The Cloyless Coc

"Hey blondie, looks like you've had a real busy night. Want to sit down for some breakfast."

"Sure Jenn, just let me go to the bathroom, my bladder's about to burst."

"It looks like that's not the only thing that's ready to burst. Your blouse looks like it suffered some serious damage in the battle last night."

"I'll tell you all about it in a minute. Just get a cereal bowl down from the cupboard and pour me some orange juice and I'll be right back."

"Easy-peasy Kate, I'll have your place set up in a jiff."

"God, does that ever feel better! You wouldn't have believed what happened last night."

"Well I know you had a big one planned with Mr. All-American Quarterback. You must have really stuck your tits in his face to land such a catch."

"Catch my eye! He's certainly had an eye for my bod ever since transferring into our Shakespeare class three weeks ago. I figured him for some great cocksman given his performance on the gridiron. Turns out that his talk is greater than his ability to slice the gash with his fleshy sword. I mean really, the girls have been falling all over him. So I figure this guy's got to be hot stuff in the sack in addition to his looks. I had to change my panties after he called the other night, just the sound of that velvet voice was enough to get my pot steamed. Can you pass me one of those English muffins?"

"Sure, here you go. Do you want any marmalade?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Anyway, not only did I look great but I was really on fire when I left last evening. We were going to see 'Measure for Measure' that the Theater Players were doing downtown. I was looking to cook two geese in one pot as it were, get both my Shakespeare review and myself done all in one night. Well, I managed to do both but not the way I intended. God am I still hungry. Can you pop a couple of more muffins in the toaster?"

"Of course, do you want some more orange juice or some coffee?"

"A little more OJ, I'll wait on the coffee until the muffins are done. Anyway as I was saying, I was really primed for the evening. You were out when he stopped by to pick me up. Too bad! For once I was ready on time! The bell rang and when I opened the door there was this bronzed Apollo, sleekly dressed in a pair of khakis and a mauve polo shirt. The blond streaks in his hair sparkled, back lit from the late afternoon sun. I don't know if it was the sun shining in my eyes, or this vision of manly perfection but I was almost ready to jump him right here. We wouldn't have even made it back to the bedroom. You would have caught us in 'copulo', I'm sure."

"Here are your muffins and coffee. So with such a good start, how could the evening go south?"

"South? Jenn, this evening went so far south that I found myself in Antarctica before I could get back on track."

"So he left you high and dry?"

"Well, he certainly left me high but not dry. I'll get to that in a moment. Anyway, we got to the theater in plenty of time. It was a nice evening, the sky had an ochre tinge from the setting sun. Sitting on the square, we shared a lemonade and watched the people come and go. This was the first nice weekend since the end of April and it was nice not to wear a sweater. Will and Jane came over and joined us. It turns out they were going to the play as well. Jane gave me the weirdest look when she sat down. It was kinda like, 'what are you doing with that guy, don't you know about him?' Little did I know, but I was sure going to find out. Well, the play was OK, I just don't like these things where a guy is sentenced to death for fornication. Geez, that would take 99% of my boyfriends out of circulation! The acting was excellent. Hey, you know that guy who moved in four doors down, Edward Smith, though I think he spells it the funny English way, S-m-y-t-h-e."

"The one with the long reddish hair?"

"Yeah, that's him. He played Claudio and did a bang-up job."

"Bang-up, huh? Well Kate, I've run into him at the store a couple of times and I can think of something I would like him to bring a little bang-up to."

"Go for it then, he seems real nice."

"I think I just might do that. Here's your coffee."

"Thanks. After the play we walked back up the hill with Will and Jane. They invited us to join them at Nick's but I graciously declined, saying we had other plans."

"Hmmm, I wonder what kind of plans those might be?"

"All right, already! Let me finish with the story. Anyway, there was a nice breeze at the top of the hill. I had left the bottom buttons of the skirt undone and the wind came right through the slit, lifting up the back just like a hoisted spinnaker. There were a couple of guys walking towards us that got a good flash of panty, though they didn't even crack a smile since I was with Mr. All-American Quarterback. I guess they thought he would pound them into the pavement or whatever it is football players do when they get pissed. I didn't care too much because the air felt pretty damn good as it coursed over the tops of my thighs."

