The Search For Sam

"Don't worry," Tom called over to Helen. "Anna and I will go out and look around. We'll see if we can find him."

Taking his girlfriend by the hand, he led her out of the shindig and into the yard while the party-goers continued to dance to the music. "Do you think anything's happened to him?" she asked as she carefully watched where she stepped, not wanting to trip and fall in the darkness. They were heading in the direction of a huge tree that dominated one side of the grounds, and she knew how tricky tree roots can sometimes be. All around them they could hear the nighttime noises of crickets chirping, frog croaking, and the occasional hoot of an owl. The wind rustled through the leaves and there were other unidentified sounds of gurgling.

"Sam?" Tom replied, stopping under the tree and pulling Anna in close to him. "Naw, he'll be fine. He plays on the defensive line." In their circle of friends, college life revolved around football, sororities, and fraternities. And making out. Which is what Tom was planning on doing now.

Their kiss was long and passionate, with plenty of lip action and tongue movement. When they broke the kiss, she could feel his erection pressing in the crotch of her witch's outfit. With one arm still around her waist, holding her flattened up against him, he reached for her wrist with his free hand. When she felt him pulling on her hand, trying to direct it to the bulge in his pirate's pants, she laughed and moved away from him a few inches. "I knew it!" she continued to giggle as she allowed him to put her hand over his 'junk'. "We didn't come out here to look for Sam at all. You just want me to get you off!"

They kissed again, Tom leaning against the massive girth of the oak tree while Anna was fondling him through his trousers. For his part, Tom the pirate was groping one of Anna's breasts. But when he tried to open up the front of her dress to expose her boobs, she would not let him. So, he had to settle for reaching inside the low-cut neckline of her black dress. Slipping his hand inside the top of her bra was difficult. Tom never would understand women; Anna had on no panties but was wearing a bra. "Brrr, that's cold."

Looking into Tom's face, his features just barely perceivable in the dim light of the quarter moon, Anna asked, "What's cold?"

"A witch's tit."

She smacked his chest playfully and sank to her knees, Tom's hand sliding from the top of her dress. "Alright, matey," Anna said, trying to do her own version of 'pirate-speak'. "Let's see what sort of buried treasure may be a'hiding here."

The pants with broad, alternating vertical stripes of black and white did not have a zipper. The fly was secured by two buttons. Snapping them open, Anna snaked her hand inside and hauled out Tom's Jolly Roger. "Avast," she chirped, "It be Moby Dick!"

Holding Tom's cock before her eyes with her right hand, she reached up with her left. Using the tip of her middle finger, she smeared the pre-cum oozing from the slit all over the spongy head. Releasing her grip, she cradled his shaft with the palms of both hands, fingers extended and pointed skyward. Rubbing the length of man-meat back and forth, she gave him a penis massage.

Soon, however, Anna got down to business. The nice thing about a zipperless fly was that she did not have to worry about delicate skin getting snagged by cruel metal teeth. Again her hand went inside Tom's pants, pulling out his balls this time. With her left hand cupping those precious treasures carefully, she began to pump on his dick.

"Oh, yes," Tom sighed, pressing his back against the trunk of the tree, his arms down at his side and his palms in contact with the bark. A cloud briefly passed in front of the pale moon, making the shaded area under the tree even darker. Tom's moans and sighs competed with the sounds of the nearby woods as Anna concentrated on getting him off. Gone was all of her earlier frivolousness. Her eyebrows were knitted as she worked and jerked that cock aimed straight at her face. She wanted her boyfriend to 'bust his nut' in an intense, mind-blowing orgasm. She wanted to conduct him to the Nirvana of an ejaculation.

But as much as she was focussed on pleasuring that cock, as much as she was fixated on it, what happened next caught her by surprise. Maybe it was the absence of illumination. Maybe it was the strange sounds swirling around her head. But whatever the reason, she did not pick up on the signs that he was about to cum.

With a sharp intake of air, Tom started firing. The first volley from his cum-cannon smacked her straight in the eye. Although she yelped and jerked back her head, she did not cease jerking him off. In fact, she increased her pumping, making that carronade discharge projectile after projectile of warm, gooey sperm. Her face was splattered repeatedly by the spewing spunk. It oozed down her cheeks to dangle from the tip of her chin.

And through it all, she did not falter. Bravely Anna remained with her face as Tom's target, coating her pretty features with a glaze of jizm. Finally he was done, and she released him, resting back on her heels and squinting up at him. One of her eyes was plastered shut by baby-batter.

"Eww! Gross!" Muffy said as she stumbled out from behind the other side of the wide oak. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to swallow, Anna?" Muffy asked as she opened her mouth to reveal a generous glob of cum on her tongue. She gulped it down and grinned drunkenly. Tom peered around the tree trunk to see Rob, the team's quarterback, lying there propped up against the tree. His pants were down around his ankles and he was passed out from too much **** or fellatio.

Now Tom and Anna understood what those gurgling noises had been.