As told by Conner Price I guess I’m pretty dumb. Or the stage crew is pretty smart. At any rate, they sent me to True Value for a #8 stage screw… and they laughed when the said it. I’m just a farm boy and innocent, though we do see a lot on television and should be right up with it, but coming from a school district that had 40 people in the high school may have been nice, but nothing to match the big city kids.
That’s how I met Marsha. She was behind the counter at True Value. Nice gal, as I found out. I said, “I’m with the University Theatre. They have a controlled blanket order here.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her bright eyes glowing. God I liked her at first sight.
She seemed to be eying me too. I wasn’t wearing anything special, just grey sweats with the PROPERTY OF U of M Athletic Department printed on it. Maybe it was the yellow headband. She said I looked like a canary. Marsha bent under the counter and pulled out a sheaf of University Purchase Orders, found our number and said, “What’ll it be?”
“A number 8 stage screw.”
She covered her face and giggled.
“Look…?”
“Conner Price.”
“You’re a freshman, right?”
I blushed and nodded yes. My feet were itching to get out of there. I’d been had. I remembered the snipe hunting joke we played on city kids.
“Well, I’m a sophomore and I’ve worked here for a year. Those guys are having you… but I have an idea of how you can get revenge on them.”
That’s how I ended up on stage in the spotlight, waiting for Marsha, who said she’d deliver the screw to me personally. I was dressed in my sweats and yellow headband. Marsha arrived in a black skirt and high heels, a red jacket with a white turtle neck and her smile.
I was sitting on the Romeo and Juliet bed, which for some reason was down on the stage. I guess the crew was working on it.
Somebody said the side boards had broken and joked that some Romeo was probably screwing some Juliet on stage. Everybody had laughed at that and Rick had asked if I had none for the stage screw yet. I said I’d have it tomorrow. And now I was waiting for Marsha to bring it.
Two spots were on. Usually they had work lights, but today it was spotlights. I didn’t think anything of it. Then Marsha stepped into the pool with me and sat down on the bed.
“Did you bring it?”
“Bring what,” she asked as if she didn’t know what it was.
“The stage screw?”
“No, but I brought something to screw it into.” Her hand touched my knee.
That’s a kind of intimate gesture. I hardly knew her. But it sure felt good there.
“You’re supposed to have it on you.”
“Me, but I… “ her hand was creeping up my knee. I was glad I wore my jock. A girl touching me there so close to… well, you know. Careful, Marsha. I’m pretty touchy.”
“Where?”
“Where you are.”
“How about here,” her hand really zoomed up and nearly brushed my dick, which was up under my jock, pointing toward my stomach.
“Yeah, there… “I peeled her fingers away from the bottom of my jock strap.
“How would you like it if I did that to you?”
“I haven’t objected so far.”
That made me a little pissed. So I put my hand on her knee. Boy did she had smooth legs. I pushed the black skirt up and up, revealing her thigh and the dark part of her pantyhose. I stopped just, before the modesty panel, my fingers kind of burned by her body and being so close to you know what.
She closed her eyes as she dropped her hand onto my knee again, this time reached my nuts. Marsha did little squeezes on them.
Well, havin’ a girl play with your nuts is a turn on if you know what I mean.
My dick began to grow… I could feel the skin on my nuts crawling and my cock starting to inflate.
I moved my hand to her mound and began to stroke where I knew her cunt lips to be. I could feel them even through the panty hose. She stroked my dick from bottom to top and back down again.
“We’d better quit,” I said. My voice trembled. This was a hot situation… too hot for a farm boy to resist. But Marsha didn’t stop. She found the string on, my sweats and pulled the bow so it opened. Then her hand went down into my sweats, down… until her fingers were resting, on the red lines across my jock waistband. My dick was up under the top one and throbbing. The hairs across my belly and all the way up to my chest seemed to be tingling.
That’s when she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Not just on the lips, but between them and into my mouth. She was one sexy girl.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to me, our faces moving from side to side. Then I broke the kiss and worked my way down her neck at the same time as I pulled the zipper on her red jacket. It wasn’t a sweater she was wearing at all, but one of those things that look like a sweater but have no arms or back.
I could see her belly and everything as I pulled the zipper down. I flipped the dickie up and there they were… her tits. What beauties. My mouth began to water, just as my cock was beginning to water.
Marsha had managed to jam her hand inside my jock now and had found my cockhead. She was using one hand to hold my dick steady… it was vibrating like a pussy willow in the wind. The fingers found some of my stuff and was working it into the crown. My cock looks like and old fashioned bottle with a pink tip and a pink band to where the thing swells out. Then it’s darker. It’s not as big as a bottle of course, but a good size. My nuts were gathered in the tight sac by then, sloshing with my jizz.
I kissed her tits, my hands working their way down her stomach to the waist of her skirt. Gees. I’d have to figure that out. Her hand disappeared from around my dick, but not her finger. She snapped or unzipped something and I was home free. I kept kissing my way down her belly to the top of her panty hose. I could smell her pussy now. I could tell she was as excited as I was.
