Saying Hello to Bud's Cock

"Oh please! I'd like that." She tilted her hips, trying to push her clit against my palm, but I moved my hand with her and pulled her lips open wider. Her clit rose up between my fingers, looking for something to rub it.

"You're making me wet again," she said.

"Yes, I am. And I want you to stay wet. I want you to stay sopping wet for me. I want you to think about what I did to Neeka last night right after you got here, because I am going to do the same thing to you later. Don't let Mrs. Reynolds put you in anything that covers your pussy. I will be inspecting you, so you be ready."

"Oh my! Oh, I can't stand it! Please, don't leave me like this! Let me cum!"

"No cumming until I say so. I want your clit as hard as a diamond when I'm ready to suck it. Now go brush your teeth and run along down to Mrs. Reynolds room. It's the third door on the left as you leave the stairs."

"Yes, ma'am." She hopped off the bed and went back into the bathroom. I watched her butt-cheeks clench as she tried to stimulate her clit without touching herself. I smiled and wondered how many times and how many ways she would find to make herself cum in the next few hours.

When Sara left my room, she was carrying the football jersey instead of wearing it. Her nipples were standing up stiffly on her breasts. She clearly intended to make sure that everyone saw how turned on she was and how proud she was of the fact.

I went to my closet and picked out the tie-front blouse and the shorts with the zipper permanently open down to my now-hairless slit. I knew I could not compete with Bambi for elegant and sexy, so I decided to go for the farm-girl look. I wished I had a stalk of hay to stick in my hair.

I started to go down to join the crowd, but I thought I would check Bud and Jim's rooms on the way to see if they were upstairs or down. I didn't imagine that they would have much interest in the 'dress-up' session going on, except perhaps to judge the winner. I peeked into Jim's room because it was closest. Jim was lying on the bed, asleep. Apparently he had not got much rest the night before and had gone back to bed after breakfast. I pulled his covers over him and tiptoed back out of the room.

When I looked in on Bud, he was asleep as well. I stood watching him for a while, listening to him snore softly. He looked so cute when he was asleep. I started to pull his covers up as well, when I noticed that his cock was hanging out of his shorts and he had a very nice erection. Feeling quite naughty, I knelt down next to the bed and took a close look at his big cock while he slept. It looked like it was as hard as it could get. It had a broad purplish-red head that flared out from a thick blue-veined shaft. The shaft was thicker toward the end than at the root, which I thought might be unusual, but since I hadn't had a chance to examine very many cocks close-up, I had no way to be sure.

The urge to climb into bed with Bud and let him put that huge thing into me was turning into an irresistible compulsion. My pussy was talking to me again, begging me to fill it with something warm and hard. We were in complete agreement on that idea, so it was very difficult to resist, but I managed. I told myself there would be time enough later on.

I leaned over so close to it, I could smell it's slightly musty odor. I expected it to be offensive, but it wasn't an unpleasant smell at all. It smelled very animal, sort of like Brute. Before I knew it, I was so close to his cock that my lips were almost touching it. "Well," I thought to myself, "as long as I'm this close, I might as well say 'hello'." I kissed Bud's cock very lightly, just under the head. To my surprise, it twitched and almost slapped my face.

I took a look at Bud to make sure he was still asleep. His snoring was constant and I could see his eyes moving under his lids, meaning he was dreaming. I thought I would see if I could give him something to dream about. I softly kissed his cock again, and brushed my lips up and down the shaft. This caused another twitch and his cock got even harder, lifting itself away from his body. It looked like it was just sitting up and begging to be sucked. I looked at the opening in the tip; it had tiny little lips that seemed to be saying, "Suck me." I couldn't stand it any longer. I carefully put my mouth over the head. Spit welled up in my mouth at the taste of a cock. The flavor was heavenly. I sucked as carefully as I could, so Bud would not wake up.

Before I could react, Bud bucked his hips. The sudden movement forced his cock deeper into my mouth, stretching my jaws apart and almost plugging my throat. I was in the same situation Sara had been in when she had tried to deep-throat Bid. His cock was almost choking me.

I froze as I tried to think what to do. I made myself calm down. My gag reflex was being teased, but I wasn't in real distress. I could still breathe through my nose. My mouth flooded with spit and I swallowed to clear it. As I did, I felt Bud's cock slip further toward the back of my throat until it was touching. I concentrated on relaxing, and to my surprise, my gag reflex faded. With it, my feeling of distress went away as well. I took a couple of deep breaths and held the last one. I swallowed as hard as I could and pushed my mouth down on the huge cock. It slipped easily down my throat until my nose was buried in Bud's pubic hair.