"Nothing like a nice spring breeze, is there? Especially when you've got a case of hot pants!"

"Well it certainly was refreshing; the sweet zephyr sucked out that pleasing scent carried forth from my sweet quim by the leaking love oils. I could feel my cheeks flush with the warmth of desire as the delicate perfume wafted about my body. God Jenn, I swear it was all I could do from jumping his bones right then and there. Each scented breath only increased the lovely wetness between my legs."

"I'm surprised that you didn't have every dog in the neighborhood running up to catch a sniff."

"Believe me I heard some pretty aggressive barking and a couple of dogs strained at their leashes. I'm pretty thankful that they are enforcing the new leash law. Otherwise, I would have really been in trouble."

"The story is making me a little hungry Kate, do you want me to fix you another English muffin too?"

"Yeah, I could go for that. Is there more coffee? I could use another cup."

"Give me a minute and I need to run the Braun through another cycle."

"Thanks, the coffee really hits this spot this morning. Anyway, when we got into his apartment, I thought that I really had better play it cool. I really didn't know him too well and ..."

"In other words you didn't go straight for his belt and zipper once you were safely inside."

"Geez Jenn, you know that I can keep it together even in the face of an imminent fuck! No, of course I didn't grab for the meat right off, I was thirsty from the walk back and needed something to drink."

"Sure Kate, and I bet I can guess what you wanted to drink."

"Ha, ha, pretty funny Jenn. Just wait 'til you hear how this all turned out."

"Looks like it wasn't the winter, or should I say springtime, of your discontent!"

"True, no discontent, but the end came not in the way you would ever guess. Anyway, I mentioned that I was a little thirsty. It turns out that Mr. All-American Quarterback doesn't drink anything stronger than Mountain Dew. He had some lemonade in the fridge, and I told him that would be fine. I looked around the living room as he went into the kitchen to get the drinks. You would absolutely not have believed this room. Posters of football players covered virtually every square inch of wall space. You know that my knowledge of football is about enough to fill a thimble! I did recognize three posters of Mr. All-American Quarterback that came from various sports magazine covers. The rest were all pretty much meaningless to me. Some of the helmet logos looked pretty neat but I don't know why they always pick such dark colors for their uniforms; I mean a real nice peach and cream would look so nice or even ecru and cerulean blue."

"Kate, I hate to break it to you, but football is a violent game. I don't think that these guys want to go around hitting one another while wearing uniforms designed by Givenchy or Versace."

"Come on Jenn I know that, but field hockey gets pretty rough and tough and we always tried to look our best."

"You're not really comparing field hockey to football?"

"Why not? Have you ever had your ankles chopped at with a field hockey stick? I had more bruised legs from field hockey than I care to think about. And remember, field hockey player don't wear all that protective stuff that Mr. All-American Quarterback wears when he goes out to play."

"All right Kate, I can see I'm not going to win this one. What happened next?"

"Well, he came out of the kitchen with a nice large glass of lemonade for me and a bottle of Mountain Dew for himself. He looked real macho drinking Mountain Dew straight from the bottle! Anyway, it turned out that he had a real nice collection of jazz CDs. I asked him to pick out something soft and romantic. He spent a couple of minutes looking and popped a disc into the machine. It sounded pretty familiar to me and I asked what it was. Turns out it was Miles Davis's 'Sketches of Spain,' a jazzy arrangement of the Rodrigo guitar concerto."

"Ummm, I know that one, it's really mellow."

"Yeah, I was feeling pretty mellow too as I snuggled next to him. I had taken a couple sips of lemonade, just enough to quench my thirst but not my lust if you know what I mean."

"Sure, the tart taste that leaves you wanting something sweet."

"You bet. Anyway, I took the bottle of Mountain Dew from his hand and put it on the end table on my side of the couch. I didn't think he would be needing anything more to drink, at least that's what was on my mind. Of course if he wanted a little taste of honey, you know the sweet pearly kind, that was always an option that I was keeping open."

"Ah sweet love, the parting of the delicate petals, the liquidey dew drops, the feathery touch of the tongue; the nexus of love when touched swells with the gentle flush of anticipation..."

