2 comments/ 51931 views/ 9 favorites At Work with My Cock By: kylewhitney It's been a very long time since my last installment, so forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. Thanks again to everyone who has taken the time to send me feedback in the past, and I look forward to hearing what you think of this latest perverted tale. * I stand in the shower rubbing my soft soapy cock with both hands. The hot water hits the back of my neck, runs along my spine, and flows down my ass crack. I want to stand here like this all day. But I can't, today is my first day at my new job. Janitor at Mount Ives college. Mount Ives girls college, that is. I step out of the shower and stand there dripping water on the grimy tile floor, not even bothering to check for a clean towel. I pace around my shitty little room as I dry. I hear the sharp clack-clack of high-heels coming from the apartment above me. She must be leaving for work about now. I stare at the ceiling and try to figure out where I can drill a hole that she won't notice. Yeah, so she's like 50-something and wears too much makeup, but she's got a smokin' little body. One of these days she'll forget to lock her door when she leaves and I'll get a peek inside that panty drawer of hers. I nearly trip over my old bean bag chair; the only decent piece of furniture I own. I notice it has a small hole in it. Piece of crap. Tiny white Styrofoam balls have spilled out all over my puke colored carpet. I always did wondered what was inside that thing. I stick my finger in the hole and feel all those tickly little balls. Before the idea even occurs to me, my cock is hard. "You horny bastard. Why didn't I think of that?" My cock ignores my comments and remains focused on that little hole in the cracked black vinyl of the bean bag chair. I kneel down and angle the head of my cock at the hole. I press against it, but the hole is too small. I lean onto the bean bag, pulling the vinyl tight, and push harder. I feel the virgin material slowly give way. The head of my cock suddenly pops inside. I gently thrust my hips, easing the length of my cock into the tight hole. The sensation of all those little puffy balls on my still wet penis is amazing. I can't believe I never tried this before. I pull almost all the way out, and push my cock in harder this time. "Oh yeah, you like that you slutty little ho' bag?" I start to fuck the bean bag good and hard. I give it to her doggie style, just like she wants it. The Styrofoam squeaks as my cock pounds in and out. My balls, hanging loose from the hot shower, slap against the vinyl with a sharp fleshy sound. With each stroke my cheeks spread just enough to let the cool air hit my wet asshole. "Oh god, you fuck so good! Right there, that's it!" I wrap my arms around the bag, pulling it against me and hump it like she's the last bean bag on earth. I get that dizzy feeling of hyperventilation just moments before I feel the first hint of orgasm. I don't want to cum yet, I want this to last, but I can't stop fucking her. How can this feel so good? Suddenly that tingle runs through my body, and with a series of hammering thrusts I shoot my cum deep insider her. I shudder with pure pleasure, and realize that I can't stop. I continue to pump away into the now gooey hole, and bam! I cum again. I collapse on the bag, my cock still inside, and catch my breath. My first multiple orgasm, amazing. I thought only women could do that. I give the old girl a friendly pat, knowing now that I can have her anytime I want. I get up and pull my still hard cock out. It's completely covered in cum-soaked little white Styrofoam balls. More of the little white buggers cover my thighs and belly. When I try to brush them off, but they cling there through static electricity or something. Now they're all over my hands and arms. Messy little bitch, back to the shower for me. ----------------------------- I scan the gutter for loose change as I hitch hike to work. Cigarette butt, coffee cup, cigarette butt, used condom (sweet), soda can, cigarette butt. An old Mexican guy in a rusted pickup stops and opens the passenger door for me. The floor of the truck is buried beneath a layer of empty beer cans and smells like a wet ashtray, but the old guy is all smiles and wrinkles, so I climb in. He chatters away in Spanish as we ride. I don't understand a word he's saying, but it must be a good story the way he keeps cracking himself up. We stop at a light and he shuffles through a stack of junk tucked up under the driver-side visor and finally pulls something out. He hands me one of those old Polaroid pictures. It's cracked and faded. There's naked woman sprawled out on a grungy looking sofa. She's got dark hair and dark eyes, and is squeezing a breast that has an even darker nipple. Her legs are spread wide, exposing a tangle of pubic hair so thick you are left to wonder if there really is a pussy hidden under there somewhere. The old man's eyes twinkle with pride as I gape at his slutty senorita. The light turns green and he goes on with his story. From his gestures and sound effects