Stacy and Harold Go Streaking
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Copyright 2011 by Ernest Winchester
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Stacy and Harold Go Streaking
By Ernest Winchester
“Hey.” Stacy stared at Harold until she was sure she had his attention.
He in turn, reluctantly gave her his attention, fearful of the smirk that was affixed to those beautiful full lips. Finally he could hold back no longer, even though he feared what she was about to say. He had no clue, but the longer she held the smirk, the more he was convinced that it wasn’t going to be good. “What?” He said softly, certain that he was going to regret his response.
“Let’s go streaking.”
Harold had been right to wait before putting the three ketchup-coated French-fries into his mouth. He surly would have spit them out if he hadn’t. “What!” He held the fries in midair, his eyes locked into her beautiful blues. They were bluer than usual and Harold assumed it was due to the bright blue sky over the outdoor dining area. They had left the campus to have a late afternoon lunch at a nearby fast food restaurant. “Didn’t that go out in the sixties?”
“Oh, people are always going naked.”
“In a nudist camps, maybe. They’re expected to do it there. Here we could get arrested.”
“No.” Stacy wanted to down play that possibility. “Hey, aren’t you the guy who told me before that you wanted to enjoy life with me?”
“Yeah.” But that had been in the middle of the first semester, the first time they had had sex. He certainly hadn’t expected to still be with her now that the school year was nearing an end. A period of time that sadden him to think he wouldn’t see her all summer. No girl before had ever effected him like Stacy.
“Well then, you’re going to have to prove it.”
“But Stacy…”
Stacy glance around to see if anyone was within earshot. “Do this with me and I’ll give you something you’ve never had before.” The smirk widened and the pink tip of her tongue protruded from between her lips. The seductive twinkle in her eyes made him hold his breath.
“What?” He decided that he’d have to stop using that word. Each time he did, something else came out of her that shocked him.
“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass. I’m a virgin back there.”
Harold gulped hard as Stacy began wiggling in her seat, dancing as if she couldn’t sit still at the thought. She plucked one of his fries out of his hand and began seductively licking away the ketchup from the end. Next she closed her lips over half the fry and sucked it clean of the condiment.
Harold again swallowed hard. “And if we get arrested, it’ll be my virgin ass getting fucked at three am in a jail cell.”
“Well, see, there you go. Either way you’ll get something virgin.”
“Very funny.”
“Come on! Let’s do it.”
“I think we should think this over a little.”
“What’s there to think about? You either do it, or you don’t.”
What Harold wanted to think about was getting on his laptop back at his apartment and checking the Internet to see what the penalty was if they should be arrested. His original plan of taking Stacy to his room in the off campus house could wait a few minutes once they got there.
“We could do it now. Strip in the bathrooms and carry our clothes back to the campus.”
“No way. Something like that should be on campus and only then with a little planning.” Actually it was hard for Harold to think of anything but the prospect of bending Stacy over and ramming his cock into that lovely little brown hole that he’d had limited playtime with before. He could imagine the tightness he would experience, recalling what it had felt like with only a finger in it. From the first time they had sex onward, the idea of doing that had not only been on his mind, but seemed to be mentioned in many of their conversations. Stacy was more than a bit of a tease. Nevertheless, this was the first time she had firmly stated that she would be willing. In fact, from the way she had been squirming in her seat, he was beginning to think she was eager.
They quickly finished their lunches, leaving some of it uneaten, and strolled back to his apartment, their pace quickening as they passed through the neighborhood of the rented house.
At first they had held hands, fingers interlaced, as they walked along under the unusually warm spring sun but their palms soon became damp with perspiration and Harold shook loose the grip to slide his hand across the seat of Stacy’s shorts, removing the moisture before sliding his fingers into the hip pocket over her right ass cheek. They remained there, as Harold relished the feel of her glute flexing under his hand. Stacy matched his action and, locked in such a lovers’ hold, they approached the old house on which three of the university’s students shared the rent.
