Miss Shanker’s Brawny “Hi Miss Shanker,” the deep voice rumbled.
I looked up and as it always did, my heart skipped a beat. It was Brawny…
Allan Marks actually. I called him Brawny and everybody else called him Conan the Barbarian. He was a drama major and muscleman combined. The kids in the drama department sniggered behind his back and recommended that he become a professional wrestler… that required acting talent of the highest degree.
I was more hopeful. As secretary to the department, I really controlled what went on around the department… though the mighty professors never admitted it if they even knew it. Professorial ego’s are easily damaged.
I turned away from my word processor, where I was writing a plea to a dean and smiled at Brawny. He really was a most attractive young man. I’m not that old myself, but he seemed like a muscle bound colt, tripping over himself at every turn. He might have been slow witted, but he was certainly polite… I liked that. “Hi, Brawny, what can I do for you?”
“Well… I got a part as officer of the law in Romeo and Juliet.” His chest swelled with pride, threatening to rip the fabric of his university T-shirt to shreds. “And I wondered if you’d have time to coach me on the lines.”
I knew the part and smiled to myself and at him. Your speeches wasn’t exactly earth shaking, but for a kid who had his heart set on being an actor, not a bad start. “Sure. I’m through a five.”
“Good. Would you… he paused. like an awkward child. I could almost see his big foot swinging from side to side below the edge of my desk.
I looked into his broad face and dark eyes. His black hair was so short, you expected him to be dressed in army fatigues. But he had on a wrinkled University shirt and tight jeans. It wasn’t for the first time that I noticed the tempting bulge in the front of his jeans, which seemed to have been bought in Junior High school too big for him and now in college had grown too small. A rip in one knee showed the thick legs underneath.
He almost said “Aw, shucks,” but said instead, “Maybe you could come over to my apartment for supper. I’m a pretty good cook. Had to learn after my mom died, or pop and I both would have starved.”
“Certainly. I’d be delighted. Give me time to change.”
“You can come like that. You look good in blue. Highlights your hair and all.”
He grinned and my heart melted. I started at his crotch as I made up my mind.
He reached into it and rearranged his thing, without a blush. Athletes are always doing that, driving a girl crazy.
“Ok,” I said at last. You address is correct on the department card?”
“I think so.” He edged around the edge of my desk, surprisingly graceful for such a big man. I flipped my rolodex and he nodded.
So, there I was at his door. Something smelled delicious. I’m dieting as usual.
Not that it’s done much good. Except for Brawny, most of the kids treat me like a piece of furniture… the professors like a machine.
Brawny answered my knock. The heavy shirt had been replaced by an athletic shirt which showed his big arms. The pants were cutoff’s, probably the last desperate use for kindergarten jeans. He looked good enough to eat. My mouth practically watered. In fact, I felt like kneeling down and pressing my face into his crotch. Instead, I smiled and shook his hand. “Smells delicious.”
“My own cream style clam chowder,” he grinned.
My hips shuddered at the thought.
“Made without cream, cause I’m trying to take off a few pounds. Too much beer and pizza.”
We laughed. Brawny’s apartment was cramped to say the least. He apparently lived alone in this one room… very masculine and very crowded with athletic gear. I longed for a glimpse of a jock strap hanging from the rope that stretched across the window for drying clothes. It was empty.
“We have to sit side by side because the counter doesn’t have any ends.” He laughed as if this were the funniest joke he’d ever heard.
He’d made fresh baked bread bowls to put the chowder in and a nice salad. I didn’t insult him by picking at my food. He gulped, his arms feeding his face from both sides. Then his leg brushed mine. An electric shock jolted through my pussy. I wanted to reach over into that other basket and grab his prick and suck him off. Isn’t that awful? But he was so sweet and so gentle, that I just had the hots for him.
He stretched, his arm landing with a thump on the back of my chair. I. could feel the heat of his body through my blue plaid dress. Naturally, my tits began to itch.
“I didn’t plan any desert. Girls are always on diets. You did good eating all that. No leftovers.” His ham hand patted my shoulder. Now you’d think that would have jarred my bones, but he was such a gentle giant.
I gathered my courage and said, “How about you for desert?” At least I think that’s what I said. I put my hand over my mouth in disbelief.
Brawny grinned at me, pushed his chair back from the table and spread his legs wide. The folds of his jeans rearranged themselves. I could almost see the head of his cock poked into the bottom of his crotch… probably kissing his hairy balls. Well, at least I guessed they were big and hairy but I hadn’t seen them yet.
“Ok, by me. The only workouts I get is what I do myself.” He held his right hand in a kind of tube. My eyes grew wide. Was he exaggerating the thickness?
I lost my nerve. My hands stayed demurely in my lap.
“I seen you looking at my basket when I stand in front of your desk. I know what you want. And you can have it too, because you’re such a nice lady.”
I looked down into his crotch. It had puffed up more. My mouth grew dry… I gulped. I couldn’t remember if I’d taken my pill. And I didn’t have a sponge.
Yet, I wanted Brawny’s cock somewhere.
