A Handjob

"Hey, big boy," Michelle patted the couch next to her. "Why don't you come up here and sit beside me?"

A big grin spread across Gerard's face as he rose to his feet. Michelle brought her legs together and pushed her dress back down over her legs. As soon as the husky man plopped down beside her, Michelle was leaning over his lap, opening his pants. He did not say or do anything, just sat there with one arm at his side, the other thrown over the back of the couch. Once she had obtained access, Michelle snaked her hand inside his clothing and hauled out what was actually an impressive cock. Just not so impressive when compared to that black anaconda of Sam's.

Michelle knew that, of course. She had been 'up close and personal' with Gerard's junk many, many times since her arrival here. So she was not disappointed and even sucked in her breath, exclaiming, "You really have a great penis, Gerard. I could play with it all day if you would let me."

Instinctively, both of them looked at the closed door to Berger's bedroom. When they realized what they had done, they startling giggling. "I don't think your father would much approve."

"No, I guess he wouldn't," she agreed and started sliding her hand up and down Gerard's shaft. She had perfected her technique at finishing school. Theoretically, contact with boys was supposed to be very limited and very strictly supervised. But there were ways around that. Exterior doors that should have been locked that were unlocked. Holes in the stone walls surrounding the campus that were hidden by bushes. An illicit pass key that was circulated among certain students. She continued pumping on Gerard's erection, and when he leaned in towards her, she tilted her back, offering her lips to him.

He dropped his arm off the back of the sofa to embrace her shoulders and his other hand went to her bust, fondling her small breasts through her clothing. As if to match her partner's use of two hands, Michelle reached back inside his pants to cup and fondle he balls. After several minutes of intense kissing, all the while continuing to jerk him off, she glanced down at the pink cock in her hand. How strange the color seemed compared to Sam's. There was a clear drop of pre-cum on the head, and as she watched (and stroked) more of it oozed out. She smiled. It would not be long now.

Looking up once more, she resumed their kissing, their tongues dancing and exploring. By now Gerard had undone a couple of the top buttons on her dress and had his hand inside, squeezing her oh-so-small but oh-so-perfect and pliant boobie.

"Mmmm," Gerard moaned a short time later, and pulling her head back slightly, she could see that his eyes were closed, his lips were parted, and he was breathing through his mouth. With as small smile of triumph, Michelle started jerking him off faster. So fast that her hand became a blur along that shaft until...

He exploded. Skyrockets of ropey sperm shot up in the air. The man was grunting repeatedly and she girl was jerking furiously, as blast after blast of the hot jism discharged from his dick.

By the time he had finished and his eyes had slowly opened, Michelle's dainty fist and his softening cock were covered with his white, sticky spunk. Reaching in his back pocket, he offered her his handkerchief and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth.