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Miss Otis Regrets Nothing

Miss Otis Regrets Nothing

by loverofliterature
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It was the fall of 1980 and I was a college freshman charged with the task of helping today's visiting author set up for a talk with the literature classes, a task I was not particularly looking forward to. Until they mentioned who the author was going to be: Jane Karen Otis...the famed and very prolific author whose dusk jacket photos I'd been swooning over since I came across her first books! Her prose was kind of sexy, too...with a lot of subtext that probably wasn't meant to be arousing... but had that effect on me anyway.

About an hour before her speech I was finishing the set up in the room, hanging posters and filling the water pitcher and generally tidying up. I wanted to get that done before heading to the downstairs foyer to greet her. To my great surprise, just as I was kneeling behind the lectern to clear out some debris, I suddenly heard a voice coming from the entranceway: "Hello? Is this the right room for my talk?"

The voice was soft but throaty and intoxicatingly mellifluous. It could be no one else. There, surrounded by the bright lights shining in from the hallway was the statuesque formon none other than Jane Karen Otis herself! Tall, thin but very shapely...with short permed hair the color of late autumn. Her lips full and red, her eyes wide and green, wearing a light red checkered blouse and a long, flowing shirt that reached down to her ankles and her shiny, black, high heeled boots.

"Um," I stammered, "Miss Otis, we weren't expecting you for another half an hour yet!"

"That's fine," she beamed a shining smile my way. "I always like to come early before a speech." Was that a wink? A lascivious gaze out of the corner of her fluttering eyelids? No, couldn't be...

"Um, is there anything I can do for you to help you prepare?" I asked nervously.

Miss Otis turned her back to me for a moment, closed the door gently and turned the lock. Then she slowly spun around, bent over to grab the ends of her log skirt and slowly began to lift. I stood there dumbfounded watching her shapely legs appear to me one inch at a time. She smiled warmly as she continued to lift... higher and higher. I was now looking at her knees, her shapely, nicely rounded knees. I looked on aghast as I realized she was not stopping there! Part of me thought this was not right for a world class author to be doing and that she should stop... but it was a very small part and I kept watching with rapt attention as the skirt continued its upward journey.

Now I was looking at her thighs. She slowly began to spread her legs as the skirt rose higher. "Shall I keep going?" she purred. Speechless, I nodded vigorously. She kept going.

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What I saw next was something I never expected to see in a million years! The hemline rose more and more and suddenly I saw the area where the pantyline should be... and there was NO pantyline! Higher still and I could see there were no panties at all. I was staring gobsmacked at the living, breathing pussy of Jane Karen Otis. She smiled demurely as her full lower torso was revealed and then she turned around slowly.

Her soft pink ass was soon before me. Then she bent her body forward and spread her legs even wider. "This is what you can help me with," she said breathily.

"Uh, uh... Miss Otis, I'm sure exactly what I should..."

She stood up, turned around again and let the skirt fall. "We don't have a lot of time," she said, looking at the clock on the wall. "Before you know it they're going to be lined up outside the door. You'd better take advantage of me soon."

I still had no idea what to do. I took a tentative step towards her. Then another. Miss Otis began to unbutton her blouse. "I suppose I'm going to have to do most of the work, am I?" she cooed. One, two, three buttons quickly came undone and her luscious, perky breasts soon popped out. As did my eyes.

"Oh, this is ridiculous!" she exclaimed as she stepped forward, grabbed my face and pulled me into her bosom. Soon her sharp little pink nipples were in my face... ripe for the taking. I lost all sense of who and where I was and I became lost in her bawdy embrace. She massaged the back of my head as my mouth sought one of the two jewelled prizes before me. As my lips clasped around the first rosy petal I could feel it instantly harden... sharp as the point of a pencil. It's a wonder it didn't pierce my tongue.

