Schooldaze — Part 2

Schooldaze — Part 2

It was the first day of college orientation, and I wandered
around the dorms more than just a little confused looking
for my room when I heard a familiar voice shout, "Hey,
Martin!"

It was Henry. It was because of Henry that I'd gotten into
this school - a school well-known for it's technology
programs but better known for its football program. Well,
Henry and Ms. Callahan; they had both written extremely
persuasive letters of recommendation to the school's
admissions office.

"Our room's up here, buddy," he said.

"Our room?" I said as I looked at him quizzically.

"Yeah, our room," he answered. "I mean, how lucky could we
get? It turns out that our Resident Advisor was also one of
Ms. Callahan's boys when he went to high school."

I pondered the possible implications.

"The room's awesome," he continued. "We have the only other
room on our floor with its own bathroom. It used to be the
Assistant RA's room, back when they had them here. C'mon.
Let me help you with your stuff."

We lugged my stuff upstairs. Henry had already put his
things away, and volunteered to help me with mine. I
politely declined. I had brought a few things with me that
I wasn't sure I wanted Henry to see. At least not right
away. He said he'd catch me later and hustled out the door.

We essentially had three small 'rooms,' if you could call
them that. Just inside the door were two small study
cubicles, each with its own chair. Past that was our
communal closet. Around the corner and you were in the
'bedroom.' Two twin beds were shoved against opposite
walls, making a narrow walkway between them that led to the
private bathroom that Henry had mentioned. Each bed had a
chest of drawers at its foot. It didn't look like there was
much room to improve the way the space was laid out.

I unpacked my belongings, mostly clothes, and put them
away. I was careful to hide my bras, panties, and other
lingerie under my more mundane boy-clothes. I had also
brought a few blouses and skirts, but those were kept
hidden on hangers underneath bulky sweaters.

I emptied my school supplies into the desk and then stashed
my dictionary and thesaurus in the top drawer. My high
heels went into the box that had previously held my school
supplies, and went on the back of the shelf above my half
of the closet. My breast forms, wig, makeup and vibrator
went in to the same box. I guessed I was as ready as I'd
ever be.

When Henry didn't return, I went to the auditorium for the
Dean's welcome and then went along on the freshman tour
afterwards. The tour dumped each of us off at our
respective dorms, where the RA's for each floor were
waiting to give us their orientation. We all went upstairs
to the common room on our floor and listened to Brendan,
our RA, for about 30 minutes. Then he made us go around the
room and introduce ourselves by room number and tell
everyone what our major was. It was then that I noticed
that Henry still wasn't there.

After all the introductions were made, Brendan asked for
questions. As the other freshmen fired questions about
parties and girls and drinking at Brendan, I studied him
closely as he gave the 'old school' answers.

He wasn't too tall, but he wasn't exactly short either. He
had an athletic build and an end of summer tan. He was
wearing a red sleeveless tee and gray athletic shorts. His
feet were covered by the white sneakers he wore, though he
didn't have on any socks. His sun-bleached blonde hair was
close-cropped, almost like a military haircut. The blue of
his eyes was piercing, especially contrasted against his
tanned face. A pair of Oakley's with a neon-green leash was
perched on the top of his head. I had trouble imagining him
wearing red panties for Ms. Callahan as she fucked him with
'the Terminator.'

As I thought about the Terminator, my mind drifted
aimlessly, reliving each and every thorough fucking I'd
received with it. It made my ass twitch just a little with
wanton remorse. I was sure going to miss that beautiful
black dildo.

"Okay then," Brendan said, jolting me from my reverie. "If
there are no more questions, then have a good night.
Remember, if you need anything; don't bother me after 9
p.m., that's when I study." He laughed. The rest of the
room laughed too, and then we all went our separate ways.

I went back to my room, thinking that I'd catch a quick nap
or do a little light reading before dinner time. I didn't
really know anybody here except for Henry, and I had no
desire to follow him around like a lost puppy for the next
few days before classes started.

When I rounded the corner in our room, I found Henry on his
bed facing the wall. Since he appeared to be sleeping, I
went into the bathroom and closed the door before switching
on the lights. I gasped when I looked around.

