The Podium

Our princess was reaching orgasm, her legs closed hard against her hand as the stool she sat on wobbled. Above us I heard a poorly suppressed "oh my god!" as the cock in her mouth exploded with pleasure. She came in perfect unison with him, the cum jetting from his cock clearly pushing her over the edge. She LOVES cum! Too perfect!

A few moments later light poured down on our benefactor from above as the curtain opened. I could see her arms reaching through the curtain to tuck and zip her latest sexual trophy. While unable to see her face, I was close enough to see most of her glorious body. She was topless!

Pleasure juice glistened on her breasts and was dripping down her belly. She opened her legs again to steady herself and I caught a magnificent glimpse of her mound.

Where my girlfriend Shelly had a neatly trimmed but nearly featureless slit, our princess had a plump juicy mound adorned flower-like labia and crowned with reddish-blonde hair. And her legs!

My eyes consumed the sight. Her legs were soft and curvy, in stark contrast to my girlfriends toned but thin legs. And hips! Our princess was so soft and sexual, so feminine! My body tensed and I began to convulse with intense pleasure as cum erupted from me.

"You're up James!" I heard John say.

"Yes. Yes I am!" he said to chuckles from the other guys. How could he not be hard as a rock already!

Honestly, it was at this point I realized I hadn't thought this whole plan through. Do I stay and watch the rest of the show or quietly exit before I was caught? John would no doubt kill me for sure if he ever found out that I got caught and that's why she never came back. I decided to make a hasty retreat.

Chapter 4

On Saturday night, I went out with my girlfriend. She wanted beer and bowling with a few friends. At first, I was against it but then realized it'd give me plenty of time to daydream while she was on deck.

As I watched her bowl, I couldn't help but compare her to our princess. My girlfriend was pretty, don't get me wrong. Thin, toned, sexily dressed. But curves? She was model pretty in the modern sense, which isn't a compliment. She was waifish. My goddess, however, had the curves of Marilyn Monroe! And my goddess swallows too!

Later that night, my girlfriend invited herself in my apartment and began making moves on me.

Sensing I wasn't really that interested, she dropped to her knees and began giving me a blowjob. This was maybe the third time she'd ever done that. I wondered if she sensed something amiss. While her ministrations were pleasant, there was no comparison. It felt like she was thinking "I'm giving him a good blowjob" as she did it, not "oh my god, I fucking love this cock!" like the goddess in the podium.

I pulled Shelly up hoping that maybe a solid fuck would help me get my mind off the podium goddess.

She lit some candles and did a little striptease for me. Again, though, it was like she was thinking "I'm doing a striptease for him" rather than "you want this don't you? That's right, I want you to want this hot fucking body of mine! Come get me tiger!"

Honestly, I wasn't totally engaged. As I watched Shelly sway, I couldn't help but wish her body looked more like the podium goddess'.

"What's wrong baby?" Shelly asked, pressing her breasts into my face. Much better, I thought. Nothing like getting smothered with titties to make all your worries melt away!

I mounted her missionary style. But as my cock entered Shelly, I was imagining diving between those fabulous curvy legs of my goddess.

"That's it, baby. Take me" Shelly moaned. I closed my eyes and went with the fantasy, imagining my hands on those generous porcelain breasts as I fondled Shelly's cute B-cups. I nibbled on Shelly's ear and neck but they belonged to my goddess' in my head. This was definitely working for me now. I was totally into it and completely wrapped in the sexy warmth of my fantasy.

"Fuck yeah, pound that pussy!" Shelly ordered. I was, and the goddess is good!

"Fuck, you're so hard tonight, so big!" she complimented. "Come for me baby, fill me with that baby juice!"

"What... the... fuck!" I thought to myself. "Is she serious?" I kept pounding her as I struggled to think this through.

"I'm gonna come" I warned.

"Do it baby. Inside me. Come inside me!" she pleaded.

Shelly was on the pill. At least I hoped she was on the pill. Her words were definitely working for me either way though.

"You're still on the pill, right?" I asked as I neared the point of no return.

She felt how close I was and began pulling me into her, wrapping her legs behind me tight. Her pussy milked my cock, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing. She'd never done that before! As she felt me begin to tense up for final release, she answered.

"Fuck that shit!"

"Was than an order or my answer?!" I wondered to myself pointlessly as I began to flood her womb with hot cum.

