Sam, your setting on my book! This was actually only a mild annoyance. Sam had a great ass, a nicely compact, yet roundly bulbous ass. I knew that an ass like that had to have plenty of the kind of thrusting power I could use at times and so having him in my office with that ass was nothing for a girl to get angry about. However, this stupid art class was driving me crazy. Sam got up off my desk where he had been setting and talking to his girlfriend on my office phone. Some of the conversation was in French which always got my pussy wet, another minor annoyance. Turning around Sam grinned and said "sorry gurl, I'll go beck out to my newspaper." "No Sam" I said "you don't have to leave, really, I want you to stay." "It's just that this assignment has been a real drag." Sam came around behind me and stood over my shoulder. "What closs is dis your working on?" he asked. That sing song calypso accent could always fog up my panties and even after the day I'd had and being around him was starting that very fogging process. "An art class." "I was sure it would be a bunny class." "I was a fool for thinking that." I could feel him behind me looking at the book I had opened up on my desk. At least I think he was looking at the book. He may in fact have been looking down my sweater. My breasts were swollen this time of the month, and while that is slightly uncomfortable, it's a kick having such a big rack for a change. Sam's habit of sneaking peeks at me was a game we played. I often tried stealing glances at his package when ever he sat in my office and talked to me. I'm sure he had caught me a time or two. "Your art class is studying statues?" Asked Sam. "Not really, I'm supposed to write a paper on whatever and this looked like a good easy book and subject matter; Greco-Roman Antiquities in Art." It was one of the few art books in the library here that wasn't obviously from a middle school library. "Personly," I added, "I never understood what the big deal about these statues was." "I haven't seen one yet that wasn't broken." Sam laughed, "dey're two tousand years old, wouldn't you expect them to be broken?" "I always wondered why the people down through history didn't take better care to make sure the guys dicks didn't get broken off." I commented. "You go to all the trouble to do a nude sculpture of a guy and then you let his dick get knocked off." At this Sam leaned in close to the book pointed to the picture I was opining about and said, "dat guys dick is not broken off Chere." "Sure it is" I said. "No it's not" replied Sam. "You think I don't know what a cock looks like?" I asked. "Look, the head of his penis is missing." At this Sam laughed. Big and deep. It was what I called his banana republic laugh. When he did it he reminded me of the guy years ago that did the 7-up commercial on TV. I loved it when he laughed like that. "Lynn," said Sam laughing still. "You mean you've never seen a man's organ dat wasn't circumcised?" ...A pause, what would be the best answer here. In fact, I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before, but didn't want the embarrsemnt of admitting it to Sam. "I've seen plenty of pictures of them." Funny how something so dumb sounding can come from someone trying so hard to sound not dumb. "Well den, now your seeing a photo of a sculpture of one." "Neither of which looks like the real ting." "Have you ever seen one?" I asked, in as wise ass a manner as I could manage. "I see one everyday" said Sam. "Show me then"..........Did that just come out of my mouth? Did I just say that? Am I drunk or high or something?........Shit, say something stupid....you look like and idiot now......"er, uh, I mean is yours uncircumcised?" That was not exactly the smooth save I was hoping for. Sam was doing his banana republic laugh again. No doubt brought on by my red hot face. "yes dear. I'm uncut, it's highly unusual for a man where I'm from to be circumcised. And as far as showing you goes, well dat could be arranged." I decided then and there to see what Sam was made of, so to speak. "Well now your talking then Sam. Lets go see this work of art of yours. I'd hate to do an injustice to Greco-Roman art for a lack of research" With that I stood and started out of my office. Come on I said, I know a place we can be alone and you can show me your Roe Man. So not to be put off by my possible bluff Sam started right in behind me. As we got out of the library and started down the hall he moved up next to me, darted his eyes around furtively and almost whispered. "Where are we going?" "There is a storage room next to the greenhouse out back. It's being turned into a storage room for that end of the building and currently, I have the only key to the room" Sam grinned big, very big. Who knows he may as big an exhibitioninist as I am a voyeur. When we got the the door I fiddled with the keys almost dropping them. My hands were starting to shake now and I wondered how much I would regret this later. The door opened wide and the closed up smell of the room enveloped us. It was the smell of fertilizer and janitor supplies, no doubt due to the rooms former uses. I ran my hand along the wall on the side where I thought the light switch was, but wasn't. I started to move to the other side of the door and ran smack into Sam, hard too. My swollen breasts were mashed flat into his chest and right arm. We both laughed at this. Sam reached to the wall I was trying to get to and turned on the light. The fluorescent tubes flickered and hummed until their soft light filled the room. I closed the door behind me and made sure that Sam saw me lock it. I then, in a very staged manner, turned around to face Sam. I rested all my body weight on one leg cocked the other leg out in front of me. And then like a jaded porn-o director doing auditions said "OK Sammy lets see, whatcha got." At first I thought that this little joke may have been lost on him. But he smiled knowingly and said "easy now doll, I'm the one tryin' to help you wit your homework. Now dontcha forget dat." Sam was wearing a pair of pleated, black, dress slacks. They looked good on him but they fit kind of loose and for a confirmed crotch watcher like me it was these kind of pants that most stymied my efforts to check that all important package. Sam leaned back slightly and unbuckeled his belt. My God I thought, he's really going to do it! Next came the top snap or was it a button. My heart now had begun to pound and the steam was really starting to fly down in the ole engine room. When he pulled down the zipper I stepped forward a step, you know just to let him know that I was interested and that I appreciated him taking some time out of his busy day to show me his excess foreskin, for my homework and all. He pulled the slacks down slightly and let them drop. They went almost to his knees. He was wearing a pair of black, boxer briefs! That exclamation point is no mistake in