The medicine cabinet door was standing open. One side was
rather sloppily stuffed full of Henry's and my shaving
stuff. But the other side had all of Stacey's makeup and
other beauty needs neatly arranged on the shelves. Hanging
from the shower curtain rod on a hanger was a sexy baby
doll nightie.

It was sort of a pale aqua color and was made of shimmering
satin. The front had three bands of inverted V's made of
delicate ivory lace. It looked like a piece of vintage
lingerie from the 50's. I reached out to touch it, and the
spaghetti straps slid easily from the hanger. I caught it,
the cool satin enveloping my hands and arms. The hanger
swung gently back and forth, waving a pair of matching
thong panties as it did so. So much for it being vintage!

Just holding the soft material in my hands caused my dick
to stir in my pants. Gingerly, I hung the garment back up.
I looked over and on top of the toilet tank was a box that
I recognized, and on top of that was an envelope leaning
against the wall. A name was written on the outside of the
envelope in Henry's handwriting. It was addressed to
Stacey.

I put the toilet seat and lid down and sat down. My hands
trembled as I picked up the envelope. Only the bottom of
the flap was sealed, and I opened it, pulled out the
handwritten note inside, and began to read.

Stacey, this is just my way of letting you know that
I consider this room as much yours as mine and
Martin's. I know that we did a lot of things together
that last semester of high school that guys don't
normally like to talk about. I know it was a great
pleasure for me and the rest of the guys, and I like
to think that you enjoyed it too.

I want you to know that there are no expectations
here, just this open, honest offer. If you desire to
dress up in our room, I want you to feel comfortable
doing it. Just because you're dressed does not mean
that I expect any sort of sexual gratification from
you. Of course, if you ever get the urge, I'd also
like you to know that I'm ready for you any time!

Henry

P.S. I think that baby doll nightie would look better
on you than those sad, worn out gray cotton shorts
you always sleep in!

I was stunned. When I'd packed all of my things to come
here, I hadn't even considered who I would be rooming with.
And now I had an open offer to enjoy the freedom of being
Stacey as often as I liked. I wasn't in a position to look
in the mirror from where I sat, but I know my mouth must
have been standing wide open. The rest of my body, however,
wasn't quite so immobilized. I could feel the tightness of
my nipples, hard under my cotton tee shirt, and I had to
readjust my crotch to make room for my now hard cock.

I stood up and looked in the mirror. Then I glanced at my
watch. There were at least a few hours before the dining
hall opened. I decided that there was one sure way to thank
Henry for this special present. I slowly opened the door
and looked into the room. Henry hadn't moved. I quietly
opened one of my dresser drawers, grabbed a few things from
the bottom of the drawer, and then returned to the
bathroom. I silently locked the door.

I stood at the mirror and applied my makeup, as I had done
hundreds of times before. Next, I stripped out of my plain
boy-clothes, taking special care to not smudge my makeup
job as my shirt came off. I slipped the baby doll off of
its hanger and half-folded it on top of the toilet seat. I
pulled the satin panties from the hanger next. I slipped
them up my legs and then tucked myself back between my legs
as best I could.

I took the stay-up stockings I had brought from my dresser
and proceeded to pull them on. They were white with Cuban
heels and had a seam running up the back. I clipped my
bandeau-style white bra around my chest and then opened the
box on the toilet tank. From it I took out my breast forms
and fitted them into the bra. Now that I had the right
shape, I slipped into the baby doll.

I slowly pulled the cool satin up my legs and onto my
chest. I slipped my arms into the spaghetti straps one at a
time, and then adjusted them until the fit was perfect. I
looked at myself in the mirror, stepping back as far as I
could to see as much of me as possible. I twisted around,
making sure my seams were straight.

One more dip into the box on the toilet tank produced my
auburn shoulder-length wig. I didn't have the time to style
it properly, so I just shook it out as best I could and
gave it a quick finger-styling. I placed it on my head and
then appraised myself in the mirror one last time. I blew
myself a kiss and then took a deep breath to calm the
butterflies in my stomach. I opened the bathroom door and
stepped out into the room.

Henry was still lying with his face toward the wall. A
sudden thought struck me. Had I remembered to lock the
door? I tiptoed past Henry to check the door. A good thing
I did, too! It was most certainly unlocked. I turned the
deadbolt and then headed back to give Henry a pleasant
wake-up surprise.

His voice stopped me dead in my tracks. "I was right," he
said. "You do look better in that than you do in your ratty
old shorts." He was sitting up in his bed with his blanket
still up around his waist. "I want you to know that I meant
every word of that note. No pressure." He grinned. "But I
am glad you decided to let Stacey share our room," he
added.

I stepped up to the foot of his bed. "Mind if I sit down?"
I asked. I was using Stacey's voice. I knew it wasn't a
perfect femme voice, but I knew the more I practiced it,
the better it would get.

He patted the bed beside him. "Please do."

I sat down close to the foot of his bed. "The stockings are
a nice touch," he said. "Very sexy. I've always liked girls
in stockings."

"Thank you," I said. "For everything, I mean. This lingerie
is lovely and it really was very considerate of you to even
think about Stacey."

"No problem. And I really do mean what I said. No
expectations here."

"Henry," I said, "you need to know one thing. I think you
already suspect it on some level because of all the
'research' you did into my dressing before that fateful
night in the locker room. Dressing up for me has always
been a purely sexual thing. As you well know, I usually
dressed up and masturbated, sometimes using a vibrator on
myself, and sometimes not." I placed my hand on his shin.
He shifted around a little bit, but his eyes remained fixed
on mine.

"Until that night when you first met Stacey, I had never
even considered what it would be like to actually be with a
guy. I don't know about you, but I was nervous as hell.
Even though I must have sucked you off a hundred times that
last semester, I still remember what it felt like the first
time I touched your hard prick." I ran my hand up his leg
to just above his knee. "I still remember my first taste of
your pre-cum, the way your hot shaft felt on my tongue and
the way your throbbing cockhead felt when I first closed my
mouth on it." My hands traveled further up his inner thigh.

"I guess what I'm trying to say, Henry, is that before that
night, before you and the rest of the guys, before Ms.
Callahan and the Terminator; before all of that, I guess
there was some kind of void in my soul that hadn't been
filled. And all of my dressing and whacking off and
vibrators was just my way of searching to fill that unknown
space. I guess what I'm trying to say, Henry, is thank
you." My hand was near his crotch now and I had to slide a
little closer up the bed to stay in range. I locked my eyes
onto his.

"I've essentially had this forced upon me from that first
night, Henry, although I'll grant you that it didn't seem
to take much persuasion. From now on I want it to be
different. I want to do this because I WANT to do it. I
want to do this because YOU want me to do it." I took a
deep cleansing breath and then opened up my soul. "I want
to suck your cock, Henry." I moved my hand up and grabbed
his hard dick through the blanket and began to stroke it
gently. "I want to suck your cock because I've missed
having it in my mouth. I want to suck your cock because YOU
want to feel my lips wrapped around it once again."

Henry groaned. "God, yes," he said. "Suck my cock, Stacey.
Fuck my prick with your pretty little mouth. I want to feel
your lips and tongue on me again. Go ahead, Stacey, suck
me."

I pulled back the covers and gasped in surprise. Henry was
wearing a pair of flame-red satin panties. His beautiful
cock was tenting out the front of them. There was some
writing silk-screened across the front. I allowed myself a
giggle as I read it, "I'm Your Obsession." The i's were
even dotted with little pink hearts.

"They were sort of a going-away present from Callahan," he
said. "I guess I just got so used to wearing them for her -
wearing them when I was with you - that it seemed, somehow,
natural."

"I like them," I said. "Knowing that you wore them just for
me makes me want you even more."

I caressed his hardness through the satin, running my hands
up and down his length and tracing the outline of his bulge
with my fingertips. He moaned softly at my touch. I slowly
leaned forward, hooking my index fingers into the waistband
of his panties.

I pulled down and his cock sprang free from the stained
satin that had recently contained it. It wasn't free for
long, however. Before it had a chance to rebound my mouth
was on it. I immediately slurped as much of it into my
mouth as my position would allow.

Henry groaned as most of his cock disappeared between my
painted lips. It had been almost three months since I had
sucked any cock. After school let out there was never any
real reason for those of us under Ms. Callahan's thumb to
get together. Except that one time.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Henry said. "I'd almost forgotten what a
great cocksucker you are, Stacey." I slipped him out of my
mouth for a moment.