He settled the question about where by grabbing my hand between his paw and laying it on his crotch.
My fingers went to work as if by instinct. I squeezed the lump under his cutoffs. It felt thick but kind of limp. I leaned my head on one of his biceps and began to really play with his prick.
“You can feel it better if you push your hands down my waistband.”
Like a sleepwalker, my body obeyed. I crawled up over the expanding lump to his beltless waist. My other hand began to stroke his chest. Such a lovely chest. I felt the muscles tense under his athletic shirt. I could see the two little pokes of his tit nubs and the shadow of chest hair.
My other hand, meanwhile, wedged itself into the narrow space between his stomach and waistband. I saw a hint of bright red as he lifted his arms over his, shoulders and stretched like a tiger. My hand drifted down the muscles and hit a gnarled hairy patch almost instantly. I could smell his cock now even before I touched it. “Are you wearing red underwear? “Yes, mam and you can see it too if you want.”
I left his chest and found the button on the top of his cutoffs and popped it.
He sucked his stomach in even more and lifted his ass off the chair. The flap parted as a pulled the zipper down. And there it was, a fat tube pushing out his ridiculously tiny bikini shorts.
I stroked the rod a couple of times. Not huge, but sturdy like he was.
He whispered the next thing. “You can eve suck it if you want to.”
My fingers paused on his cum tube and my thumb rotated up to the tip. I moved in lazy circles around and around. His stomach bounced a couple of times. I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed; a slight smile crossed his features. Brawny’s lips opened… a sigh came out so I stroked some more.
He lifted his hips and pushed his cutoffs down to his high tops. The boy’s skin fairly glowed. Brawny’s face was flushed. I would have thought all the blood would have been concentrated in his prick by now which was certainly hard enough. I stroked the bulge from ball softness to rigid crown.
“Take it out.” He whispered.
Again his hips came up to help me out. I pulled and there it was… lovely cock. The kind a girl loves to suck. Not too fat, not too thin. Just right.
Suddenly my mouth was flooded with juices. I wondered if his cum was a thick as the chowder or even lumpy. Then. I bent my head to find out. His male odor practically set my head to whirling but my lips patted and my tongue poked out, dripping wet. I slapped it against his cockhead, licking between the soft arches to the hole in the tip where his stuff would squirt out if I did my job right.
He sighed. I closed my lips around his cockhead while his bands began to stroke my back from my bra straps to my neckline. Then they went to my pearl button earrings, sending shivers into my pussy.
I lapped, at the shaft shamelessly, enjoying the taste and texture. Such soft skin over the rod and concealing an iron backbone underneath.
“Can we fuck?” He asked. Again the little boy longing for a treat.
“I’d didn’t take my pills this morning and I’d…”
“I got a condom.” He leaned down to his cutoffs and fished in the pocket, producing the familiar packet which handed to me. “Really get me wet and slip it on.”
The getting him wet part was the most fun… though watching the rubber roll down his stalk and expand to cover his dick was a thrill too.
He was kissing my neck as I rolled the thing on him. I watched the frosty glow turn to pink, wet dick underneath.
While I stroked his balls, he undid the black patent leather belt around my waist and then the black buttons that went up the front of the dress. My body became more and more obvious to him as he unbuttoned. I could see his cock jumping in anticipation. I gathered it between my fingers and jerked on it.
He had my panties down and was fingering my cunt before I even knew what happened. We slid to the floor, pushing the chairs out of the way. I lay on my back, spread my legs and waited for Brawny to penetrate me.
First his spit into his hand and coated the rubber. It seemed to bulge obscenely with the thickness of his dick. I tried to relax my pussy.
Then he was kneeling between my legs, pushing them up as he aimed his beautiful prick for my cuntlips.
The spitty tip pushed through the petals and against the inner opening… then into that. I tightened my cunt around him and felt the head probing my insides.
I practically screamed with the intensity of the feelings. I couldn’t help it, I began to contract around him. Just the thought of having him fuck me had pulled my trigger.
He didn’t seem to notice… probably too intent on getting his rocks off.
Brawny shoved forward until we were ground together.
We were a natural couple I think. We moved as if we had always fucked. My body accommodated to him easily My cunt massaged his cock everywhere it touched.
He plowed on and on, building me to a second peak. Again I whispered as I came.
He didn’t notice. A look of intense concentration crossed his brow… one of serious intent. I could feel his balls moving between my legs but most of all the masculine power his prick as it probed my insides, stirring them as they’d never been stirred before.
His face tensed. His lips barely moved, “Here it cums.”
I knew that before he did, because his prick seemed to grow bigger and harder during the last few strokes.
I came off again as he flooded the condom with his juices.
Finally he lay back, sprawled the other direction. I sat up, looking at the foam filled end of the of the rubber. “May I?”
His gesture was weak but positive. I stripped off the rubber and sucked it dry, then licked his cock until it was clean.
Then I lay back down to close my eyes. My legs jumped when his tongue touched my cunt lips as he cleaned me out.
We even got to work on the lines later on. I vowed never to forget to take my pill again.