After the sun had gone down, Mike simply couldn't get it up any more. He said, tiredly, "Laurie, you finally wore me out."
"As long as I didn't wear you down!"
"No," he said looking at his exhausted prick. "I don't think it's worn off any.
It's just tired. And so am I."
"That's okay, Mike. You were great! And I loved it when we screwed on top of the tower." His eyes drifted up to the top of a metal tower constructed by some science students. They had various meteorological experiments on the very top.
A small platform halfway up had provided all the space she and Mike needed to ball though.
It had been as kinky in its way as fucking with her hanging over the ledge and looking straight down at the ground.
"I've got to get to the pep rally. Big game tonight, you know."
"I don't keep up with such things."
"I know," Laurie said. "You have other things to keep up." She bent and kissed his sleeping prick. She looked into his eyes then and said, "This is the big school rivalry. The school out on Eight Mile Hill has beaten as the past three years."
"Think Eight Miles High will do it again?"
"Yeah. But there's no reason not to go to the game," she said brightly. Then she found her panties, wiggled into them and was gone.
The man was left bewildered. He didn't know where she got her energy. They had screwed four or five times. He couldn't remember. Each time bad been just as good or better than the time before. His poor prick was worn to a nubbin. He wouldn't be able to get it up for a month.
But just thinking about his sexy student sent a thrill of sensation into his loins. He might be able to get his boner back sooner than he'd thought. Laurie was just too much!
The girl was already down on the ground floor and racing toward the gym. She'd promised Sid she'd meet him-and with a special plan just for the two of them.
The idea for one of the kinkiest, most perverted sex acts had come to her during math class. She had been thinking about Sid's eight-inch prick and how nice it felt. It didn't matter if she held it in her hand, took it in her mouth or let him fuck her up the cunt. All felt great.
Why not somewhere else?
She vowed to find out.
The gym was already filled and the cheerleaders were screaming at the top of their lungs. She couldn't have cared less about them. It was Sid she wanted to find. Sid and his cock.
Her sexual antics with Mike had fanned her passions to a raging fire in her cunt. She needed sex and lots of it. No matter how bizarre or kinky, she needed sex. Sid was her answer.
The girl could hardly believe her good luck in finding a stud like him. Jack had been such a drag. He never did anything except fuck with the lights out, missionary position, in a cheap motel, and then he wasn't very good. Sid was hung like a stallion and had a keen, inventive mind to go with the equipment.
She saw him in the top row of bleachers. Wending her way through the crowd, unmindful of the male stares up her short skirt, she quickly dropped onto the hardwood bench in front of her boyfriend.
"I didn't think you were going to make it," he said. ' "I wouldn't leave you high and dry. You are, aren't you? Hard?"
Turning, she could look directly between his legs. His jeans had a huge lump in them.
"Now is that for me or one of those sluts?" she asked, pointing at the cheerleaders wildly leaping into the air, their tits bouncing around.
"Does it matter?"
"Nope. And for being such a good boy, long and hard and all that, I have a surprise for you."
She watched his nostrils flare a little. He didn't know what she had in mind, but it would be different. The uncertainty in him made her cunt begin to water-that and actually knowing what they were going to do.
Laurie fumbled in her purse and came out with a small jar of petroleum jelly.
She passed it back to Sid and whispered, "Smear this all over your cock. You'll be needing it where you're going."
"Where am I going? And in public. Christ, Laurie, there's three thousand kids around us!"
"Yeah," she said, smiling wickedly. "I know."
She stripped off her coat and dropped it down at her feet. The sleeveless blouse she had on was perfect for what she had in mind. Not knowing or caring if this had ever been done before, she reached back and took a blob of the lubricant from the jar and began smearing it under her arm.
"Now look, kid, if you think!"
"Yeah, Sid, I think you will. You're going to fuck my armpit. And you're going to do it with all these people around. Just be cool about it and nobody but us will ever know-or care!"
"Shit," he muttered.
The cheers were getting more frantic and the students were leaping to their feet more and more now. This was what the girl had been waiting for.
"Press up close to me, Sid. Real close!"
She lifted her arm in invitation to his cock. He was slow in responding. She could almost hear him arguing with himself. Should he do this or not? It was silly. And they could both get kicked out of school if any of the teachers saw them.
But what the hell? Life was meant to be lived. And living certainly meant sex.
And sex got dull unless there was variety.
His groin pressed close to her shoulder and she felt a warm cylinder of prick resting firmly under her arm. She pulled her arm in and trapped his prick. It was so long, the purpled head stuck out just a little in front of her body.
She carefully reached for her purse and pulled out a handkerchief. Holding it with her left hand, she could hide where his prick protruded into plain view of everyone around them.
The cheering was still going on. She started jumping up and down a little to give him the idea of what she wanted him to do. His prick slipped back and forth in the well-greased armpit. She felt a shiver of delight surge through her at the thought of how outrageous this was.
And how they might be caught at any second.
To have three thousand spectators-and not a one knew what was really going on!
That turned the girl on, made her wet in the crotch, excited her more than Jack had ever done.