"Well, I know I'm a little out of practice. It's seems like
it was ages ago that I last had you in my mouth." I shifted
to a better position and went down on him once more. As my
head bobbed up and down in his lap, he recalled our last
meeting aloud.

"I remember the last time we were together. It was the
night of the Sports Banquet, two weeks after school let
out. You were wearing the school colors that night - a
short black leather skirt and a silky gold blouse. The rest
of us had to wear suits and ties. I remember how Callahan
told Coach that she'd make sure we were all presentable for
the senior photo. He had us meet her in the locker room an
hour before the dinner started."

"She strapped the Terminator to a toilet seat in the last
stall and made you hike up your skirt and sit down on it.
Then she had us get dressed in our suits. One by one, she
checked us over, made sure our ties were tied correctly,
made sure we had our panties on, and then sent us into your
stall." I slurped at his dick as he continued.

"There were only twelve of us seniors that night, and you
blew every last one of us. I remember that she told us we
weren't allowed to cum in your mouth that night; that we
had to shoot our loads all over your face. I went first,
and the other team's captains were right behind me. After I
blew my load I went and stood on the toilet in the next
stall." I moaned softly. All this talk of that night was
turning me on immensely. I took Henry's cock all the way
down my throat.

"Yes," he hissed with a sharp gasp. He bucked his hips a
little and placed his hands on the back of my bobbing head.
Then he continued.

"I stood up there and watched you with the other guys. You
looked so hot bouncing up and down and fucking yourself
with that dildo while blowing them. Just the sight of their
red panties, the black dildo, and all those messy globs of
white cum dripping from your chin and staining your gold
blouse were enough to get me hard again." I came up for a
quick breath of air and then went back to deep-throating
Henry. His hands stayed on my head, guiding my efforts.

"Callahan was so busy making sure everyone was cleaned up
afterwards that she didn't have time to notice that I went
back for seconds. When I stepped back in front of you, I
don't think you even realized it was me. You looked like
one of those women in those low-budget porno flicks. Your
makeup was all smeared and your face was covered with
spunk, some of which was drying into a white crust and the
rest of which was running down your face to drip off of
your chin." I pulled up from his cock, took a deep breath,
and went back down one more time. His re-telling of that
night was making me hotter and hotter and I wanted to taste
his cum badly.

"You just leaned forward and took me between your cum-
drenched lips. The whole scene was so hot, watching my cock
slide in and out of your messy face that I didn't last very
long. I pulled back and blasted another load..." I
interrupted his train of thought by suddenly coming up
until just his cock head was in my mouth. He moaned as I
licked it and suckled it.

"Oh, God, Stacey. Uh-huh. Mmmmmmmmmm. Yeah, just like that.
Uh-huh." He was on the edge now, and I knew what I wanted
was mere heartbeats away.

I gave him just a few more seconds of intense head-sucking
and then I plunged his entire length down my throat. He
raised his hips and moved them in time with my bobbing
head, fucking my face. Every time I was on the way up, I
came almost all of the way off of his cock, shoving it back
down my throat each time I went back down. Henry was going
nuts.

His hands were clutching the back of my head now and
grinding my nose into his pubic hair. I had to fight to
pull my head back up each time. He started moaning again,
and I knew that this time he was coming for sure.

He came up onto his knees, forcing me to slide off the bed
and onto my knees beside it. He had a good grip on the back
of my head, and now he was fucking my mouth fast. He shoved
his cock all the way into my throat and then pumped short
strokes before pulling back and going again. I did my best
to keep my balance and still move with his thrusts.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out. He buried his bone to the hilt and
pulled my face as close to him as it could go. "I'm coming,
I'm... ahhhhhh," was all he said before he exploded in my
mouth.

I felt the first big spurt deep in my throat. His hands
were locked in a death-grip on my head, but I pushed
against him. The second spurt hit the back of my throat. I
got his cock almost all of the way out of my mouth until I
was able to catch the rest of his load in my mouth. Henry
was still trying to hump my mouth and made little grunting
and groaning noises as he spent his all of his pent-up lust
between my lips.

I was moaning too, savoring the flavor of Henry's spunk
once again. I swallowed every drop and kept him in my mouth
as I felt him going limp. I sucked and sucked on his soft
tool until there was nothing left to get from it.

