Poetry Night!

It is some time later, and you had a day of of debauchery. It was filled with groping teachers/students of every size and shape, with enough sex to last anyone a lifetime. You had sexual encounters with nearly every school position (and in almost every position) of campus life, from the freshmen through seniors, professors, deans, and everything in between. Taking a seat on a stone slab chair, outside in the cool air, the night sky unveils its glory; a dark-ish blue, lit up brightly by the full moon. Looking up, enjoying the view, a small glimmer of light catches your eye to the side. Turning around, you look toward the student union building, and see lights flashing by the floor level. A sign decorated in glitter, dances in the moon's rays, luring you. A sound, like someone presenting a speech, flutters through the air, and rests in your ears. Interested, you walk towards the direction to check out the commotion.

Reading the sign, you see "Poetry Night! We have a open mic for people of all skill and talent! Try out now! Time: 6:30 PM. Place: Ballroom 2A." You already hear a muffled echo from the inside of the building. Knowing its well past 6:30, you hurry past the food courts, and student lounge area, and make your way quickly to the sounds coming from the ballroom ahead. Seeing a notepad and some names on a empty podium, you figure someone was taking entry, and guess they took a bathroom break, as you take a gander inside. "Well, give it up for Mozart Mimes, and their interpretation of moldy bread! Now lets have our next guess, a regular here, Shades of May!"

Looking around, eyes still adjusting to the dimly lit room, you see its actually a pretty good crowd. You see donuts, coffee, tea, and what appears to be granola in the corner, as well as a assortments of desserts and cookies to choose from. There are also various females of interest to pick, sitting in metal chairs surrounding the front of the stage. Looking at the moderator, you see she isn't pretty bad herself, wearing gray sweat pants and a orange hoodie, with frizzy brunette hair, and a multi-color flower wreath to boot. Making your way upstage to your target, you plan to make some "duet art" for the crowd with the moderator, when someone else appears.

A blacked haired beauty steps to the mic with slender, black pants, and a shirt cut just short enough to see her belly button. Even though it was dimly lit in the room, she also seemed to have really pale gray skin. She gets ready to step up to the mic, as you push yourself past the crowd, and help yourself up to the stage. "For those of you who are new here, my name is Shades of May, and my poem will be Checkout Price."

"Who am I
what am I.
A shiny quartz stone,
or recycled scum,
on the
heels of the government politicians,
who will never look my way. You can
take my money,
but never my voice..."

Quickly taking the mic from May, you address the crowd below. "And I am the great JohnDini, and I will be preforming a amazing jump through a hoop of fire, backwards on a tricycle! It will be amazing, marvelous, SPECTACULAR!!!" you say with a booming voice. However the crowd pays zero attention to you, and all eyes are still on May. "Tough crowd" you comment with a little jealousy, even though you know full well, the red orb makes it impossible for anyone to hear or see you. Looking back at May, you noticed she still is saying her lines, regardless without the mic. Adjusting the mic back to its stand, you prop it back, and adjust yourself behind her, and place you hand on the back of her black jeans.

"Well dang!" Not expecting her tush to be this big from behind, you continue to fondle and harass her bottom like a madman while she continues expressing herself to the audience below.

"I am the image of the Earth,
the eagle that hides within the peaks
of the mountain"

"I know there is some peaks I would like to see", you think, as you move your hands up to the hem of her shirt, and pull it straight up, exposing her bra strapped chest. It actually took a little bit of effort, as the shirt was way thicker that what you initially saw, although it could have been due to the dim lights. Contrary to what you though you saw at first, her breasts surprisingly was at least a size D, hidden within the abyss of the material . You started to fondle with them, while the audience is looking on, and it makes you get hard very quickly. You see reactions of profound interest, and some people in deep reflection thinking about the words that Mary is delivering on stage.

"My treasure is in
me
and will not
be exposed!!!"

Taking that a your cue, you unclasp the back of her bra, letting her gray, milky tits rest unrestrained, bathing in the stage-light to be admired by all who would glance her way. "I am not a trophy to be won, a piece of meat to be used..."

"YEAH!!!!!!!! you yell at the top of your voice, as unclasp her belt and unzip her pants. You pull them down, along with here appropriately matching black panties to her ankles, and slip your full mast member into the center of her womanhood.

"The ...fruits of my ... labor are many, and my body ....pure and whiter than bleach..."

On and on she goes on for a good minute, still keeping up her tone and rhythm like a champ, even as you continue to ram her, tits flopping up and down with every trust. The audience getting stirred up, started saying exclamations like "Preach!" and "You go girl!" as you feel the deepest part of her womb each sloppy thrust within her. You are getting closer and closer to climax. Being in euphoria, you don't notice May getting ready to end, and suddenly she says out loud: "I'm am the highest value worth more than 80 cents to a man's dollar, and you can't afford me!" and then takes a bow. The sudden movement, and May bending her ass to you puts you over the top, creaming her insides not unlike some of the stuffed spongy deserts by the coffee.

"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Shades of May" the moderator says, as the audience snaps their fingers in applause, you snapping half hazardously due to your tiredness. The moderator shakes May's hand, not even caring that her tits are on display, and and bottoms pulled down past her knees, pussy with hot cum pouring out. She shuffles down the stage , leaving a messy trail from her legs, as her ass is swaying behind her, and you ponder what to do next, fully satisfied from the encounter. You could stay here, and see what else poetry night has to offer, or see to the moderator on the mic, using her as a "final act." You could go explore the rest of school, or go somewhere else, as you been at the school for a pretty long time. Giving it a though, you pause, until the audience dies down, and the moderator says:" Let's give it u for...!" and you decide that...

(::From the Chapter Author:: Been having a massive writer's block. Feel free to add to this story, or send it to anyone interested. I really like to see other people's perspectives, and it really helps me with my work. Thank you guys!)