The teenaged stud started rocking back and forth. He felt her arm gripping down on his cockshaft. It wasn't much different from running his prick back and forth between her asscheeks. He wasn't really going into a manhole but he was getting a hell of a lot of stimulation from it.
It was like getting a hand job without a hand.
No one noticed when he began breathing heavily. And everyone in the gym was jumping and shouting and cheering. He was only one of many.
But only he was fucking his girlfriend's armpit.
He could feel the prickly hairs where she hadn't quite shaved away all her underarm hair. It bristled and tickled and stimulated. He moved his hips faster. Each thrust carried him through the artificial love channel and out the other side. He could feel the warmth of her flesh giving way to the cool air of the gym as he left her armpit.
The head of his cock felt like it would explode at any second. Excited blood pounded hard into it. He rested his hands on her shoulders to steady himself.
He needed it. His legs were feeling weak, watery. The reaction was more than he'd counted on.
"God, I never thought anything this silly would be so great!" he whispered into her ear.
She looked back up at him and said, "I do come up with good ideas at times, don't I?"
"And I always get it up for your ideas, remember!"
"How can I forget, lover? Especially when I've got your prick trapped under my arm?"
He slipped back and forth even faster. The warmth mounted along the length of his prick. Fucking her armpit had a name. His feverish brain struggled to remember it. Axillarism. That was it. But no matter what it was called, he was getting a large charge out of it.
When she reached out with the hanky and began tweaking the very tip of his prick, he almost came. His bails had hardened into a tight little sphere dangling under his length. Her fingers all over the end of his cock pushed him close to eruption.
He fought back the fiery-white tide of his jism. He wanted to get more out of this. It was so different, he wanted to savor every second. He couldn't see much of his girlfriend. Just the top of her head, the warm curve of her arm encircling his prick.
Looking down at the cheerleaders gave him the visual stimulation he so craved.
He loved getting off looking at the chick he was fucking. Or, if he couldn't, sexy pictures were nice. Having the pretty cheerleaders bouncing around was the trigger he needed for his lust.
The slow burning along his cock stopped as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He wanted this to be really something special. When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his control.
The cheerleaders were strutting around, kicking high into the air. To get into their pants! He could feel what it would be like having their tight, hot cunts grasping at his prick.
His hips worked faster back and forth. His prick slipped in and out of the girl's armpit. She was clamping down hard, then relaxing, just like a real cunt would do if he'd been fucking normally.
The tits on the cheerleaders made his mouth water. They looked, so big, so tasty. Sure, they were covered with heavy sweaters, but he could tell they wore nothing underneath.
No boobs could be swaying like those were if they were in a bra. He loved it.
He wasn't much of a lit man but lie could appreciate it. He really got off ogling the chicks' legs. And there were a hell of a lot of legs to look at.
His cock felt like a red-hot poker now. He fucked faster. He was having a hard time controlling himself. Before he'd let the girl talk him into this, he thought it was ridiculous. No one could get off on armpit fucking.
He was.
He clutched hard at her shoulders for support. He could barely stand straight now. His balls lurched in their tight little prison. He knew he was going to cum.
"I… I can't hold it back! I'm cuming! Ungh!"
He arched his back and shoved hard into the girl's shoulder. His prick was slithering through her armpit and the plum-tipped head came out the other side.
It spewed out a mighty gob of jism.
The handkerchief caught it and kept it from arcing out and into the crowd of students below.
Spurt after powerful spurt burst from his balls. The seething tide of his cum was soon spent. His cock still under Laurie's armpit, he felt himself slowly deflating.
"That was too much!" he whispered hotly into her ear.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet!" she exclaimed.
The handkerchief she'd used' to catch his jism was soaking with his ejaculate.
She began chewing on one edge of the hanky. When she got to the center, where the huge gobbets of cum were, she sighed contentedly.
He watched her as she literally devoured his manseed. Her tongue licked it clean from the cloth. Sid sat in fascinated silence as Laurie's tongue worked avidly along the edge of the hanky, then crisscrossed the material until she'd snared every tiny bit of his cum.
She was smiling like the cat who'd eaten the canary when she finished.
"Like your meal?" he asked.
"The best ever! But it was only an appetizer. I'll be expecting the main course later. At the game."
Sid smiled. This was one hell of an over-sexed bitch. She couldn't get enough.
And the be public. He knew she hadn't lovemaking had to come here without getting laid a couple times. He wasn't jealous; he just wondered who the stud was servicing her. He'd have to be a hell of a cocksman to satisfy her sexual hunger.
"You're on. I'll give you all you can handle at the football game. Once for every touchdown the team makes."
"NO! The team's lousy. They may never score. I want to!"
He stroked over her raven-wing colored hair as he said, "You'll score, don't worry. We'll both score and maybe even enjoy a few point afters. Now hand me that handkerchief of yours."
"Why?"
"Shut up and do it!"
He took it from her hand and began wiping away the greasy petroleum jelly from her armpit. In a few minutes, he'd completely wiped it free of, the slimy stuff.
"There. Now you don't have to worry about VD of the armpit or anything like that."
"I'd better not!"
"Okay. I'll give you, something else to worry over. How many times am I going to stuff my prick up your cunt tonight? At the game. With everyone watching?"
That'd hold her-until the game.