I get the idea that he's telling me how he banged this whore every-which-way he could think of. Must have been the best night of the poor old fucker's life. He lets me off at the front gate of Mount Ives. I hand the picture back to him and say: "Bella." I think that might be Italian, but his big, brown-toothed smile tells me he understands. I get out and have to slam the door a couple of times before it stays closed. I wave as I head toward the school, but the old man doesn't notice. He is sitting there staring at his precious photo. Somehow I know he's looking into those dark eyes and not between her legs. ----------------------------- Mr. Skolinski is my boss. He's a little man with a big belly who smells of sour milk. He gives me the rules by chewing me out for half-an-hour as if I've already broken every one of them. This is one angry guy. I just keep my mouth shut and nod a lot, my attention mainly focused on the huge tits of the girl on the 2-year old calendar hanging behind him. Once he's satisfied, he gives me my assigned area. The section given to the low man on the totem pole. The zone no one else wants. The athletic building. Damn! I was hoping I would get into one of the dorms, but I guess you gotta start somewhere. Skolinski gives me few blue shirts with "Todd" sewn over the pocket and a key ring that must weigh two pounds, then sends me on my way. I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm not about to tell him that. I wander across the campus. It's a clear warm day and the filth of the city seems a million miles away within this protected oasis of clean brick buildings, perfect lawns, and tree-shaded paths. And let's not forget the girls. Oh. My. God. Alone, in pairs, in groups. Walking, jogging, sitting. Skirts, shorts, sweats. Laughing, whispering, hugging. Everywhere I look. Long blonde hair, short brown hair, curly red hair. Flat butt, round ass, perky cheeks. Big floppy tits, cute little boobies, modestly proud breasts as far as the eye can see. I notice three girls with gym bags going into a building nearby and figure that might be the athletic building. I go inside and down a set of stairs. A little way along I pass a laundry room and glance in. There's a girl in thin sweats bending over to lift a basket of clothes. Wow, she is tight. A white t-shirt stretches across her small tits. Hello Sistah! There's some serious nipple action happening here. It looks like this is a no-bra laundry day! She leans down to take her wet things out of the basket and load them into the dryer. Her shirt rides up a bit and I can see the small of her back. Her skin is smooth and clear with a moist sheen. The heat from the driers has turned the room into a sauna. I can barely make out a hint of tiny hairs running up out of her bottoms and along the center of her lower back. A droplet of sweat runs down her spine and disappears beneath the elastic waistband. I imagine yanking those sweats off her firm ass and rubbing my hard cock up and down between her sweaty cheeks. She'd squeeze her ass hard, clamping it around my cock. I would fuck her ass crack and squirt hot cum right up the middle of her back. My dick pushes against my pants as I watch her feed coins into the slot and start the dryer. She turns and sees me standing there gawking. I quickly hide my hard-on with my armful of Todd shirts. "You look lost," she says with a friendly smile. "Uh, um, yeah I guess," I respond in my usual suave manner. "I'm looking for the athletics building." "That's easy. Just look for the building with the big clock tower, and it's right across from that." She slips past me and heads down the hallway. "You can't miss it." I know she wants me to follow her back to her room and shove my cock down her throat while her roommate watches, but I don't want to get fired on my first day. Maybe tomorrow honey. I finally find the athletics building and locate my closet. It stinks like cleaning chemicals and rotten dog balls. I change into a Todd-shirt and grab a broom. I figure I'll start with a tour of my new territory before I get to work. I meander around the building and find a few small classrooms, and a bunch of offices for coaches and athletic directors. There's some rooms for the trainers that look almost like doctor's offices. There are a couple of big gyms for basketball and volleyball. These things are going to be a bitch to sweep, but I can't wait to jerk off at center court. I follow a set of stairs down and come across an exercise room. A couple of girls are riding exercise bikes and chatting. I'll definitely be spending time some quality time with those sweaty seats. I continue down the hall, turn the corner, and stop dead in my tracks. Holy jizzbuckets, I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier. A tingle dances around my asshole and races up into my balls as I stand there staring at those three beautiful words. Girl's Locker Room. I have access to the locker room at an all girl's college. This is too good to be true. The secrets that lay beyond those doors will be mine to explore. The possibilities boggle