"Yes! Make baby Andys in me" she demanded, her heels digging in to my ass forcing me in even deeper. I half-heartedly tried to pull out, but she held me inside her like a bear trap. I pumped jet after jet of "baby juice" inside her pussy.

After several minutes, long after my post-orgasm waves of muscle contractions eased, did she slowly let her grasp on me relax.

"I really think you hit the target tonight tiger! Total fucking bullseye!" she congratulated me.

"Are you seriously off the pill?"

Shelly looked at me sheepishly before answering. "I'm way hornier off it. Don't you think? I mean, fuck! You are too. I must be putting out some seriously better pheromones. God you were big. And did you pump that fucking cum into me tonight or what?! A sperm bank could breed an army with that mighty load" she declared with an air of total self-satisfaction.

"I am totally fucked" I thought. "That was for my goddess, not you Shelly" I wanted to say. Instead

I was silent. Fucked but silent.

Chapter 5

My goddess was on top of me, wearing nothing but a skirt. She rode me like a woman possessed. Grabbing my hands, she led them to her full soft breasts. I was in heaven! Except... I could see how luscious her breasts were, but they felt way smaller than they looked. F

"Oh my god, you're so big again!" my goddess said. Funny, she sounded just like Shelly. And, with that thought, my dream evaporated like water on a desert road. On top of me was Shelly, fucking me with abandon. My hands were on her breasts, held there tightly with her own.

"That's it, baby, come for me!" she ordered.

"Shelly" I said.

"Say fuck me Shelly!" she barked as she pounded me. I hesitated.

"Say fuck me Shelly goddamit!" she repeated.

I had to admit, I was getting off on her being so aggressive. Usually she was really timid and unengaged in the sack.

"Fuck me! Goddamit, fuck me!" I commanded as ordered.

"Yeah baby!" she said as she fucked with even more gusto. "Feel my titties!" I did, and they were good. "Make those titties big, baby. Pump them up with your hot sperm!"

Still half asleep, I wasn't sure of the connection, whatever. This was good. I was getting close.

"I want my titties to get big, baby. Make them big for me. Breed me baby!"

"Oh shit, that's what she meant!" I screamed to myself, now fully recalling last night. I tried to change positions, give me some control over the situation so I could at least pull out.

"Uh-uh!" she scolded. "My cock! My cum!"

I tried to turn her more forcefully now, but all that time in the gym was paying off for her. She forced my hands above my head pinning me down.

"Fuck yeah, that's better. Give me what I want! Pump that cum in my pussy!"

I was edging now, trying to hold back while I thought of an escape move.

"Oh no you don't!" she scolded. "In me! Cum in me! Do you job and make me some babies!"

While I was intellectually horrified by the thought, I was more shocked at how erotic it was to me. The thought of pumping her full of seed to breed her was like pouring gasoline on the fire of my sexual desire. The idea of it was raw carnal god-like power! But my intellect screamed "no, not with her!"

I tried again to twist out from under her, managing to get my arms free. Her response wasn't to try to regain control of my arms. She went right for my throat with both hands, squeezing hard on the carotid arteries on the side of my neck.

This was a new sensation for me to be sure. I'd heard about auto asphyxiation, weird shit. Some Kung Fu TV actor dude died in his closet that way I recalled, not knowing why I knew that.

Within moments, I lost the will to fight back. Only the immensely erotic and powerful will to breed her remained. I felt giddy, lightheaded and the pleasure of her sex milking me was fantastic!

She was pleased with my response and her pussy clamped down on me like she'd done the night before. I exploded inside her and saw stars as I came.

Huge pulse after huge pulse flooded her as she gripped my cock in her vagina as hard as she could, pressing down hard with her hips, making sure as much cum filled her uterus as possible.

She loosened her grip on my neck.

"Oh my god yes!" she said with an air of self-satisfaction as she slumped down on top of me.

What had I done, I lamented. I'd meant to get her out of my apartment after the fiasco the night before but I must have passed out. Now, I awoke only to find myself filling her again like sperm shooting from a fire hose.

After several minutes, she rolled off me and grabbed a pillow. She put the pillow under her butt and closed her eyes.

"What are you doing with my pillow?" I said as I playfully yanked it out from under her, not wanting her to get cum all over it.

"No!" she exclaimed "now look what you've done!" She opened her legs for me to see. Cum was pouring out of her pussy. She scooped up some as it poured out.

