Long Odds

Wilma makes her way back to the party. After the exercise, she feels she needs a little snack.

She strides up to the bar.

“Can I get some fried clams and a beer.”

The zombie like bar tender nods. A few minutes later there is a plate of clams and a cold beer in front of her.

As she savors the chewy, salty, meat, she spots a scrawny, bespectacled, college aged boy. He’s not much to look at and it almost seems like he’s trying to hide. Still, he undoubtedly has a cock.

Wilma finishes her clam strips, licks her fingers and begins walking toward the boy.

“Hi, I’m Wilma.”

The boy gives her a ‘who me’ look.

“I’m…ah…I’m…Chris.”

“Well, Chris, you’re going to follow me out into the corridor and I’m going to suck your cock.”

“What?”

Wilma grabs him by the hand and doesn’t take no for an answer. After all, he’s a little minnow and she’s a great white.

She pulls down his pants and is surprised by how long and well endowed he is.

Fuck that thing is mouthful, she thinks.

“I…you’re…going to what…I mean…oh!”

She wraps her lips around his cock and wonders if he’s a virgin.

Above her he moans. It doesn’t take long for him to cum. Wilma swallows most of it, rolling the rest around in her mouth and savoring the rich salty taste.

“That was incredible.”

Chris’s eyes are as wide as saucers.

“I expect we’ll do this again?”

He nods vigorously, not that he really has a choice.

As the boy pulls up his pants a voice booms.

Wilma time for class.