"Enough already Jenn, that all comes in due time or is it in due time all come. Yikes, stop it already Jenn, too many iambic pentameters running through my head. Anyway, I was primed to see whether what was stuffed inside his pants would win any All-American awards. I started to turn up the heat a bit by gently biting on his ear lobe and blowing soft puffs of warm air into his ear. It certainly had the desired result. My left hand, drawn by no magic of my own to the buttoned fly of his jeans, started to massage his growing cock. There was no question that this was going to be an evening of delight, but ever the cautious one, I wanted it to last. I whispered in his ear that he was in for a special treat, something to take the edge off."

"Edge off? You mean get it off! Yeah, I bet he bit on that one, didn't he Kate?"

"At the time, I didn't know what he was thinking. All that escaped his lips was a deep moan. I wasn't going to waste any more time. My quim was simply drooling love juice in anticipation, but I was determined this fuck was going to last. I figured if I sucked him just to the zenith of release and let things ebb it would be all the better for me. I wanted the void in my cunny filled up with sweet thick jism. Jeez, it had been at least two weeks since I'd gotten off with a guy. Anyway, I quickly slid down onto my knees, my hands undoing the buttons as fast as possible, shaking with anticipation of seeing his swollen love muscle. Well, was I ever surprised when I pulled his pants down over his hips. There was no downy hair framing his cock and balls, the skin was baby smooth. I know a lot of girls who keep their nether regions neatly trimmed; God knows that I do this, but a guy? No way I thought. This was sure a first for me. The surprising thing was that it made his cock look larger and more appealing. No stray pubies to get caught in my teeth!!"

"Yeah, like that's what you were thinking about!"

"Of course I wasn't thinking about that! All I wanted was to get this guy ready to mount! Well, it was really rather neat to lick the smooth skin encasing his two love jewels. Dabs of saliva coated the skin as my tongue slid back and forth and all around each little orb. My left hand was busy, gently pumping on his love rod, drawing forth droplets of jizzy lubricant. When I popped one of his balls into my mouth, his cock began to twitch with excitement."

"Geez Kate, every time I try doing that the guy spouts off like a geyser!"

"Yeah, it used to happen to me a lot as well. You can't pump the rod too hard or fast because most guys don't have any self-control. You have to feather it, getting them excited but not to the point where the trigger gets pulled. Also, you need to be ready to squeeze down at the base to bring things back under control. I've found that if you girdle the base with a firm grip and breathe in really fast while you've got the tip of his cock in your mouth, it brings the ardor under control. I guess it's the cool air that passes over his cock as you inhale and along with the pressure that somehow cuts off the sensation of coming. After that you let them go slightly limp and they're able to fuck much longer. Anyway, I wanted a quick taste before temporarily turning off his love spigot. I figured three or four sucks ought to satisfy my sweet tooth. I quickly tongued the tip before sliding the tool into my mouth, savoring the pearly liquid's taste. Well, I didn't even get to the third draw when he erupted filling my mouth with jizz. Of course I wasn't nearly prepared to take his offering as the shuddering cock shot streams of come into my mouth. I felt a thin stream ooze out the side of mouth and figured that I better start swallowing pretty darn quick before it started to drip all over the place. I certainly didn't want to get any on my silk blouse. Nothing more embarrassing than telling the dry cleaner what the stain is - 'no it isn't cream sauce; I was going down on my boyfriend and couldn't quite keep all the come in my mouth.'"

"Definitely yucky!"

"You bet! Anyway, I was really pissed at letting the situation get out of control. It seemed like my mouth took a week's worth of stored up love juice and unless Mr. All-American Quarterback had amazing recuperative powers, I was in for at least an hour's wait. I licked a stray ribbon of come off my lips and looked up and there was Mr. All-American Quarterback, looking dead to the world!"

"No way!"

"Yup, I had blown him into oblivion! He was lying, head back against the couch, a vague smile on his face, snoring softly. I gave him a firm push but to no avail, he hardly stirred, out like a light. Boy was I pissed!"

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I figured out that I really needed to get back at this guy for being so inconsiderate. I couldn't lather his face with his come as I had already swallowed all of it. I sat there in a funk for a couple of minutes, my built up passion slowly ebbing, the crotch of my panties beginning to feel cold and clammy rather than hot and oily. Then it came to me, I would leave him a nice scented memento of my wasted evening."