my mind. What nasty things will they leave behind for me to clean up? What will I find in their lockers? Where will I hide my camera when I can afford to buy one? I nearly jump out of my skin when the door bursts open and a tall, lanky woman with long blondish hair pulled back in a pony tail in her late-20s wearing a warm-up suit and a whistle around her neck emerges and stops short in front of me. She mumbles a quick "excuse me" and hurries by. She unlocks a nearby door and ducks inside. It seems weird, but I swear she blushed when she saw me. Maybe she used to fuck Todd? I go back to my closet and get the trash barrel on wheels and start cleaning the classrooms. I empty waste baskets, sweep the floors, and straighten things up. The whole time I think about that locker room. I'm not supposed to go in until 10 p.m., an hour after the gym closes. This is going to be awesome. I get to the Locker Room door ten minutes early and wait. Each minute drags by. A couple of girls come out followed by a short, thick woman with close-cropped graying hair. She gives me a hostile once over. She looks like the type who would be offended if you called her a lesbian instead of a dyke. "It's all clear," she grumbled. "And don't forget the rag bins in the stalls." She clomps off down the hall with a huff. Well, fuck you very much. And the glorious moment has arrived. I open the door and step inside. Only half the lights are on casting the inner-sanctum in a mysterious luster. The air is still humid from the hot showers. The scents of womanly sweat and baby powder hang in the air. I don't know where to start. I take a quick look around. Coaches offices, locker area with full-length mirrors, individual shower stalls with curtained changing areas on either side, and a separate mini-locker room - I guess for visiting teams. Okay, lockers first. I move my bucket in front of the doorway, and lean the mop handle against the door. This way if anyone comes I'll hear the mop fall and get plenty of warning. I move to the lockers and check them out. About half of them have pad locks on them, the other half are empty except for the occasional sock or hair clip. I remember a trick we used in high-school and turn the dial on one of the combo locks one number to the right and pull. Nothing on the first one, but I move down the line of lockers and after six tries I am rewarded with a loud click as one of the locks pulls open. Yes! The top shelf is filled with shampoo, moisturizer (may need to borrow that), deodorant, hair brushes, and a few feminine napkins. A t-shirt and a hooded sweat shirt hang on the hooks. There is a small bag at the bottom. Inside is another t-shirt balled up with a pair of shorts. But as I dig further I hit the jackpot. I pull out a wad of filmy material wrapped around something dark. I sit on a bench and carefully unravel my treasure. A pair of wrinkled pantyhose tangled up with a small pair of black lace panties. I can't believe my luck. Before I do anything else I quickly undo my pants and release my raging hard on. My cock springs free and presses against the cool wood of the bench I'm straddling. I lift the panties first and inspect them. They're all lace with a little strip of white fabric on the inside of the crotch, and a tiny red bow on the side. I can see a thin, very faint stain running along the center of that white strip. I quickly succumb to the urge and bring them close to my nose and draw a shuttering breath. The smell is more musty than anything else, but beneath that there is something. Yes, it's scarcely still there, but it is definitely her. Her unique, intimate aroma. I imagine these panties first being pulled up tight against her freshly showered pussy and I breathe her in again. She spent the day walking and sitting and climbing up stairs in them. Maybe she saw a guy she really wanted to fuck and just a dribble of her juices seeped out into these panties. She would have gone to the ladies room and peed. Maybe she was in a hurry so she didn't wipe herself clean. That moist residue, too, was absorbed into this swatch of precious white fabric. I can almost taste her cunt. I've never had an actual pair of girl's panties in my hands like this before, but I know what I have to do next. I quickly strip out of my clothes, even my socks. I take the tiny pair of black lace panties and carefully slip them on around my ankles. I slowly pull them up over my knees. They start to get tight around my thighs. I don't want to rip them, but they have just enough give that I can squeeze them up higher. I pull the panties to my waist, my cock and balls press hard against the inside of the lace. My flesh bulges through every tiny opening and the purple head of my cock pokes out the top. I hurry over to one of the full length mirrors and check myself out. The panties fit me more like a thong, with most of the back bunched up the crack of my ass. I rub my compressed balls through the lace and marvel at this new sensation. Then something comes over me and I am compelled to start prancing around. Fucking weird. I walk along the series of