Henry dropped back onto the bed. His face was bright red,
almost as red as his panties, and was covered in a fine
sheen of perspiration.

"God, that was so fucking fantastic!" he said. I was
slumped on the floor next to his bed. "Thank you."

I smiled up at Henry. "I guess I can't really say the
pleasure was all mine," I said, "but it felt so good having
you in my mouth again and tasting you again that it feels
like it was." I stood up and started walking for the
bathroom.

"Where's the fire?" Henry asked.

"Oh, I just thought I'd get cleaned up and get ready for
dinner." I glanced over at my alarm clock on the dresser.
"The dining hall opens in about half-an-hour."

"I'll tell you what. If she'll stay for dinner, I'll go
pick up some pizza for me and Stacey." I turned around.

"Only if you're sure," I said. "I don't want you thinking
I'm a cheap date or anything." We both laughed.

"Nope, I'm positive. You just relax and I'll go get the
pie." Henry got up from the bed. He tucked his flaccid
member back inside his red panties and then threw on a pair
of shorts. He grabbed his car keys and headed out the door.
"T.T.F.N.," he said.

As the door clicked shut I sat down on the edge of my bed
and thought about what had just happened. The possibilities
of the coming school year kind of excited me. I went into
the bathroom to look at Stacey in the mirror. I decided
that before I went any further, I needed a pair of shoes
on.

I padded my way out to the closet and pulled down my box
from the shelf. Missing, of course, was all of the makeup
that Henry had so thoughtfully arranged for me in the
medicine cabinet. Also missing was the small box that had
held my wig and breast forms. Only five items remained:
three pairs of high-heeled shoes in patent red, white and
black, a tube of Astroglide, and my 'going-away' present
from Ms. Callahan--a white 8" realistic 'cock and balls'
dildo with a suction cup base.

I still remembered when she gave it to me. It was that same
night of the Sports Banquet. After the guys had all fucked
my mouth and blew their loads on my face, she hustled them
out the door so they wouldn't be late. She kept me after,
of course.

She opened the stall door. I looked up and was blinded by a
bright camera flash. "You look like such a whore tonight,
Miss DeBeers." She led me over to a bench by the lockers.
"Bend over here and suck on this." She pointed me to a
dildo stuck to the locker in front of me about waist-high.
Obediently, I did as I was told. Stacey always did what Ms.
Callahan told her to do.

When she came back, she was wearing the Terminator between
her legs. She applied some fresh lube to it and it slid
easily up my ass. She began with a few short strokes to get
her rhythm and adjust her feet. Then she fucked me for all
she was worth. The entire time she called me things like a
cock-sucking whore and her ass bitch.

"Tonight," she said, "might be our last night, but you'll
remember this one for the rest of your pathetic sissy
life."

She must have fucked me for nearly an hour. I had to suck
the other dildo all the while--giving me a dildo in both
ends. By the time it was over she had orgasmed at least
three times that I remembered. My mouth knew every intimate
detail of that other dildo.

"Okay, slut, I'm finished with your sissy cunt," she said.
She pulled the Terminator from my ass and walked around in
front of me. She pulled the other dildo from the locker and
walked back around behind me. "Here's a little something
for you to remember me by."

She shoved the smaller dildo into my ass. I was so wide
open from the fucking I'd received that I was surprised
that it didn't go in balls and all. She snapped my thong
panties in place behind it to hold it in. She walked in
front of me and presented the Terminator at my lips. She
didn't have to tell me what to do; I instinctively opened
my mouth and sucked it in.

Another camera flash blinded me. My tongue worked its way
up and down the shaft of her tool. She grabbed my head and
shoved hard, forcing it down my throat until it was balls-
deep in my mouth. Another flash. She pulled out and headed
for the door.

"You've been a good little sissy-slut, Miss DeBeers. You
can keep the dildo in your ass. Before long you'll be
itching for something to put in there. Have a good summer
and enjoy your stay at college." I heard the door close
behind her.

Actually, it was another door in the hallway outside my
room door that I had heard that snapped me out of my
reverie. I picked up my white pumps and was about to put
the box back when I thought better of it. I also grabbed
the dildo and the Astroglide. I had a feeling that I was
going to be using it a little later. Thanks to Ms. Callahan
I now associated sucking cock with getting fucked in the
ass; and sucking Henry off had made me horny as hell.

