Chapter 1
Tricia woke up naked, in a strange bed. She lay there for several seconds, blinking at the ceiling, wondering where she was. Then she became aware of a large, hairy male body next to her. And everything came back to her slowly, like some weird dream, or almost everything. She'd had quite a bit to drink, she remembered, and she couldn't recall all the details.
There had been a get-acquainted party for all the new teachers. It had been at Mr. Fletcher's house, and since he was the vice-principal and had organized the whole thing, she couldn't refuse. Tricia hated parties because she was so shy, and would have gotten out of this one if she could. But it wasn't possible. She'd shown up all alone, feeling miserable.
After a couple of quick drinks, though, she hadn't minded all the small talk. She'd chatted with Mr. Fletcher and his homely and extremely boring wife, and later she'd gotten to know a few of the other new teachers. During the first week of school Tricia had barely had time to say hello to anyone, and this was the first opportunity she'd had to talk to Al Banks or Clay Rogers, the two teachers closest her own age.
Another young teacher, but one who had been at the school several years already, attracted her attention early on. He moved through the knots of people easily, joking with the men and teasing all the women. But he ignored her completely, as if young and pretty teachers were beneath his consideration. It wasn't until the party was almost over, and Tricia had drunk one cocktail too many, that he approached her.
She forgot the details of their conversation.
It wasn't very interesting or memorable. But she did remember the way his green eyes had stared at her, and the way he'd smiled at her strangely, as if he were secretly sneering at her. She remembered how good looking he was, and how broad and solid in the shoulders. She remembered him offering to drive her home.
Then things were a little hazy. He'd asked her up to his apartment, she recalled, and she had at first refused. But then she was feeling pretty good, and though she didn't particularly like this guy, she was curious about him, in spite of herself. She'd let herself be led up to his place, and from there things had progressed rapidly.
They were on the couch, she remembered, when she first felt his hand on her dress. He squeezed her tit, and pulled it from her bra, then began sucking her nipples as if his life depended on it. Then his hand was between her legs and inside her panties, and hose. He'd shoved his fingers up her pussy.
She'd resisted all this, of course, as nice young girls were supposed to do, at least with men they had only met the hour before. But all the time she was feeling wonderful, she remembered. All the long lonely final year in teachers' college faded away as she gave in to the warm hands and mouth of the eager young man. After several minutes, all she'd wanted to do was fuck, and she didn't care that she barely knew him.
And so fuck, they did, every which way, barely undressing the first time but just pulling clothes aside to free tit and cunt and cock. They'd done it on the couch, with Tricia on her back and he on top. They'd done it against the couch, with him fucking her from behind as she knelt on the carpet. They'd even done it on the floor, with him on his back and she on top.
And at last they'd managed to make it to his bedroom, where they'd stripped each other slowly before beginning to fuck all over again. She'd come again and again. She lost track of how many times he'd pushed her over the edge. And he'd come several times as well. Even now, the morning after, she could feel the dried jism caking her belly, her thighs, her pubic hair.
And she could feel something else. Her pussy was growing wet. All this thinking about last night was making her cunt cream all over again. She flushed deeply and glanced over at the sleeping form beside her. She felt shy and self-conscious all of a sudden. She wanted to wake him, to have him fuck her again and again. Then she blushed again as she realized that she couldn't even remember his name:
Tricia twisted onto her side and she stared at him, all kinds of thoughts racing through her head. He lay on his back, with the sheet just covering his belly. She noticed how hairy his chest was and how beautiful his muscles were. He had one of those broad, even-featured faces that she always admired in the ads in magazines. His dark mustache curled down over the corners of his mouth.
He was sleeping peacefully and she really hesitated to wake him. Instead, a lewd thought entered her head and she smiled to herself. She took the bed sheet between her fingers and very gently pulled it down off his belly and farther. His cock and balls had formed a huge uneven tent of the sheet, but now they slowly came into view.
First his cock, which even in its soft state lay a good five inches across his pubic hair and lower belly. It was tilted to one side, like a hunk of pink pipe. His foreskin was drawn all the way up over his cockhead into a frayed little pucker. Inside this, she could see the darker shape of his prickhead, and the sharp piss-slit at its tip.
Glancing at his face to make sure he was still asleep, Tricia wriggled down the bed and curled herself into a ball just to the side of his muscled thigh. She dipped her head forward and began to study his thick cock, taking in its every vein and bump. It was so rare that a woman got to see a cock relaxed and soft like this, she realized. Usually, pricks were hard and red and angry, and they were shoved inside the girl so fast that she never got to appreciate them in any other way.
She stared at the beautiful, curved shape of his cock, at the thickness of the base where it disappeared into his crotch hair, at the tiny goose-bumps that dotted his prickshaft. She noticed a jagged seam that ran all the way down its underside, from the crown to the balls. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge balls.
They were nestled in the crook of his thighs inside their hairy pouch, and as she looked she swore she could see them moving, shifting slightly like eggs in a sac as he breathed in and out. She studied the tiny veins in his lax ball-sac and then sure enough, his huge balls parted and rolled, and the weird wrinkled skin shifted on top of them.
Tricia took a deep breath. The slimy wetness had increased between her legs. Her nipples, incredibly long to start with, had started telescoping out. They were over half an inch long now, and they scraped against the sheet like bullets. She suddenly remembered how last night he had sucked her hard horny tit stubs until they were nearly a full inch long.
She eased her hands over his thighs and lay against him softly, her chin supported on her wrists. Her lovely face was inches from the nestled mound of his cock and balls. She sighed deeply and stared at his cock some more, noticing for the first time a thick and pulsing blue vein that ran up the entire length of one side. She saw how the skin widened at his cock tip, where it covered his enormous cockhead.