full length mirrors like I'm some kind of super model. I swish my ass and pose like I'm a totally hot chick. A hot chick with a big cock, that is! I take it up a notch and start working a little stripper dance. I watch myself playing with my imaginary tits and grinding my ass in the mirror and can't believe what a sexy bitch I am! I pull my cock out of the panties, leaving my balls trapped inside and start stroking it. I give myself a couple dozen hard fast jerks, really beating my meat. When I feel that tingle start I immediately let go and watch my dick pulse and jump as my impending orgasm subsides. I'm not going to be able to resist cumming much longer, but I feel like I'm missing something. I remember the pantyhose, and retrieve them. Back in front of the mirror I dangle them over my penis, letting the feathery fabric caress my stiffness. I let them drift across my chest and belly and face. I gently wrap them around my shaft and with the lightest of grips slide the sheer nylons up and down my cock. Like fucking an angel's lips. I tighten my grip and quicken the stroke. In the mirror I see myself now squatting with the black panties pulled even tighter around my waist and balls, with just the swollen head of my cock peeking out from the pantyhose. The fabric grows warmer in my hand as the friction increases and I pump my cock faster. My orgasm begins to build, there will be no holding back this time. I surge straight up and lurch toward the mirror as every nerve in my body jolts at once. I thrust my hips forward and press the head of my cock against its own reflection just as the cum gushes up the length of my erection and spurts forcefully in all directions. I let the pantyhose fall away to the floor and catch my breath as pearly gobs of semen slowly glide down the mirror. I should put this stuff back in her locker, but I can't bring myself to do it. No one will ever know it was me. I quickly clean up, and jam the pantyhose and panties into my pockets hoping I can stash them in my closet before anyone notices. I put the bag back in the bottom of her locker and replace the lock. Now I've got to clean this friggin' place, definitely not in the mood for that. As I run the sloppy mop across the locker room floor my gaze wanders to the high ceiling. I can see where a bunch of different pipes for the showers and sprinkler system run through the wall into another part of the building. The thing is that the holes they pass through are bigger than the pipes, leaving a pretty wide gap. My good fortune is almost too amazing to contemplate. If I can get to the area on the other side of that wall I would have a perfect view down into most of the shower stalls. I guess I know where I'll be exploring tomorrow! At Work with My Cock Ch.02 Thanks to everyone who wrote and asked for more adventures of this degenerate pervert. Sorry for taking so long, but here it is (finally). I look forward to hearing from old fans and new. The My Cock Series Chronology: 1 - A Day with My Cock 2 - A Night with My Cock 3 - A Walk with My Cock 4 - At Work with My Cock 5 - At Work with My Cock 2 ----------------------------- I'm up early, before my alarm even goes off. Naked, I pace in circles thinking about what the day holds for me. Today is only my second day as janitor at the St. Ives girl's college, and I think I've already found a way to spy on the girls taking showers in the locker room by the gym. My imagination runs wild, and my hand naturally finds its way to my cock. It's been rock hard since I woke up - even after I took a piss. I squeeze it tight and give it a few strokes before I realized what I'm doing and force myself to let go. I want to save myself for later. For when I'm staring down at those wet girls rubbing their athletic bodies. I shudder with anticipation and, impossibly, my cock feels like it gets even harder. I kick my bean bag chair out of the way so I have more room to pace. Lots of little Styrofoam balls spill out, and it lands with its hole facing up. The bitch is teasing me. I think about teaching her a lesson with a good hard fucking, but catch myself and turn away. But there, propped up on the window sill, is my itty-bitty titty collage. I tickle my balls as my eyes scan hungrily over each pair of uniquely perfect breasts. Fuck it, I'm just going to jerk off once. No! I've got to get out of my room. Too much temptation. I pull on my jeans and a t-shirt, jam on my sneakers and go out for a walk. I get out into the street and head in a random direction. My hard cock presses against the denim. I look down and the outline of my shaft and head is clearly obvious through the fabric. I don't even give a shit. As I walk, I look into every window, hoping to catch a glimpse of something good. All I get is an old lady watering her plants, a fat guy watching TV, and a little kid staring out the window gives me the finger. What a little prick. But I bet his mom is a hottie. I'd like to get a piece of that. He can give me the finger all he wants while he listens to me banging the fuck out of his sweet mommy in the other room. I realize that