too. "Lots of pillows," she ordered crisply. She scampered around collecting cushions off chairs and stacking them high in the center of the bed. She placed the two bed-pillows on top of the pile. "Wait while I get ready." She knelt, positioned her navel on the top pillow then sprawled forward. Her weight crushed down the cushions but when she stopped sinking it was as though she'd draped herself over a clothesline, her hips and breasts dangling one side, her groin and thighs on the other. She rested her cheek upon the bed and beckoned me. "I'll suck it a little before you start."
I kneeled on the bed, and she grasped my cock and guided it to her mouth. Her ripe lips parted, her tongue swirled saliva around my knob, and her mouth closed around it. She sucked blissfully. I closed my eyes and the top of my head steamed. It was gentle sucking, like a babe sucking its mother's breast. It was more affectionate than stimulating. Much too soon she slobbered my prick out of her mouth and mentioned: "I love to have the taste of prick in my mouth while I'm being screwed. You can start now!"
I kneeled behind her. Her beautiful ass was humped up high and her thighs splayed apart. She was juiced-up and didn't have to be fingered. I probed with my knob, exploring hot nooks and crannies.
"That's it, Mike! Go straight in. All the way!"
I had to kneel up with my belly curved over her buttocks to get in. The way her belly was bowed over the cushions curved her vagina into a semicircle. Her vagina was burning hot and very tight. Penetrating its curved length gave me startling new sexy sensations. My erect cock doesn't curve. Forcing my straight prick into her curved vagina was the most exciting pussy penetration I've ever made. Finally I was home to the hilt, not knowing if my prick had been curved, or her vagina straightened. But the sensation was so good it wasn't important.
"Gorgeous, Mike!" she panted. "Mould yourself over me!"
I leaned forward, my abdomen upon her back and my chest upon her shoulders. Two of us draped over a clothesline! I nuzzled her hair and nibbled her ear. Her big breasts hung heavily; I squeezed them and rolled the nipples between my fingers and thumbs.