I was so enthralled at the sight that I didn't have time to react as she plunged her cum-covered fingers in my gaping mouth.

Sure, I'd tasted my own cum before when I shot a load tossing and a jet accidently landed in my mouth, but mixed with her pleasure juices it tasted tangy and wonderful.

The taste, though, had nothing on the reaction my body had to it. It felt like I'd just mainlined pheromones. My heart raced. My head felt light and incredibly tingly, as if millions of sweet tiny bubbles were fizzing in my brain. And to top it off it was so incredibly kinky my cock immediately sprang back to life.

"You're letting all the baby batter out" she protested. Then she saw how hard I'd become. "Oh my god, you totally like it don't you. Tasting us?"

In a single motion, she leapt from the bed and straddled my face. Her cum soaked pussy pressed down on my lips. "No spillage, big boy. Drink up and pump it back in me where it belongs!"

I did as ordered. It was so intoxicating that I wanted to fuck her and pump her full of cum. After taking my fill, I reached up and pulled her sideways and onto all fours.

"Oh baby!" she cried and wiggled her cute little ass. "Take me!"

I mounted her doggie style and fucked her like a man possessed. "You want more cum?" I asked.

"Yes, please"

"You want me to fill that pussy full of baby juice?" I asked as her hips met my stroke with a solid yes.

"Yes! Fuck a baby into me! Pump me full of that hot cum!" she pleaded.

I pushed her head down into the pillow and dominated her, pounding with hard strokes. In my passion, I wanted to knock her up, breed this manipulative bitch. The fact that this is exactly what she wanted wasn't relevant.

I wanted to give it to her, own her, breed her! As a powerful orgasm gripped Shelly, I grabbed her hips and fucked her feverishly. Her pussy milked my ravenous cock in waves, sending me over the edge as I let loose inside her.

As I held her there, coming down off my orgasm, I started to come back to my senses. What the hell was I doing? I didn't really even like her, what the fuck!

As I pulled out of her, ashamed of myself, she rolled over ass up and put the pillow back under her butt. After a few minutes, I regained my senses and asked the obvious question. "Why do you want to get preggers?"

She was dozing off as she answered: "so you don't leave me."

Chapter 6

It was Monday evening, just one more day to go until speaking club night. I'd been avoiding thinking about my psycho girlfriend Shelly and instead focusing on my podium goddess.

I couldn't wait to see her again, to watch her masturbate as she sucked all those hot horny cocks!

I decided I had to take matters into my own hands, literally, and got down to it. Running the memory reel from last Tuesday as I masturbated was fantastic.

The sights, the wonderful scent of her pussy as she plunged her fingers inside and rubbed herself off, it was really working for me. I was kneeling on the floor facing the bed as I did the deed like I'd faced her tall stool as I'd tossed off to her grand show. I could feel a gigantic orgasm building inside me.

I fantasized about not only what I'd lived last week, but taking it a further. I imagined crawling up to her, nibbling her luscious and oh so feminine calves and thighs. I was enjoying her soft skin against my cheek as I worked my way up to her sweet honeypot.

She'd take her hands, place them on my head and caress my hair, then cup my ears and gently pull me upwards placing my hungry mouth on her even hungrier sex. As I began to cum, shooting stream after stream onto the comforter pouring over the side of my bed, I was startled by a very unwelcome voice.

"What the fuck?!" Shelly barked. "Goddamit, you're wasting it!"

Cum continued to pump out of my cock as she hastily pulled her panties off in a futile attempt to catch a few good spurts in her baby maker before I was spent. She dropped to all fours and tried to position herself in front of me but it was too late.

"Dammit Andrew!" she never called me Andrew unless she was pissed. "There's plenty of time for that after I'm pregnant!"

She sat down on the wood floor. As I hastily pulled up my pants, I could see steam condensing on the floorboards under her pussy, fucking sexy! She sat there for several moments with a look of extreme disappointment in me as I came to my senses and began to process what she'd just said.

"Um, what do you mean by that?"

"By what?"

"That's there's plenty of time for me to wank off after your knocked up. Are you going to cut me off?"

"Duh" she said matter-of-factly. "We're not having sex when I'm pregnant."

"Why not? You can have sex when you're pregnant."

"Learn that from your porno, Mr. Masterbater? I'm not taking any chances. You know, for the baby."

"That's fucked up Shelly."

"Looks to me like it wouldn't put a dent in your sex life anyways. You seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine."

