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Closing Night
Being in my last year of high school, I was not
always the prettiest girl in the room.
None-the-less, the boys loved me for my good
will, and large breasts. I had the build of a
girl that should play sports; although I seldom
did. My birthday was a week away, and I was
going to be 18. I wanted to do something fun for
my birthday that was just for me. I was thinking
about maybe a total make-over and a road trip to
Calgary to party. I had plenty of friends, and
most people knew me as someone who stood up for
herself and anyone else being targeted. I had
some enemies, but no one would ever admit to it.
I never really got into sports, but I loved
theatre. A month before my birthday were
auditions for Cinderella. Our school was
infamous for our amazing productions, and we
always preformed them in our theatre, right
inside our school. When I walked in and saw that
the back of the director's head wasn't the head
I was used to looking at, I realized that
interns were producing the show, and my new
director, Mr. Lucsan, was not even nearing 30.
He was a very attractive man with a full scruffy
beard, and shaggy hair. I sat with my friends
and found out that he was also helping the art
class by posing for clay work of the Apostles.
My friends doing the project told me that he had
a nipple ring, and I would never have expected
to hear that. His style wasn't the bad boy type
actually he almost dressed like my grandpa. It
didn't matter; either way I was immediately
attracted to him
I ended up getting the role of the wicked
step-mother, and I wasn't particularly
accustomed to being that type of person, so I
decided to ask for help. Fridays we got out of
school at 1:00 and I approached Mr. Lucsan,
asking him to help me form a character. His
shirt was almost transparent, and I was admiring
his sexiness when he beckoned me to his side.
"Isabel? You're not listening to me are you?" He
laughed. "Come here and read this line to me!"
"Sorry
thinking about math." I fumbled my words
trying to cover my embarrassment of staring at
his well-formed chest. I walked to his side, and
leaned over the back of his chair, gently
resting my hand on his shoulder. I knew he could
feel the warmth of my body because he
immediately got tense. My boobs were nearly
stroking his cheek with every breath I took, and
I could feel my nipples rubbing against my shirt
as I became increasingly turned on. "You've had
a busy day?" I began to read the text above his
extended finger. "The impertinence! After your
father died everyone said I should have thrown
you out on the street."
After about 20 minutes of work, we both had to
leave but I could tell he had felt the same
things I had when I was close to him. The
magnetism between us was undeniable and I wanted
to continue touching him even after he got into
his car across the street from mine. I went
home, a little disappointed, thinking about
making him my birthday present.
Mr. Lucsan and I began spending more time alone
together over the next month, mostly working on
my character, talking about our life's or the
drama backstage.
A week after my birthday, my life started to get
hectic and I talked to Mr. Lucsan about it
because he was becoming a stable factor in my
life, and someone I trusted.
"And now my mom is going to have to have
surgery. Everything is just getting out of hand!
I don't know if I can handle it all," I babbled.
By this time I was beginning to forget ever
wanting him because he was more like a friend
than a sex object in my mind. "I'm afraid it's
going to interfere with the show, or with my
school work. I just can't let that happen!" He
got out of his chair and rolled it beside me
before he sat down again.
"Isabel, listen. You're a very strong person and
I'm sure it's not going to be easy, but I'm
always here if you need me." He put his arms
around me and embraced me affectionately. He was
in such a close proximity to me that I could
feel something inside me stir and all those
feelings came back. I wanted him, and the
dampness between my legs agreed. I slowly turned
to look up at him and his face was only inches
from mine.
"Thank you," was the first (appropriate) thing I
could think of to say, and then he kissed me. It
wasn't the take charge kiss I had been
expecting, but it sent shivers through my body,
and I could feel his lips all over me. When it
was over, I didn't know what to do next but I
was not going to apologize for it, and I hoped
he wouldn't either. There was nothing funny
about the moment but I began to laugh. It must
have offended him because he stood up and began
to pull his chair back behind his desk. I sat
there for just a second and decided I didn't
want it to end like this.
"You should probably go. This is getting out of
hand, Isabel, and I don't think either of us
thought it through."
"No. I'm sorry; I didn't find anything funny. I
have just thought about this moment so many
times. It just caught me off-guard that it was
actually happening. Please, don't make me
leave." His back was to me but I put my hands on
his shoulders, and I felt his body relax as he
realized that I wasn't upset. When he turned
around the look on his face was exactly like I
had been imagining for so long. He grabbed tight
to my arms and pushed me up against the wall.