I'm not going to get any decent action along the main street, all the bathrooms and bedrooms are in the back. I cut down a side street, then head along the back alleyway. Now maybe I'll see a little somethin' somethin'! After three blocks of drawn shades and empty rooms my cock is soft and I've given up hope. That is until I spot some wild-eyed chick staring at me from inside a dumpster. After a few seconds I realize I'm behind the beauty school. I approach the dumpster and pull out a mannequin head. She's got longish brown hair, big eyes, and full lips. The hair is a bit tangled, and she's got blue eye shadow on one side, and brown on the other, but otherwise she is gorgeous. This must be what the girls at the beauty school practice on. I want to drop to my knees right here in the alley and rub one out on her face, but instead I find an empty bag to hide her in and hurry home. I take her out of the bag and place her on my pillow. I pull my blanket up so it looks like the rest of her might be under there. It looks like she's staring crazily up at my ceiling, but she seems happy. I strip down and kneel next to her face. I rub the head of my cock across her hard plastic cheek, then over her lips. It doesn't feel that great, but it looks awesome. I reach down and gather up a handful of her hair and caress my balls and ass with it. Oh, yeah. That's more like it. I grab my cock and start jerking it. She's going to watch me masturbate right onto her sweet face. I drag my balls across her chin and let her kiss them. She can't wait to see my jizz squirt out of my cock right into her face. "You like that, bitch?" I whisper to her. "You like watching me jerk off right in front of you? You're such a slut! I'm going to cum on your slutty little face, you whore! Watch me cum!" And with that the first spurt shot over her face and into her hair. The next landed on her forehead. Another across her nose. And, finally, I milk the last oozing drops of white goo onto her waiting lips. She just lies there, staring at the ceiling. I want to punch her in the face for making me waste the load I was saving for the girl's showers, but I can't stay mad at her. I wipe the dibbling cum off her pretty face with my sheet, then tuck her back into bed. She needs to get some rest so she'll be ready for me when I get home from work. ----------------------------- I hurry through cleaning the classrooms and mopping the hallways, then make my way toward the girl's locker rooms. I scout around, feeling like every person I run into knows exactly what I'm up to. This is friggin' nerve wracking. My investigations lead me to a door just outside the way into the locker rooms. I go through twelve of the keys on my big ring of about forty fucking keys before I find one that unlocks the door. I quickly slip through, pulling my mop and bucket in behind me. I'm in some sort of utility corridor. Pipes and ducts crisscross the ceiling. Along the right side are big, chain-link type cages. Each has a door with a padlock and is filled with piles of old gymnastic equipment, bags of basketballs, rolled up volleyball nets and such. The interesting thing is that these cages are about eight feet tall, and have chain-link tops as well. If I could get up on top of one, I might be able to get to the holes that overlook the showers. The spaces in the cage walls are too small to get a toehold, but halfway down the corridor there's an old wooden step ladder leaned up between two of the cages. I climb up and check it out. There are a couple sheets of plywood laid out up top here and a bunch of cardboard boxes filled with old uniforms. I move one and my heart skips a beat. I see the water pipes that lead into the locker rooms. I can't believe it. I carefully crawl across the plywood (there's only about four feet of space here) and take a peek. The holes in the wall for the pipes to pass through are much bigger than the pipes themselves. Light spills through from the shower area, and I can smell the distinctive odor of the girl's locker rooms. If I angle it just right I can see down into four empty shower stalls. I move down to another pipe a few feet away, and from here I can see two others. This is un-fucking-real! I can hear girl's voices. I pull out my cock in anticipation and stroke it to full erection. They must be over by the lockers, but I don't hear any showers running. I'm probably too late. Fuck. It's at about this moment that I almost piss myself. I hear the door to the corridor open and slam shut. Someone is walking this way. I hold my breath and freeze. This is it. I'm totally screwed. I don't even dare try to put my cock away for fear of the noise I might make. The footsteps stop at the cage I'm on top of. I hear someone undo the padlock, open the door and rummage around in the cage below. I'm on top of the plywood, and shielded by the cardboard boxes, so I can't see them and they can't see me. After a minute or so the door is shut and locked, and whoever it is heads out. I breathe normally once again, and realize I'm soaked with sweat. That was close, but at least now I know