Carl at Uni Ch. 03: Preyed On

Kevin clambered back onto the table, his hands at one end where they had been, and with a knee on either side of Susan's body so that his penis was at throat level. When she lifted her head, he could feel her breath on it, which made it twitch. Then he felt her hand grip the shaft again and start to stroke up and down.

With Kevin's hard penis in her hand, the feeling of his hairy balls on her wrist, Susan could hardly believe her eyes as she gazed at the head of this beautiful penis just inches from her face. As she squeezed and stroked it, drops of precum appeared at the little slit and drooled down onto her hand. She leant forward to lick them off. And with Kevin's penis right there, allowed herself a lick of the tip.

By this time, Kevin was basically fucking her hand, grinding his penis into it and towards her mouth... and so she had another lick. Then a longer lick. The taste of him was almost metallic. Sweet and yet musky. Then she let his penis go right into her mouth. Kevin groaned and she could feel his muscular thighs tense against her body as his knees came off the desk and he angled his cock right into her mouth. And she left it in her mouth, her hand still on the shaft, and he started to pump, gently, past those big ugly teeth into the warmth of her mouth. The feeling for Kevin was incredible and, even though he was trying to be gentle, it was difficult for him not to fuck this eager mouth hard.

For Susan, there was something scary about this, the fact that this big man was on top of her, his penis entirely in her mouth but she decided to give in to the intensity of it and just held his shaft as he slid in and out of her with strokes that were increasingly fast and increasingly deep until... she felt his whole body tense and he pulled back. She realised that he was about to cum so she carried on stroking and held the head of his penis a couple of inches from her open mouth. Then she felt it, the first warm lash of his sperm on her mouth and tongue. Then the second. Then the third. She could feel the warm sperm on her face, on her neck. She could taste it - the flavour, part bitter, part sweet -- filled her mouth.

As the spurt diminished to just a dribble, she took the head of Kevin's penis back in her mouth and sucked it, pushing the tip of her tongue into the slit to catch any last drops he had for her. He writhed on top of her, her tongue causing his nerve endings to scream. She could feel his sweat dripping on her, could smell it, could smell his balls. Then he got back onto his knees and she gave him a double tap on the thigh to indicate that he could get off now, which he did.

Climbing up from the desk, Kevin, who was again standing with his hands behind his back, his penis deflating, still dripping sperm, noticed she had his semen on her face, in her hair... but she was smiling, almost shyly. 'That was... nice,' she said, feeling a bit coy with him, now that she'd had his penis and his sperm in her mouth.

'Yes, Miss,' said Kevin, politely. 'Very nice. Thank you.'

'You're welcome,' she said, regaining her bravura a little. 'And now you can go to your lecture.'