Henry showed up with the pizza less than 30 minutes later.
That had given me plenty of time to fix my makeup and put
on my pumps. It was kind of weird at first, just sitting
around in lingerie and chatting with Henry like I hadn't
just given him a blowjob.

We ate and talked. The more we talked the more relaxed I
started feeling. The conversation wasn't serious and the
subject of what had just occurred between us didn't even
come up once. But there was an unmistakable glint of lust
in his eyes as he watched me move about the room.

I was sure the sight of my stocking-clad legs in high heels
ending with thong panties just visible below the hem of the
satin baby doll was driving him nuts. Occasional stolen
glances revealed Henry surreptitiously rubbing the front of
his shorts when he thought I wasn't looking.

Henry made a quick trip to the bathroom, and while he was
out of the room, a plan began to form in my mind. I quickly
stashed my dildo under my pillow, and slipped the lube into
my bra behind the breast form. When Henry came out I made
for the bathroom myself to put the finishing touches on my
plan.

I checked my makeup one more time and applied a fresh coat
of lipstick. I made quick use of the facilities, and while
my panties were down, I applied a liberal amount of lube to
my ass. I dabbed off the excess from between my ass-cheeks,
pulled up my panties, and then went to put my plan into
action.

Henry was sitting on the edge of his bed when I walked out.
He must have been rubbing himself again, I thought, as he
tried to conceal the slight bulge in the front of his
shorts. I sat down right across from him.

"Henry," I said as I reached out to put a hand on his knee.
"I need you to understand something. I told you before;
dressing like this is a sexual thing for me. Don't be
afraid to ask for what you want. I won't be offended if you
ask me, as long as you promise not to be offended if I turn
you down, okay?" Henry nodded dumbly.

"So we have a deal then?" I asked. Henry nodded again.
"Okay, good. So tell me what's on your mind, Henry."

"I want, uh... I mean, would you like to... uh..." Henry
stammered. I had never seen him this flustered in all in
all the years I'd known him.

"Just say it, Henry. I want you to suck my cock. I need a
blowjob. How about some head? Take your pick, Henry." I
slid off of my bed and onto my knees between his legs. I
placed a hand on each of his knees and scooted a little
closer. "Say it, Henry. Tell Stacey what you want."

"I want you to suck my dick again," he said.

"I'd love to, Henry," I replied. I slid my hands up his
thighs to caress the growing bulge in the front of his
shorts. He moaned lightly. "Why don't you slip these off?"

He stood up and started to slide his shorts off along with
the panties he still wore. "Wait," I said, putting my hands
on his, "leave the panties on. I like them."

He smiled and stripped off his shorts. He was about to pull
the panties aside and free his now-hard cock, but I shoved
him backward forcing him to sit back down on his bed. "I'll
take it from here," I said.

I rubbed his hard cock through the satin panties, stroking
it and giving it the occasional squeeze. Henry leaned back
and spread his legs wider to give me some room. I nuzzled
at his balls through the panties and rubbed my cheek
against his rigid shaft. Just when I thought he was going
to scream from all the cock-teasing, I pulled the front of
his panties down and took his first four inches into my
mouth.

I slurped on it for a few minutes, and then I pulled the
panties down further and sucked more into my mouth. Henry
started moving his hips, gently fucking my oh-so-willing
mouth. I massaged his balls through the satin of the
panties bunched up near them. Henry's moans had long since
been drowned out by my own.

I pulled my mouth off of his cock and started licking the
shaft all the way up to the head, then back down again.
Henry was encouraging my efforts and was now leaning back
on just one hand. He moved the other one to the top of my
head. I slid him back in my mouth for a few more minutes
and then sat back on my heels.

His stiff cock was all shiny with my saliva and his pre-cum
was dripping from the tip. I leaned forward far enough to
lick the stream and suck the head into my mouth for just a
few seconds before I sat back again.

"Henry," I said, fixing him with my gaze, "Did you really
mean what you said about that night of the Sports Banquet?"

"Which part?" he asked.

"The part about how hot I looked fucking myself with the
Terminator."