I can spy to my heart's content and I can't get caught. This is the perfect set up! All I need now is some fucking naked chicks... ----------------------------- Today, I check in with the boss, do a token pass through a few classrooms, and make my way to the magic corridor. No way I'm going to miss out this time. I make my way down the corridor and already I can hear the loud hiss of at least a dozen showers. My cock is hard by the time I reach the ladder. I climb up, move the box aside, and almost fall backwards in shock. There in front of me is a bare-assed woman. She's on her knees peeking through one of the holes. She's got a tracksuit on, with the bottoms pulled down. A whistle jiggles at the end of the string hanging around her neck as her hand works furiously between her legs. It's the blonde woman I saw on my first day, a young assistant coach for one of the girl's teams. Her small, shapely ass looks amazing in this light. I momentarily fixate on the shifting muscles and smooth skin as she rocks up and down ever so slightly. No wonder this place was the perfect spot, she had set it all up this way. She is focused on the scene in the next room, so she hasn't noticed me. I slowly step down in an attempt to sneak away and the ladder emits a ridiculously loud creak. She barely stifles a squeal of surprise and turns immediately, spotting me standing there on the ladder with a stupid look on my face. She's like a deer in the headlights. Both her hands are cupped over her pussy, as if to preserve her modesty, but otherwise she is motionless. "Uh, sorry," I murmur weakly. I intend to just back away and get the hell out of there, but I hear one of the girls in the showers squeal, and then there's a bunch of giggling. I feel an aching sensation in the pit of my stomach. Only a few more feet and I can see what's going on in there. I look at the woman, who is still paralyzed with shame and embarrassment, and make my decision. I climb up and crawl to the nearest hole in the wall. Her eyes follow me, but she says nothing. I put my eye to the hole and peer through. I gasp at the sights before me. It's like peeking into heaven itself. Three of the four stalls below me are occupied by naked girls. Two are under the water; one soaping herself, the other rinsing off. The third girl is drying herself with a white towel. I quickly unzip my pants and release my insanely hard cock. I grab hold of it and look to my left. My eyes meet with hers. After a moment, she tentatively returns her attention to the peephole before her. I do the same. The one girl is now dry and she squeezes lotion into her palm. The angle is very odd from up here. I'm looking down at the top of her head. I can see her large breasts jutting out and just the tops of her nipples. She puts a foot up on a small stool and bends to put the lotion on her leg. I can see the upper part of the cleft of her thick ass. I watch her fleshy bottom jiggle as she vigorously rubs the lotion in. The lines of her back and along her spine are gorgeous. The strong muscles of her shoulders and lats flex and relax with every motion. I'm stroking my cock slow and steady now. I desperately want to go faster, but I force myself to take it easy. I take a quick glance and see that my new friend is back at it as well. Her hand between her legs moves slowly, her other hand has worked its way up under her sweat top and is massaging her tits. This is fucking perfect. I look back and lotion girl has wrapped a towel around herself and is gathering up her stuff. I turn my attention to the other two. These are no dainties either. One has a bit of a belly and wide hips, but watching her hands sluice the water off her skin is pure poetry. The other is a bit more trim, but has a set of huge juggs. She leans forward and works a wash cloth up and down her ass crack. After a few passes, she really gets in there with it, kind of lifting one leg and scrubbing her asshole. I began to wonder if she is cleaning her ass or playing with herself. That's when another girl came into the empty stall. She is tall and fit, with dark hair. As she's fussing around with getting out her shampoo and such, fuck me if another girl doesn't get in the stall with her. The second girl has deep black skin and slips out of her towel as soon as she slides the curtain closed. The two girls indulge in a long, deep kiss, during which the black girl removes her friend's towel. I'm about ready to blow my load watching these two press their bodies together. I look over, having almost forgotten that I wasn't alone, and notice my partner lean away from her peephole looking somewhat disappointed. I can't hear the sounds of any showers running in that corner and realize that there are no girls over there for her. I nudge over and signal for her to take a look at my peephole. She hesitates, then crawls over. Watching her crawl, with her sweat pants around her knees, was strangely about the sexiest I had ever seen (despite the fact that there were a pair of lesbian coeds going at it right below me). She looked through the hole and gave the slightest