punctuation. I love boxer briefs! The lighting in the room and the color of his underwear short changed me some on any thing in the way of a cock bulge but before I had time to lament that Sam had raised his hands to his sides and tucked his thumbs down into the waistband of those shorts. As they started slowly down his hips I looked up and locked eyes with him. It was very obvious from that sly grin that he was enjoying this as much as, or more then me. The underwear went down at an accelerated rate and soon the dropped into the nest made for them by Sams leg bound dress slacks. And there it was. I was surprised first of all at its size. It looked to be completely flaccid. Which was the second thing that surprised me. My pussy was wet enough to sink the Titanic and Sam wasn't even a little bit hard. Despite its flaccid state it was at least as long as any other cock I had ever seen when fully hard. And the thickness, circumference, girth, whatever you call it, it was very, shall we say, wide. The color of it was perfect. Chocolate is my favorite color, nuff; said! It was turned down and resting perfectly at ease between two egg sized balls in their plump, dark, low hanging sack. The cock itself was indeed without a head. The foreskin went down the entire length of the shaft and no head was visible. I had only ever seen three other grown adult cocks in my life and, all white guys and instead of having the usuall tufts of fine, straight pubic hair, Sam's cock was encircled at the base by tight close clumps of nappy wirey hair. At first I thought the hair the size if it and the fact that it was uncut, gave Sam's cock a wild, primordial appearance that was very sexy. It suddenly occurred to me that it looked exactly like a turtle. "So where is the head?" I asked. "Where do you tink it is gurl? It's under da skin. Would you like in?" Sam grinned big. He was always full of those witty rhymes and come backs. "Sure" I replied, "what do I have to do?" "Just pull back da foreskin Lynn, da heads in there." I took another step forward, reached down and wrapped my hand around Sam' cock! Now this kind of art work I could learn to like. It was strange, very strange. Touching the penis a co-worker, at work. It looked strange, it even felt strange. The thickness of his dick surprised me and the elastic feel of it reminded me of bread doe. I squeezed it gently and with that I felt I had awakened it. I could actually feel it start to swell in my hand. I was reminded of those long thick tubes of raw cookie dough that I used to by at the store for my friends slummber parties. I lifted it up so that I could look down into the opening in the foreskin. The thing actually had a surprising amount of weight. That was a turn on. To think that the bigger the cock that more it weighed, something that have never occured to me before. I mean it only made sense that it would, it's just that I had never thought of it before. By now the beast was nearly at full staff. I could no longer reach my hand around it. That is to say that the tip of my longest finger and my the tip of my thumb couldn't touch each other with my hand wrapped around his cock. I pushed the skin back and sure enough the the head was there, safely nestled in the rolls of loose skin. With the skin pulled down around the shaft of the penis the the head looked naked and somehow surprised to be out in the world. Sam placed his hand on my breast and cradled it through my sweater and bra. This was something I hadn't counted on. I was so busy checking him out that it hadn't occurred to me that he may have some expectations to. Oh well, with that I dropped down on my knees in front of Sam. I started jacking him off and sucked one of his huge balls into my mouth. He liked this! Then the other. There was no way both of them would have fit. I then raised up some, pulled his cock down so that it was straight out from his body and shoved my mouth down over it. It filled my oral cavity as nothing I had ever placed in my mouth had. It was at complete full staff now and so long that with his cock as far down my throat as I could stand it, there was enough left between my wet slobbery lips and Sam's belly for me to hold onto with my hand the way one would hold a baseball bat! The soft sensuous sponginess of it and at the same time the way I had to strain my jaws open wide to get it in made this the greatest cock sucking challenge I had ever faced and at the same time the most fun I had ever had performing a blow job. To me that's what a blow-job is, a performance. A show that I put my whole body into and a cock as big as this one might just require my whole body. I laved the dark pink purple head back and forth against my tongue and lips while making moving my head in circular motions. My husband has told me many times that this was one of my show stoppers. Lots of spit and plenty of friction, those are the secrets. I looked up at Sam and stared into his eys. Guys like to look into the eyes a woman who's blowin' Hubby always says.Sam's legs were already breaking into involuntary spasm and I had only been at this for less then two minutes. That was OK, if he liked my style we would have plenty of other chances to do this and a whole lot more. For now I needed to get him some relief and then we both needed to get our asses back up where we belonged. Sam's hips were shaking rhythmically now like a the quiver before the explosion. I knew it wouldn't be much longer now and I still had one more thing I had to do. I reached behind Sam and filled each one of my hands with one of those firm, round, brown ass cheeks. Using them as handles I pushed as much of Sams long, thick cock down my throat as I could before starting to gag. Back and forth, back and forth, fucking my face into Sams huge love club. I paid close attention to the way the excess foreskin felt slipping around against my teeth, tongue and the back of my throat. Sam was now ready to unload. I remembered a trick that an old boyfriend had taught me. We called it The Magic Carpet Ride. Just as Sam started to shoot I pulled his dick out of my mouth cradled the head of it with my tongue aimed it into my wide open mouth and looked directly up into Sams face. Through his half closed eyes and exctasy induced stupor Sam smiled at me. With that, the first volley burst forth. The thick ropey blast hit me on my lip and the force it was shot at propelled some of it onto my face. I lowered my face down and let the remaining volleys flood my mouth. I made a mental note to ask Sam if all men with cocks as big as his shot this much sperm. There seemed to be a pint of it. I swallowed it down and lovingly tongue cleaned Sam's cock and balls of all excess cum and saliva. With that I stood up and asked Sam how he liked his Roman-Greco Artist now? He smiled and said as he pulled up his underwear and pants, "We'll to help each other wit out school work a lot more in de future Chere."