"Oh yeah, I really meant it. I mean, I'd seen Callahan fuck
you with it a hundred times. But it was somehow different
that night when you were doing it yourself. It kind of
reminded me of that night I watched you through your
bedroom window on your back with your skirt hiked up
fucking yourself with one hand while beating off with the
other." His dick twitched and more pre-cum oozed out. I
leaned in again and caught it on my tongue.

"Come to think of it, that's exactly what turned me on
about it."

"Good," I said. "As much as I've come to like sucking cock,
Henry, it really feels right if I've got my ass filled as
well." I reached under my pillow and pulled the dildo out
from under it. "Callahan gave me a going-away present too."

"I saw it in the box with your shoes," he said. "I wondered
where it had come from."

"I'm going to fuck myself in the ass with it Henry and I
want you to watch. I want you to watch while you fuck my
mouth." I pulled back my bedspread and revealed the wide
metal-frame side rail that connected the headboard to the
footboard. I licked the suction cup and firmly fixed it to
the smooth surface.

"This is going to be so hot," Henry said. I pulled my thong
panties to one side and slipped my legs under the bed,
moving my needy ass within range of the dildo.

I reached around over my back and found the dildo with my
hand. I slid backwards a little more, trying to line my
well-lubed hole up with the head. Henry reached over me and
tugged up on the back of the baby doll until it was piled
on my lower back, exposing my ass to his view. I made a few
tentative pushes back to see if everything was lined up.

I felt the cold rubber head just above my opening and it
slipped upward, protruding from between my ass-cheeks. I
lined up once more, and this time it was right on the
money. I pushed back against the dildo and felt it start to
go in. The head on this dildo wasn't wider than the shaft,
and although it was almost 2 inches thick, my hungry ass
opened up for it without a lot of effort.

I pushed until it was about halfway inside of me, then I
pulled back and did a few short strokes to give myself a
little time to adjust to the intrusion. With each thrust I
took the dildo a little deeper, moaning each time. By this
time both of my hands were on the floor in front of me to
keep my balance.

I looked up at Henry as I pushed hard one last time. My
mouth was open in a voiceless moan, but Henry filled the
silence.

"Yessss," he hissed softly. "Fuck your ass. Take it all in,
go on."

"Mmmmm hmmmm," was all I managed. I was getting into a good
rhythm and now I was bucking back against the bed, shoving
the dildo into myself harder and harder.

"Oh yeah," Henry said. "That's it. Fuck it. Fuck it hard.
Fuck yes, this is making my dick so hard."

"Give it to me, Henry," I said, breathless from effort.
"Give me your hot hard cock. Fuck my mouth. C'mon."

Henry didn't need any further urging. He re-adjusted his
place on the edge of the bed and I looked up just in time
to get a mouthful of cock. I moaned my pleasure around his
cock as I sucked on it. Then I opened my mouth wide, sucked
in as much air as I could, and took him down my throat
until I felt his balls mash against my chin.

"Ahhhh, shit!" Henry said. I was being double-fucked at a
steady pace. As I leaned forward to take all of Henry's
cock, the dildo pulled part of the way out of my ass; and
as I humped the dildo back into my ass, I came almost all
of the way off of Henry's cock.

As I got it in both ends, the pace became more frenzied. I
wanted the dildo faster and harder, but Henry couldn't take
the pace. The near-continuous deep-throating was about to
send him over the edge.

Suddenly, Henry pulled away from me, taking his beautiful
cock with him. I continued fucking myself as I looked up at
him with an unspoken question in my eyes.

"Turn over," Henry said. I looked at him a little confused,
but he continued. "I want to see you on your back, fucking
yourself with the dildo while you jerk off all over the
nightie. Just like that first night I watched you."

I didn't think it would be possible to roll over on my back
and still use the dildo attached to the bed frame. Instead
I kind of side-straddled the bed with one leg thrown up
onto it and the other underneath it. I pulled down the
pillow from my bed and stuffed it under my ass, and then
added Henry's pillow too, when he handed it to me. The
angle was just about right and I know I moaned aloud as I
sank the thick dildo back into my ass.

I found that if I bucked my hips I could still move it in
and out of me. I twisted as best I could at the waist and I
was almost able to get both shoulders on the floor. The hem
of my baby doll slid up, revealing my own stiff cock
encased in the matching satin panties. The pale aqua color
of almost the entire front was wet and stained dark with my
pre-cum.