My finger poked inside the pantyhose and into the depths of her belly, to the very bottom where her cunt hole begins.
Marsha was pushing against my head, urging me on and down further. I was half want down the bed and she’d managed to spread her legs on it. As I kissed her belly, closer and closer to her snatch, she pushed the pantyhose down. I watched the blonde bush appear and smelled the wetness between her legs.
I kissed her mound while I used my tongue to slice into and between the lips.
She sighed as she grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me up along her body. I licked her nipples on the way to her face, where we kissed. My.sweats had been scraped down my knees, so I was lying on top of her with nothing but my jock between me and her cunt.
That didn’t last long either. She was fiddling with the straps. My rod caught in the top of the band, but she reached in and untangled it. We were lying on the bed now, stretched out, my cock pressed against her cunt lips. They were kind of folded over part of the shaft, right near the head.
That’s when the itch in my dick really started. Her hands were pushing my athletic shirt up and more of my hairy body touched hers. She liked the hair too because she started moaning and kissing my ear, her legs opening and closing while her cunt lip’s grabbed my dick and released it.
“Fuck me Conner.”
Well, that’s what I had every intention of doing. I rose up on my knees and watched as she spread as wide as a turkey wishbone for me, her pussy gap widened to the pinkness inside and under the hair.
My cock was oozing lubricant. I hoped it would be enough. I took my middle finger and wiped it down her cunt and inside the lips which were plenty moist with her juice. So I grabbed my cock in my hand and kind of drew a line between her cunt lips, feeling the skin fold open and then close behind my cock as it worked it way down.
Then I was at the hole. It seemed tight, so I took a few seconds to poke against it, making really short strokes into and out of the opening. Finally I felt it give way and my dick slid up into her. First the narrow point of my cockhead, then the neck and finally the wider shaft. She opened for me as I slipped into the hot interior in a long, smooth stroke. When I reached bottom, I just lay there, then leaned forward and started to lick her tits again.
She really liked that because her hips began to piston, releasing and capturing my cock again and again. My balls were in an touchdown uproar by then.
She spread her legs wider and used her heels against my back. Boy, her running shoes felt strange against my back, but wasn’t about to stop and take them off.
The heels pounded my back as I jiggled in and out of her.
My hands came into play now; I used her tits to steady myself and then massaged her breasts at the same times as I fucked her hole.
Her mouth was opening and closing in heavy gasps with each stroke. I felt like a fish too, my mouth gulping air as I pushed and pulled.
“Harder, Conner. I want to get my gun.”
Who didn’t?
I pushed harder. because my balls were really tight by then. So tight I thought the skin would pop and they’d be out in the cold.
Marsha worked with me… our passion building with each stroke. My hair had fallen forward, forming a brown curtain over my eyes. There was sweat gathering on either side of my nose. I knew I-I was glowing bright red from top to bottom.
Then Marsha wrapped her legs around me tighter and really began to pull me into her. Her heels made thuds against my back. I was going to have sole marks on my spine before we were through.
But I didn’t care any more. I just wanted to get off and get her off too. I tried to time myself so she could have some fun too, but the tingling in the end of my dick and deep inside my body took over.
She must have known I was close, because she became even more wild in her lunges. I felt my dick scraping things inside her. That must have been where she was sensitive. My belly bounced against hers. There was something real hard at the top of her slot which squashed when we came together.
I let out one long “whoooooo” of breath as my nuts jumped and the flood gates opened. Boy did I let go. My nuts flared, the cum tube widened; hell, I really juiced her. Juiced her deep too, squirting my stuff way up inside her.
Her belly was bouncing against mine in a rhythm not of my making. Christ, she was coming off too.
We both howled like wolves in the Minnesota woods at mating time. Our coupling had reached its peak.
My jiz felt like hot lead squirting out of my hole. At the same time, her pussy seemed to be grabbing at my cock, as if she would never let it go.
I peaked. My squirts turned to spurts and then dribbles. I felt absolutely drained… which was probably the case: I slumped on her body, my cock still giving off occasional twitches.
Something cold touched my butt. I opened my eyes. There was the whole male contingent of the stage crew standing around me just inside the pool of light.
I looked for Lois ashamed that she might have seen me fucking on Juliet’s bed.
Fortunately, she wasn’t there.
It was Rick. “I see you got your stage screw.”
Everybody burst out laughing. Even I had to laugh. It had been a setup with Marsha the willing accomplice. My cock wilted. I tried to hide my nakedness, grabbing for the jock strap bands and pulling the pouch over my deflating cock.
Marsha smiled and winked at me. She hugged me close to her body, the sweat on her tits smeared against my chest. “You were the best stage screw I ever had. I think I’ll tell the guys I’m out of circulation for awhile.”
And that’s how Marsha and I became lovers. Friends too. But that’s a whole different story.