sigh of delight. Her hand instantly went to her pussy. I watched as her hand made a rhythmic circular motion down there. Now that she was closer, I could hear the slight sounds of wetness as her fingers did their thing. Without slowing she unzipped her top and shrugged it off her shoulders. She had a little white tank top on that she pulled up to reveal two tiny little tits that were barely more than two pink, puffy nipples. She pinched and pulled at each in turn as the pace of her hand quickened between her legs. I watched in amazement, my cock gripped tight in my fist. I didn't yet dare stroke it or I would have blasted my load all over her bare hip. She looked over at me with a somewhat guilty expression. She scooched a few inches over and motioned for me to look. I moved up and joined her at the peephole. Our cheeks were nearly touching, and I could feel a few wisps of her hair tickling my ear. Down below the black girl is on her knees, the white girl standing, straddling the black girl's face. The white girl's hands frantically roam over her own body, rubbing her chest, and her stomach, and grabbing the black girl's head and pushing it harder against her pussy. As she throws her head back, straining to contain her moans of pleasure, she continues to hump her lover's face. Up here, we have pressed closer, each of us eager to get a better view of the action. Our faces brush together now and then. Her shoulder rubs against mine, and I can feel the jerky motion of her masturbation. I carefully unbutton and lower my pants. The bare flesh of her hip is soon against mine. I move my hand in long, slow strokes feeling like every nerve in my cock is exploding with the most intense sensations I have ever felt. The white girl pulls the other up to her feet. They are the only ones in the shower area now. She turns her around an pushes her forward. The black girl, thrusts her ass out and spreads her stance. Her friend squats down, spreads those firm black ass cheeks, and begins to suck her pussy from behind. This provokes a strong reaction from my horny little coach. She groans and her motions speed up. I can feel her grinding fast and hard against her hand now. Under her breath I can barely hear her saying "That's it, suck that cunt, Jenna. Suck Shana's tight black cunt hole. Lick her clit, suck it, fuck her with your sweet tongue, baby." That did it for me, I couldn't hold back a second longer. With three quick pumps I felt the beginnings of an orgasm unlike anything I could have imagined. My balls tightened and my ass clenched as I felt the first surge flowing out of my cock and splattering against the cinder block wall inches in front of me. Before I realized what was happening, I felt the coach's hand at the end of my cock, and I blew the rest of my load into her hand. Without taking her eye away from Jenna circling Shana's asshole with her tongue, she licks a glob of my sperm from the palm of her hand. Then she quickly slips her hand back between her legs and resumes working over her pussy like crazy. She smears my cum all over her pussy and rubs her clit faster and faster. Then, with a great gulp of air, she crouches into a tight ball and spasms with orgasm. She does this again and again, as each wave seems to pass through her entire body. I hear a muffled cry coming from the showers below, but I don't take my eyes off of my friend up here. She remains crouched on her knees, face hidden from me, catching her breath. I can see a sheen of sweat that glistens on every bit of exposed skin. I realize, too, how sweaty I am and pull off my shirt. She turns her head away from me. I don't know what to do next. Does she want me to leave? Is that it? As I reach for my shirt, she shifts. She turns her back to me and I watch. She pulls the little tank top bunched up under her arms off, then reaches back and pushes her sweat pants down to her ankles. If it wasn't for her sneakers I think she would have taken them off completely. I watch dumbly as she moves up onto all fours and moves her knees apart a bit more. Even in the dim light, my eyes have adjusted enough to have a pretty good view of her bald pussy and tiny ass now. Whatever she is up to, I'm loving it. Her legs are thin, and her hips are narrow. She is skinny, but well-muscled. I see her fingers back between her legs, slowing stroking the area around her pussy. Some more cum has dribbled out and it coats my still hard cock as I begin to stroke it again. I watch the shadowy show and see her fingers now gliding along her wet lips. After a few moments of this, her middle finger disappears insider her. She wiggles it around in there and her hips begin to move too. She pulls her finger out and I can clearly hear the wet, sucking sound it makes. She gently lets her fingertips play across her clit, while her other hand reaches around and caresses her ass cheek. She is now on her knees, with her ass in the air, and her shoulders and head resting on the dirty, rough plywood beneath us. I watch her squeeze her ass and rub it a bit more, then she slides her hand around to her pussy. She