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."
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."
