Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2007 08:59:23 -0500
From: Edward Rivera <majalistic@gmail.com>
Subject: Bookworm - Part 2 (TG)

          I wake up the following morning, and I can still remember the
taste.  I nearly stop myself from applying lip gloss, so that I don't have
to think about it, but I worry that if I don't keep up my disguise, he'll
see through it.  I touch it to my lips and recall the sensation I felt when
I gave him that forbidden kiss.  I realize I'll need to come up with an
excuse, any excuse, or he'll want a repeat performance.  I'll need good
excuses, and ones that will last me a few days, but for now, I'll just say
I have a sore throat.
     Either way, it won't really be a lie.
     I feel as if people are watching me during my classes, and worry that
Trevor might have told the whole school already.  I realize, though, that
when I get up from my chair to pick up a pencil, there are eyes all over my
body, and not least of all on my backside, which seems to get the most
attention.  I make sure to hold firmly onto my pencils for the rest of the
day.  I try to eat to calm my nerves, but the food isn't appetizing, so I
skip lunch.
     The library lights are dim, and today is particularly bleak outside,
as the sky is completely overcast and dark, and the rain is relentless, but
mostly calm.  I stare out the window and practice my line, over and over
again, and for a moment, I remember looking up at Trevor, while he finally
got the relief he desperately needed.  I start to wonder just how much
protein was involved, when I feel a hand on my shoulder, and then he stands
at my side, and pulls me into his chest.
     "Hi, Sara."
     A muster out a "hi" but I've mostly lost my breath.  He scared me, and
now that I've not had proper time to ready myself for his approach, I'm
flustered and confused.  He snuck up on me. He presses a package into my
hand and motions with his head.  I start to open it, looking more scared
than excited.
     Inside is a stuffed bunny, pink and cute, and the bunny is laying on a
book.  I lift up the doll, and hold it to me, to show my appreciation,
which is genuine, as I've never really received gifts.  The book is a
fantasy book that I've wanted to read, but the library never had it.  I
start to cry.  Trevor seems upset by this, and tries to comfort me.
     "No, it's all right, I've just never had people get me things before."
     Trevor smiled, and hugged me to him.  "It's not the last thing you'll
get from me, I promise.  I heard you talking about that book and knew I had
to get you it.  And you seemed like the bunny type," he said, a curious
look in his eye.
     "Well, thank you."
     There was a silence, and I blushed and looked away.  Trevor pulled me
closer to him, again.  He reached behind me and grabbed around my thighs,
and went up to my bum.  I looked elsewhere, so that he couldn't see my
reaction, but I felt his.  The monster between his legs is pressing up
against my tummy now, and all reason falls from my mind.
     "So, how are you?"
     I am anxious to get to my excuse, before it's too late, and I reply,
"I'm great, thanks," before I realize what I've said.
     Trevor takes my hand and reaches down to his crotch.  I feel him
straining to get out.
     "Well, I've got a little problem, myself," he says, and urges me to
unzip his fly, which I do, my mind racing to find another suitable excuse.
"I've been thinking about this cute girl named Sara all day, and she's got
me pretty wound up."
     I reach in to pull him out.  I start to stroke him, a bit, but it's
difficult from my angle.  I realize it'll be easier if I sit him down, and
then I can give him a handjob and be done with it, but then he says, "And I
was thinking that, since Sara didn't want any oral action for herself, she
might want to get some mutual satisfaction in another way," he said, and
reached under my skirt.
     I drop to my knees and opened my mouth, put my tongue to the tip.  I
look up, and he is paralyzed, which was what I was hoping for.  I must look
wild eyed, as I am more scared of Trevor now than I ever had been, even the
previous day.  More than anything else, I don't want him to know my secret,
and right now, that means keeping him busy.  He looks at me with awe for a
second, and then anticipation starts to build.  I look away from him, down
at the growing member that lay in front of me, and lick it once, twice.
     I feel the precum on my tongue.  I know that taste, now.  His hand
starts to rub the back of my head, and I know that I'm in it 'till the end.
     My lips touch down and the hand urges me forward, and I start to bob
back and forth.  This time, he picks up my hand, and I use it together with
my mouth to suckle on him.  The other hand I reach up to his body, and I'm
entangled in him, now.  He urges me further and further, and I realize he
wants me to deepthroat him, but I'm not sure if I can handle it.  I open
wide as much as I can, and slide forward.  I hold my breath, and let him
pull me forward, down all the way.  My eyes are wide and fearful, I can
feel his cock in my throat, and I'm very aware of what I'm doing now.  I
tear up, and I look up at his face, which is nothing but appreciation for
the petite little girl that's swallowed him.  The petite little girl,
however, feels her secret start to stir, and I know that, for some reason,
my own penis is reacting.  I try to put it out of my mind.  He's so big
that I can't even breath through my nose, and I can't believe what I'm
doing.  I feel a gag building but I try to suppress it, and Trevor rocks
back and forth slightly, both hands caressing the back of my head and neck.