dips a finger into her wet hole and draw some moisture from there and spreads it on her asshole. I can't help but lean in to try to get a better view. She tickles herself there for a few more seconds then uses two fingers to spread the area open, fully exposing her asshole to me. She continues to play with her clit, and gives her butt a little wiggle, like she's inviting me over. She came while watching that girl get her ass licked, so maybe that's what she wants. I carefully move to her and lower my face to her uplifted ass. She stops wiggling and spreads herself a bit wider. Looks like I'm reading the signals right. As I lower my mouth, she lifts her ass to meet me. The musky scent of pussy mixed with sweat and my own cum fills my nose as my lips make contact with her asshole. She moves her hand and grabs one of her cheeks and spreads her ass as best as she can. I slide my tongue out and let it glide over her hole. She moans and begins fingering herself faster. I take hold of her other cheek and between the two of us we have her small little ass spread as wide as it will go. I move my tongue back and forth across her asshole. I can feel her anus tighten and relax with each pass. I run my mouth along the length of her sweat drench crack, eliciting a moan each time I return to her asshole. She's grinding her butt into my face now, and I'm delirious with joy. As I bathe her ass with my tongue, I continue to work my cock. She has jammed three fingers into her cunt and is fucking her fingers intensely. I twirl my tongue around her butt a few more times, then make it as stiff as I can and push it into her asshole as far as I am able. She goes wild with this and pushes back against my face, begging me to fuck her ass with my tongue. I can't keep this up for very long, so I pull my tongue out and move my finger into that area. "Yes," she whispers and I rub my index finger over the contours of her asshole before easing it inside. Her anus is like a tight ring around my finger as I push it deeper and deeper inside. I twist it around in there and I can feel her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. What a freaky sensation! She is really going at it now, letting out tiny little squeaks of pleasure as she nears another orgasm. I fuck her ass with my finger and jerk my cock at the same time. At Work with My Cock Ch.02 With a series of violent thrusts, both in her cunt and in her asshole, she cums. I don't know if it is one orgasm, or four, but that girl just keeps on cumming and cumming for what seems like a full minute. I could feel the muscles inside her ass contracting and tightening again and again around my finger. When they finally relax, I reluctantly pull my finger out. She takes one more shuddering breath, then reaches around with both hands and once again spreads her ass cheeks. With one finger she taps her asshole, as if pointing there. I know what to do now. I shuffle forward a bit and speed up my jacking. I stare at her red little pucker and swollen pussy and stroke my cock faster and faster. I thrust my hips forward, just enough to rub the head of my cock on her still wet asshole. It feels so good. Looking at this girl with her ass in the air, spread wide just for me is too amazing to believe. This time the tingle starts at the back of my neck and spreads down my back. I press the tip of my penis hard against her asshole and let my cum jet out onto her. After I squeeze the last drops into her crack, I just rub it around there. The slick sensation of my cock sliding over her ass is too wonderful to let it end. She seems content to let me do this as long as I want, however, and I enjoy every minute of it. Eventually, my cock begins to wilt and I ease back and relax. She rolls over onto her back and stretches. I can see every one of her ribs and the hollow lines of her belly as she goes through these motions. Her flat chest appears even flatter in this pose. One of her hands absently fondles her nipples, while she holds the other near her nose and seems to be enjoying the aroma. A satisfied smile is clearly visible on her lips. "The softball team has another practice on Friday..." she says in a husky voice, her eyes indicating the peep hole we recently shared. "I'll be here. I'll definitely be here." With that we both dress without saying another word. I go down the ladder first. She slides a box of uniforms over, hiding our secret place, and climbs down. I want to kiss her, or something, but she just winks and heads off down the corridor. I gather my mop bucket and head off in the opposite direction. The rest of night goes by in a blur. I finish up work, take the bus home and amble down my sidewalk. I could still smell her on my finger. I replay the scene in my head at least a hundred times. I begin to doubt that it had even happened. What I see next convinces me that I am, in fact, dreaming. There, sitting on the steps of my building, is the girl I met in the porno room at my video store. Un-fucking-believable. She perks up when she spots me and flashes me the biggest, most cutest smile I have ever witnessed.