I knew my pussy was just dripping and I wouldn't
wait to have him inside of me. I unzipped my
sweatshirt, and pulled off the tank top
underneath revealing my soft black bra and ample
chest. He was wearing one of my favorite shirts
on him, and as good as he looked I nearly ripped
it off. The warmth of his hands put me at ease
as he stroked my sides and ran his wet tongue
along my collar bone. I fondled his nipple ring
for a minute before I felt his hand glide up my
body and pull my arms off him. I gave in and he
pinned me against the wall, kissing my mouth and
my neck.
He was stimulating me so well with his mouth on
my body that I didn't notice him take off his
pants and undo my bra. I still had my hands
against the wall like I was pinned but when I
felt him slide the straps of my bra off my
shoulders I dropped them to my sides and my bra
fell on the floor exposing my hard, light pink
nipples.
"Oh, Peter," I breathed as he shrank to his
knees, kissing my breasts. I wasn't very tall by
comparison, and even on his knees he was almost
eye-level with my tits.
He amazed me by taking off my pants and my
panties in what seemed to be just seconds.
First he looked for my approval and then he
lifted my leg over his shoulder and buried his
face in my stubbly pussy. God, it felt good, and
I made it known through quiet moans. My fingers
were in his hair, and I was rhythmically
thrusting my hips forward to meet his tongue. It
was obvious I was going to come if he continued,
so he pulled away and kissed a path back up to
my face.
I whimpered softly to let him know I didn't want
him to stop, but he kissed me and began rubbing
each of my tits to make it up to me. My hands
slowly traveled down his back and my right one
found his hard cock. As soon as I touched it, it
seemed to grow another whole inch. We were both
breathing heavily and the more I stroked his
thick cock, the more he moaned and shook.
"You had better stop that, or I'm going to come
all over you," he whispered into my ear in the
sexiest voice I ever heard.
"Well, we wouldn't want that. I'd be sticky for
the rest of the day." I sat him back down in his
chair and I kneeled in front of him. I had only
given two blowjobs my entire life, but both guys
said I did it well, so I licked the head of his
dick. Peter took a sharp breath in, but breathed
out with a moan and came into my mouth. He
kissed me again after I swallowed all of is
gooey cum.
"Come here." Then he motioned for me to sit on
his desk. I was still dripping wet and there was
immediately a pool of my juices on his desk. He
looked at me; he was quickly getting hard again.
I walked over and sat down in his lap, hanging
my legs over the left side of the chair. I could
feel his hard dick squished in between my thighs
and his stomach.
I looked at him with the shyest face I could
create. "I've never done this before. Have sex,
I mean."
He picked me up and laid me across his desk.
Bending over, he kissed me and pulled my legs
apart. He thrust two fingers inside me and I
winced at the pain of his big, manly fingers
fucking my tight, virgin pussy. I couldn't wait
anymore, and I begged him to take me right
there on his desk in the middle of the day. Now
the head of his cock was purple, and so hard I
thought it would burst immediately, but he
pushed in the head and very slowly began the
rest of his long 8 inch shaft. My body was on
fire, and the pain felt so good because I knew
in just a few seconds I was going to get
something I had wished for.
"Am I hurting you?" he said as he stopped. It
was sweet of him to ask, but I shook my head and
pushed my head back against the table, pushing
my chest against his body. He licked and sucked
my tits, and then the pain started to go away.
"It's gone now. It doesn't hurt any more, so,
you can get faster." I wanted him too much to
fool around. I put my hands on his ass, squeezed
and pushed down, sending the whole length of his
think member inside me. It felt so good, I
almost screamed. He was expecting those sounds
and covered my mouth with his. Peter began to
pick up the pace, and his thrusts got deeper
inside me, filling up every bit of my pussy.
"Talk to me; tell me how much you wanted it, how
good it feels."
He wasn't sure what to do. "Oh, Isabel, You're
so tight. I have always wanted you. I watched
you up on stage, and I could just imagine what
it would be like to slide inside of your hot,
wet cunt. Ohh. I'm going to fuck you so hard."
"Deeper!" I whispered in the loudest voice
possible. I wanted to scream, but we were in a
school, having sex on a teacher's desk. He
continued to push his cock into me for what felt
like hours. I dug my fingers into his back and
with one last deep thrust, he pushed all of his
cock into me and we came together. My throbbing
pussy milked every drop of cum out of him, and
then he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap.
Two weeks later the show was over and on closing
night Peter walked around handing out cards to
the actors. As he came to me, and wrapped his
arms around me there in the middle of the
dressing room to hug me, I whispered in his ear,
"Did you like fucking my virgin pussy? You want
to do it again, don't you?" We had not had sex
since that night, and we probably would only
have sex one more time, closing night.
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