Her mouth had begun to water. She realized, suddenly, how much she wanted to suck him off. She'd wanted to last night, but there hadn't been time. They'd both been to excited to do anything but fuck. She'd needed a huge cock fucking in and out of her cunt and he'd wanted nothing more than to oblige her.
But now this was so different. She wanted to be fucked, sure, but they'd have plenty of time for that later. Right now she wanted to do something completely unselfish, in return for the fantastic fucking he'd given her last night. He'd been like a machine, fucking his cock in and out of her without let-up. He'd made her come again and again. Now she wanted to do something for him.
Besides, the contrast in his cock now and last night fascinated her. Last night his prick had been almost a full foot of angry red meat, cramming her full. Now it was five inches of soft and friendly prick. And here was a big chance to prove what she would do as a woman. If she could make his prick hard, raise his cock back up to its foot-long dimensions, milk the hot jism from his balls, then she would feel satisfied. She'd have paid him back and done a fine morning's work in the bargain.
She inched her pretty young face closer, her big blue eyes almost crossing as she stared first at his sleeping cock, then at his gently throbbing balls. Her head was right between his thighs now, her fingers planted gently in his crotch hair. She licked her lips once, twice, and made them shine wetly. Her face tilted down, and her tongue stuck prettily from the oval of her mouth.
She touched one of his balls with her tongue, watched the globe shift and roll in its sac. His ball skin felt so dry, so warm. His other ball moved slightly in response, nudging its partner to one side. Tricia licked his ball-sac slowly, first on one side and then on the other. The shift and roll of his big balls amazed her.
And she began to chase them from side to side with her tongue, poking them and teasing them, making them bob and twitch and shift. Her full lips pursed and kissed his ball-sac softly. She nipped the tiny ball hairs and watched his dry skin stretch and tug as she did so. She supported one ball with her tongue and weighed it, then the other. As if she were testing the weights of hunks of candy.
One ball settled against his thigh and suddenly her lips were widening, folding over it, scooping his ball into her mouth. His cum-bulb sat on her tongue, throbbing, and she sucked on it, pulling his ball skin taut. She bathed his ball with spit and tickled it with her tongue. His cum-bulb bobbed around in her mouth like a pinball.
And then she spit it out and went after his other ball, cornering this one, too, and sucking it into her warm wet mouth. The freed ball joggled to one side, glistening brightly with her saliva. Tiny beads of spit hung off his ball hairs. The sucking sounds grew louder as she played his captured ball about in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, her voice heavy with lust. She could feel the wetness increase between her legs. One of her horny nipples scraped against his muscled thigh.
And this time when she backed off his steaming ball she took a deep breath, paused, then plunged her mouth back down onto both his balls at the same time. His whole ball-sac was squished into the crook of his thighs, and her lips closed slowly over the huge squirming mound. Her cheeks swelled out obscenely. Her nostrils flared.
For some reason, she happened to glance up at his face just then, and she was surprised and a little embarrassed to find him awake and watching her closely. He had propped himself up on both elbows and was staring down his hairy belly at her. To give her more room to work on his balls, he obligingly spread his legs wide on the bed.
"Good morning. I see you started breakfast without me," he quipped. He rammed both pillows in back of him and webbed his fingers behind his head. There was a tight and sarcastic smile on his lips as he gazed down at her.
Tricia didn't know what to say. And since she had a mouthful of ball meat, she decided to say nothing at all. She flushed slightly, but that was all. She continued to suck both his balls as best she could. And she stared right back at him over the still-sleeping log of his cock. Her eyes were very big and very blue.
"I must say I approve of your way of waking a guy up," he teased. "It sure as hell beats an alarm clock." He settled back against the pillows as if he was preparing for a long pleasant morning. His balls were clamped tight in her sucking mouth.
He sure was a cool one, Tricia thought, bouncing his cum-bulbs back and forth in her mouth. He wakes up to find a lovely girl eating his balls and he makes little jokes. Most guys would be driven out of their minds. They would be amazed at her daring, her sexiness for doing something so erotic. He merely smiled at her sleepily, as if he was used to such things.
But then something happened. While she was staring up past his soft cock, a movement caught her attention. His prick had twitched. It had trembled. And now, as she watched his cock in close-up, it flexed again and rolled over, coming to rest on the other side of his belly. His prick shaft settled there quietly for a second, then lifted, ever so slightly, off his belly.
Tricia couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Her cheeks swelled out weirdly with the bulk of his sizzling balls while her eyes stayed riveted to his trembling log of prick. It was working. Her ball sucking was working. She hadn't even touched his cock and it was rising, lifting off his belly. She was making his prick harden just with her mouth on his balls.
Two great ugly blue veins began to pulse in the side of his cock. They stood out higher and higher on his prick's surface. And his cock rolled again, this time back in the direction it had come. His great heavy cockhead and three inches of prickshaft had cleared his belly now and hung suspended while the rest of his cock-shaft thickened and turned a deeper shade of red.
His whole cock was growing longer, expanding, pulsing up in a steady rhythm. Four, five inches cleared his belly and hung there. His prick was telescoping, shoving itself farther and farther out. The veins were pulsing more thickly, forming into wriggling blue ridges up his cock's side. She could stare into his face now along his cock shaft, like along the barrel of a gun.
But she had to see more. She wanted to watch every stage of this crazy change. She spat out his balls and squirmed higher between his legs, her face inches from the swelling prick.