I lapped and suckled, first at one breasts then the other as Miss Otis made her delight known to me. She cooed and moaned and held me closer. Her hands slid down my back to grab me by the ass and squeeze. Her deft fingers caught a hold of my belt and raced to the front, undoing the clasp and then the button to my jeans. I hear the zipper come down next and before I knew it the pants were down at my ankles. Miss Otis' hands were all over the front of my jockey shorts, expertly rubbing me up and down. I grew hard, oh so hard, at her touch.

She grabbed the waistband and yanked down and my shorts joined my pants on the floor. I kicked everything off and flung them across the room, still immersed in her sweet cleavage. Miss Otis pushed me back for a moment and then lifted her skirt again. Her soft, downy vagina beckoned. I backed her up against the wall, both of us panting with longing. Her long, svelte fingers grabbed my engorged cock and began to lightly tug at it... soon increasing the frequency until I was almost ready to explode. Then she put her hands on the top of my head and pushed me down.

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Her cunt stood before me, already moistened, and I imagined that I could see it pulsing like a beating heart as my tongue drew closer. I slipped it inside of her and immediately tasted her sweet ambrosia. I darted my tongue in and out swiftly... hearing her make a little high-pitched squeal with each thrust. I ate hungrily... seeking out her clitoris and teasing it mercilessly. Miss Otis arched her back and thrust her pelvis forward, holding my head in place to continue the task. Within a few moments her squeals turned to moans and then turned to a gasp, A great burst of liquid issue forth from her nethers and covered my face and chest with her savory scent.

We could hear stirrings outside the door, a polite knock. I looked that way and she barked, "Don't you dare! I need you inside me now!" She grabbed my ass hard and pulled me to her. Her legs wrapped around me and held me vise-like as her hands guided me inside her slick, pulsating mound. I slid inside to the hilt and let out the first of my own involuntary moans.

I slammed her hard against the wall repeatedly, my throbbing erection delving deeper and deeper with each thrust. I grabbed her ass firmly, my fingers wriggling inside as we continued to grind into each other's pelvis. "Grab my hair," she commanded and I strung my fingers through the thick, wiry locks falling on either side of her face. Every time I tugged and pulled her look of orgasmic euphoria told me all I needed to now. I kept my cock pumping hard, our loins producing a wet, squishy slosh that seemed to make us both even more excited. Our legs began to buckle and we fell to the floor.

Quickly she clambered onto her hands and knees, sweeping the long skirt aside so that I could find my way back inside. "Finish inside my ass," she directed. I did as I was commanded... my cock so wet with her juices that we didn't even need any lube. I put myself in slowly, relishing the way she bit her lip and rolled her eyes with each new inch of penetration.

"Hurry! Faster!" she whispered hoarsely as we heard the polite knocking at the door become a less-polite hammering. My eager thrusting echoed the sounds at the door. Again and again, I entered and withdrew... sliding into her anal cavity with ease. My balls slapped noisily against her soft buttocks. Her moaning became more and more intense... as did mine in response. Finally I could take no more... and I felt the inward rush rising from my testicles. She could sense my situation and encouraged me onward, wriggling her bottom and easing it back and forth onto my iron-like shaft.

I tried to stifle my ecstatic sound of release but I fear that something must have travelled past the doorway because the hall got suddenly quiet as I ceased thrusting and began gushing inside of her. My energized spunk spewed forth... forcing my cock out with the internal pressure. I wound up squirting all over her backside. She used her skirt as a towel...wiping up the excess spunk from her body as well as from my withering snake. With practiced efficiency she got to her feet and composed herself. I scrambled to put my own clothes back on before heading for the waiting throng at the door. Two minutes to eleven! We had finished just in time. Only the sky smirk on Miss Otis' lips betrayed the fact that anything untoward had gone on at all behind the locked door.

"I'm sorry, " I stammered, "that you'll have to give your talk in a somewhat soiled condition."

"Miss Otis regrets... nothing!" she smiled as she took her place behind the podium and I undid the lock on the door.

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