I feel precum dripping down my throat, and I look confused, unsure.  Trevor
is sure of what he wants, though.  I try to pull off but Trevor gently
urges me to continue, and I concede to that.  The gag builds up, and
eventually, I can't help it, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
I pull off the shaft, and gasp for air, and hang out my tongue.  It must be
quite the view for Trevor, who looks at my lips and tongue longingly.  I
try to hide that my skirt is standing up all its own.
     "Did you like that?" he asks, and I don't know what to say.  Rather
than have to muster out words, I pull myself forward, and go down again,
careful this time to get as deep a breath as possible.  In response, he
says, "oh, Sara!" and starts to thrust himself.  I use my hand and start to
bob up and down on him, and I feel his orgasm building.  I smile in spite
of myself.
     But it doesn't come. He doesn't!  I don't know why, but I get him all
the way, and then I feel him struggling.  Is he having a hard time?
     After a couple of minutes of that, my mouth is tired, my lips are
sore, and I've got tears a plenty on my cheeks.  I want nothing more than
for Trevor to cum now, so that we can say our goodbyes, and I can go home,
lie on my bed and try to forget the whole ordeal, with an ice pack to
console my aching jaw.
     I start to rely on my hand, and keep my lips tight around him, moving
up and down slightly, and my knees are aching.  I feel it build again, and
I feel myself starting to get antsy, and I look up at him and dare him.
"Cum in my mouth," I say with my eyes, just to get him off.  It seems like
it's working, and I start to suck on him, up and down, with the last of my
strength, ever urging him to continue, and smiling for him.  He's almost
there, getting closer, and I get ready to swallow it quickly, and just
before it hits, he stops me, and pulls away.
     "Not yet," he says, grinning.
     He sits down in front of me.  I don't know what he wants, until he
beckons me closer.  I sit on my heels, which is easier on my knees, and
lean my body forward until I'm between his legs.  We're both on the floor
now, and so I can look forward at him, as he leans back into a comfortable
position.  I put my mouth around him, again, and drop myself down to
continue the process.  The change has made me a bit sturdier, but I'm still
exhausted.  Soon, Trevor gets up on his knees, and starts to fuck my face,
essentially.  It's a much more comfortable position for both of us, which
is not saying much, as it's not comfortable to have Trevor's huge dick in
my mouth, and my throat.  He can really thrust in and out now, and he does,
and a hand is on my hand, and the other is on my ass, rubbing me.  He even
occasionally puts a finger up to my hole, moving the underwear aside, and
to my surprise, I can feel an urge building in me, but nothing can come of
it without more stimulation.
     He grabs both cheeks, now, and pulls my butt forward to make my body
move forward, which, of course, brings my head forward into him, and he
thrusts wildly.  I realize now he was saving up his orgasm so that he could
give me the fullest, tastiest meal.  Thanks, Trevor.
     "Sara, Sara!" he calls out, far too loudly, and I know there's no one
in the library or they'd have come running.  "Sara! I'm gonna cum in your
mouth!"
     He fucks my face now, which is deep red, and blows a wad of thick
butter into my mouth, which I swallow.  He strokes my body all over, and I
wish that I could get relief, myself.  There's a delay before the second
wad, and when it does come, it shoots all over my tongue, and I can't
really swallow it.  The third and fourth wash it down well, however, and
Trevor makes sure to reach everywhere inside, so that I can't help but
taste it.  I realize now, this will not be my second and last blowjob.
Trevor's still cuming, and spanks my ass, hard, and I close down around his
dick, but make sure not to bite.
     He finishes up, and I lick my lips, which are mostly numb.  He
collapses backwards, and pulls me down on top of him.  I make sure that my
unsatisfied desire remains hidden from him in sight and touch, and lay
there with him.  I'm not hungry anymore.
     "I love you, Sara," he says.
     "Was it good?" I reply, wanting to change the subject, but he can see
the look on my face and the scarlet blush.
     "It was great."
     "I'm glad."
     "So, we kinda rushed in to that today, but, next time, do you wanna go
all the way?  I just want to know if you're ready."
     I'm too tired to argue properly.  I throw out an excuse.
     "Well, right now, I'm worried about pregnancy, and all that."
     "Oh, okay.  You seemed to like it when I touched your ass, though.  We
can do anal, then," he says, and fondles my bum.  I know that, tomorrow,
I'll have to take it, like the girl that Trevor thinks I am.  Every part of
my body, especially my ass, argues against it, but I don't know what to
say.  Trevor has outsmarted me.  He's tricked me, somehow.
     "Okay, Trevor.  For you," I say.
     "For you, too," he says, and I feel the bulge in my crotch still
waiting.  I worry that tomorrow, it'll get what it wants, but not the way
that it wants it.  Trevor pulled back today to show how long he could last.
     But how long could my ass last, with Trevor Lebon, big man
(literally!) on campus, pouding away at it?  It almost seemed like a dream,
but I knew it wouldn't feel like a dream, when he introduced his favorite
sausage to my nearly unwilling, puckered hole.
     "Do you think you'll like anal?" he asks, and I look down at his
semi-erect cock.  Oh my god.
     "Bring lots of lube," I say, and the boy in me is in the corner,
frightened more than anything.

END Part 2