"You didn't!"

"Oh Jenn but I did! I figured that this guy was going to sleep this one off and that what better way to sleep than to draw in my juicy memory with each breath. My hand slid down across the bunched up skirt until my fingers found the ignored channel, whose damp secretions continued to spread throughout the cotton barrier. There was no way that I was going to take the necessary time getting off, especially sitting at the foot of this slumbering fool. My only task was to imbue the panties with as much of the delicate feminine love oil as they would hold. My fingers went to work, stroking the fabric back and forth into the love channel, drawing as much of the viscous juice out of my quim and into the cotton fibers. Satisfied that there was little more to be wicked out, I slid the panties off, letting my quim bask in the evening's delicate air. I looked at Mr. All-American Quarterback lying there, supine like a stuffed swine. I slipped the panties over his face, adjusting the moist crotch band over his nose so that my perfumed oils would be his for the rest of the night."

"Oh my God, tell me again that you really did that!"

"I really did that! He was really quite a site, pants down around his knees, a hairless crotch framing a flaccid cock, lavender panties covering his face. Just desserts for my ruined evening."

"Poor sweet Kate, abandoned at love's altar."

"Well Jenn, that's exactly how I felt. Anyway, it was over for good with this guy. I finally figured out what Jane's weird look meant. I started to head on home when I bumped into Will. It turns out that Jane had to finish up some work and called it an early evening. Will remarked that it was a surprise to see me so soon afterwards. I told him something unfortunate had come up, which was of course the truth. He looked at me kind of funny, saying he figured out what came up. It turned out that I had a driblet of dried come on my chin. In my haste to leave Mr. All-American Quarterback, I hadn't checked the mirror to maker sure my face was clean. God was I ever embarrassed about that."

"Ugh, I'll bet!"

"Actually Will was pretty sweet. He moistened his finger and wiped off the offending evidence. He could see that I was down in the dumps and asked me over to his place for a glass of wine. I said that I would settle for some brandy if he had it; I needed something a little stronger than Chablis. Anyway, we headed over to his place, the cool night air sweeping through my skirt, its gentle breeze purging my quim of the lingering after effects of Mr. All-American Quarterback's failed attempt at quenching my lusty need."

"I can see where this story is headed..."

"Come on Jenn, Will is really a sweet guy and he's not going with anyone right now. I certainly wasn't figuring on anything happening between the two of us; I thought we would have a drink and I would be on my way home."

"Kate, even I know you better than that! One drink and you would be on your way, but the destination certainly wouldn't be this apartment. Do go on."

"Well, we sat down with our brandies and I told him about what happened with Mr. All-American Quarterback. He laughed when I told him how the evening concluded, the football star sleeping on the couch with a love-juice soaked panty covering his face. Will thought that maybe our football star was betrayed by his steroid-buffed body; no telling what all those muscle building drugs will do to ones libido. I smirked, responding that I was putting on permanent hold my dream about fulfilling the fantasy of playing the horny cheerleader. Give me someone who is sweet and intellectual and not a plumbing-impaired Adonis. Anyway, we talked for a while longer about the play and other stuff. The brandy was nice and I was just getting ready to head on home when Will leaned over and kissed me."

"I knew it was just a matter of time!"

"Maybe, but it certainly caught me by surprise. It was one of those nice gentle kisses, his tongue slipping into my mouth for a flickering moment. I responded in kind, darting mine into his mouth, quickly dueling with his tongue before withdrawing. I slid into his arms, pulling his head against mine in a firm embrace. Leaving an aftermath of soft kisses on the nape of my neck, Will's next kiss was more passionate, more insistent. One of his hands had moved to my breasts, gently pinching the nipples through the delicate twin fabrics of blouse and bra, drawing passion into each nub. God, did this ever feel good! We slid off the couch onto the carpeted floor, bodies intertwined, hands groping at buttons, zippers, and clasps until we were both naked. I pushed my recharged quim hard against his knee pinioned between my thighs, oozing balmy emollient into his skin. His cock responded in kind, delicately discharging some warm slick oil on my stomach as we grappled with one another."

"Heaven, I'm in heaven..."