"Yeah, but I wasn't thinking of you!" I thought to myself, knowing better than to say that out loud. I only had one thought for the rest of the night. Please, pah-leeze let her not be pregnant! After dinner she tried to get me to breed her but I was having nothing to do with it.

"Please, just a quick fuck? What if I'm ovulating tonight?"

"All the better not to!" I thought. She tried climbing on top of me and grinding, she did a little dance, and even offered a blowjob. I was increasingly proud of myself for not caving in despite her efforts.

"OK, I get it, you already spent your load on your bedspread. You're done for the night" she said in apparent capitulation. "It's OK, really. I respect your limits." Yeah, right. "Shake on it?"

I extended my hand hesitantly. She grasped it and in a single motion had two of my fingers plunging into her soaking wet pussy. My cock twitched, that was very, VERY sexy, but I held out.

"If I get my period this weekend, so help you!" she threatened with my one true hope at this point.

It was done, no question about it. I had to break up with Shelly.

Would fate be kind?

Then, a stray thought from grade school health class struck me like a bolt of joy. She'd said "if I get my period this weekend."

The rhythm method, I recalled. The last 9 days of the cycle are the infertile days, even more if she has a long cycle. She's only a few days from her period. Her aversion to book learning had likely saved me!

Chapter 7 -- At the podium once more

At long last, it was speaking club day! I was elated. Not only had Shelly not crossed my mind hardly at all, but my head was bubbling over with daydream fantasies of the carnal pleasures to come.

John insisted that we institute a formal rotation. Since I'd gone first last time (and been left high and dry), I'd be second this afternoon.

"Please be quick" I begged James, who was up first, "I hafta work again tonight" I lied. After my turn, come what may, I was going to make a bee-line for the under stage!

James was disappointed. He delivered his reading of Mark Twain with immense anticipation but, as he neared the end, his delivery wilted along with his hopes.

I recited a Billy Collins poem. Short, apropos I thought, and consistent with my need to get to work.

Sure, I'd hoped that I'd be the recipient of tremendous oral pleasures. But honestly, in retrospect, I was actually looking more forward to the delights to be seen and heard under the stage. And while getting a blowjob on stage had its attractions, cumming while under the intoxicating influence of my goddesses pheromones while watching her jill herself off was far more intense.

In any event, my body was anticipating her arrival. My cock was rock hard and dripping precum.

"You know the parlor trick" I began my recitation, "wrap your arms around your own body and from the back it looks like someone is embracing you. Her hands grasping your shirt, her fingernails teasing your neck" I continued. "From the front it is another story."

And with that line, her hand reached from the podium and unclasped my pants. Her timing was so perfect it was as if she knew the poem by heart.

"You never looked so alone, your crossed elbows and" I said as she coaxed my cock through the podium curtain. As I finished the line "screwy grin" she swallowed me whole inducing on my face exactly that.

"Yes!" James said elated, not so much for me but for his own anticipated reward to come.

I stopped my recitation, unable to think, as she massaged my sack with one hand, pumped the base of my cock with the other, and delivered a truly joyful blowjob with her hungry mouth. There was no question about it, she loved sucking cock. You could just tell by the way she did it that she anticipated Tuesday's as much as we did, if not more!

She consumed me, teased me with her tongue. She massaged and caressed my sex as if to coax the maximum amount of joy to burst forth, her reward! She would not be disappointed. I couldn't suppress the grunts as I came.

An exquisitely powerful orgasm overwhelmed me. My knees went weak and the room went dark as I filled her thirsty mouth that was begging for my pleasure juice as an actress begs for applause! As my eyesight returned and my pants were re-fastened, I had no idea where in the poem I'd stopped. Nor, honestly, did I care.

"Fantastic!" John said. "You're really seemed like you were enjoying yourself up there!"

I was indeed! As I smiled with embarrassment at the ribbing, I saw that the drama teacher had entered the room. John wasn't ribbing, he was providing cover.

After a brief moment of panic, I looked at my watch and declared "Thanks! Gotta go, gonna be late for work!"

With that, I dashed out the door hoping the bulge in my pants wasn't obvious.

That was a very close call. Had he come in moments earlier, as I climaxed, I'd have been exposed. We'd have been exposed and I'd never find out who my goddess really was. The thought was wrenching. I'd lose the woman I so desperately wanted to be with and be left with only the psycho girlfriend I now desperately wanted to get away from.