"Stroke it, Stacey," Henry said. "Pull it out and jerk it
for me."

I pulled the front of my panties to one side, releasing my
cock. As it bobbed free a huge drop of pre-cum oozed from
the tip. Instinctively, I caught it on my finger and sucked
it greedily into my mouth. My right hand, in the meantime,
was busy stroking my pole. As each new drop of pre-cum
appeared, it followed the last one into my mouth as well.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Henry said. I could see him stroking
his own member above me. "Hump that dildo and jack off."

At first I felt more than just a little self-conscious
about jerking off in front of Henry. My self-consciousness
shattered when Henry straddled my face and leaned over me,
sticking his cock back in my mouth. I tipped my head back
and he plumbed the depth of my throat as the dildo filled
my ass and my hand slid slowly up and down my shaft.

I humped that dildo for all I was worth. I was horny as
hell and just aching to cum. Henry sensed my urgency and
pulled out of my mouth. He settled down on my face and I
didn't need to be told to lick and suck on his balls.

"That's right, Stacey," he said. "Mmmmmmmm. Yeah. Suck my
balls. Oh yeah. God, this is so fucking awesome." My pace
became more frenzied now and as I starting fucking and
stroking faster, Henry pulled himself up onto his knees and
stroked his cock as well. "Come on, Stacey. Cum for me. Get
off all over yourself."

I didn't wait a moment longer. I impaled myself on the
dildo one last time, shoving it as far into my hungry ass
as it would go. My hand was a blur on my cock and I was
moaning my pleasure with my mouth full of Henry's balls.

I groaned as a flood of cum came shooting from my dick. I
bucked my hips as I came, keeping the dildo balls-deep
inside of me. It felt like I came for five minutes, my dick
still twitching and spasming even though nothing more was
coming out of it.

As I was coming down from the pleasure high, I felt Henry
stiffen and his balls pulled up close to his cock. "Oh
yeah. Mmmmmm hmmmmmm. I'm going to spray this load all over
you. Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck... uunnnnggghh."

I could feel Henry's hot spunk hitting me as he came all
over me. His first mighty spurt hit my dick, the rest of it
landing closer to my belly-button and pooling together with
my own.

When he finished, he moved to kneel beside me. I scooped up
a double-finger-full of our mixture and slurped it into my
mouth. I could feel the wad that had hit my cock oozing its
way down to my balls. Between finger-fulls of jism Henry
fed me his softening cock.

I sucked Henry dry and licked up all of our accumulated
spunk, save one bit. The spurt that had hit my cock I left
there, tucking my sticky self back into my stained panties.
I slid my satisfied ass off of the dildo and collapsed in a
heap on the floor. Henry laid himself out right beside me.

"Man, that was un-fucking-believable," Henry said. "Girl,
you wear me out."

A weak "uhh-huh" was all I was able to manage. Henry got up
soon after and while he was in the bathroom I crawled up
onto my bed. I mulled the events that had transpired today
around in my head.

Henry came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his t-
shirt. His soft cock and balls bobbed invitingly between
his legs. His red panties were balled up in his hand.

I sat up slowly and reached down to pull the dildo off of
the bed rail. Henry paused, watching me for a moment. "So
how are we going to work this out?" he asked.

"Work what out?"

"Well, I can't just take advantage of you every time I feel
like it, can I? And we can't very well do this every single
day, can we?" I nodded my assent. He continued. "Well,
here's what I was thinking. How about if I'm in the mood I
leave you some sort of sign? And then when you see it, if
you're in the mood too, you can go slip into something more
comfortable. How does that sound?"

"That sounds workable. But let me add this. If I'm dressed
up in the room, it's because I'm in the mood. So feel free
to take advantage of me if you see me dressed."

"Cool," he said. "Now what can we use for the sign?"

I reached over and took his wadded-up panties from his
hand. I shook them out and hung them over my corner bedpost
by one leg-hole.

"How about that?" I said, grinning.

"I couldn't think of a more fitting idea," Henry said.

I slept in the baby doll nightie that night and the next
morning I awoke with my satin panties from the day before
stuck to me with Henry's cum. I rolled over and Henry was
standing beside the bed with his early morning hard-on
jutting towards me.

"Good morning, Stacey," he said.

"It sure is, Henry," I said as I opened my mouth and took
him inside.