The fifty-year old, three-bedroom house that Harold and two other students rented, matched many houses rented to college students in that neighborhood. Of the three that rented this particular house, each had a bedroom, though one of the male students had a live-in girlfriend so at that time, four people resided there. There was the expected friction over sharing the utilities, with Harold and the one student without a live fuck-doll initially thinking that the bills should be divided four ways and the mated pair claiming that they only had one bedroom, therefore should pay one-third. Over the last few months though, Harold slowly shifted his alliance due to the fact that Stacy was becoming more often a visitor in his bedroom. Though she had to return to her dorm by curfew, Harold and Stacy were looking forward to the coming year when she would be free of the restrictions of a freshman.
His hand didn’t come out of her hip pocket until he had to remove it to unlock the door.
They were barely inside, when Harold pulled Stacy to him, sliding his arms around her and drawing her into a heated embrace. Her large, firm breasts, covered loosely in a bright yellow tube-top, pressed into his chest. Stacy’s arms surrounded Harold’s neck to tighten the ensuing kiss that locked their mouths together as their tongues entwined. Harold’s hands slid down Stacy’s back, coming to a halt at her ass where they cupped and squeezed the cheeks that he so loved to fondle.
Stacy broke the kiss to lean back and look up into his eyes. “Thinking about it, aren’t you?” She wiggled her behind, giving his hands added pleasure. “Just think how tight that hole will be.”
“Yeah.” And the thing that hole would be tight around quickly began growing.
“So, let’s do it.”
“Okay. Oh, wait. You’re talking about the streaking, aren’t you?”
“Of course. You’ve got to bare yours before you can fuck mine.”
Harold considered chastising her for her language, but considered it a borderline call. When they had sex, her language was a turn on for him and he was often guilty as well.
“Let me check my computer.” Harold took her hand and led her into his bedroom.
“What in the hell will you find on the computer that would have anything to do with us streaking?”
“I don’t know just yet.” He was hoping it would be enough to dissuade her from the silly idea. To run naked across even a small part of the campus wasn’t as appealing to him as it obviously was to her.
Harold sat on the bed, opened his laptop and Stacy sat beside him, snuggling against his shoulder. He keyed in ‘Laws against streaking’ and clicked on it.
“Since when are there laws against streaking?” Stacy was reading over his shoulder, or more precisely, over his hands.
“Ever heard of indecent exposure.”
“That’s for dirty old men wearing nothing but raincoats.”
Harold was quickly reading and scrolling. “I was off a decade. Says here it peaked in the early seventies.” He did a quick mental calculation. That would have been when his parents were in college, big in the anti-war movement. As he scanned further, he came upon the information that many people lumped anti-war protestors, hippies, and streakers together and vilified the whole lot. He couldn’t imagine his parents streaking. Didn’t want to try.
“So what are you finding?” Stacy wasn’t as fast a reader and was unable to finish every page before Harold scrolled on.
Harold glanced over at the yellow top. “I think I could find something interesting here.” He hooked a finger inside the top and tugged it lower, exposing her left breast.
“No you don’t.” Stacy quickly pulled the spandex back into place. “Not until we streak.”
“Hey now, wait a minute. Only your ass was the incentive for that.”
“I’ve decided to up the ante. No tits, no pussy, no sucking, nothing until we streak.”
“Not fair.” He had stopped scrolling and reading.
“So, are you ready?”
“I’m still looking.”
“For what?”
“Something to convince you that this is a bad idea. I don’t want you, or me, to get into any trouble.”
“Hello! When did my father enter the room?” Stacy began mockingly looking around the room. “Now you sound like him.”
“Maybe that’s because you need an overseer.”
“Speaking of that, you’re coming to our family cottage on the lake for the Forth of July.”
“I am?”
“Yes. It’s high time you met my family. You weaseled out at Christmas.”
“I had to see my family for the holidays, and besides…”
“Besides what?” Stacy leaned back, looking into his face for the rest of the explanation.
“Well, you know…”
She remained silent, waiting.
“Well, at Christmas time, we weren’t as close as we are now.”
“By Christmas there wasn’t a square inch of me you hadn’t seen, groped or tasted. I don’t know how we could have gotten any closer. I went home with more hickeys than spots on a Dalmatian. My older sister had a field day counting them. Said I must have been dating a vampire.”
“I was just marking my territory in case you had an old boyfriend back home to reconnect with.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t piss on me too so our family dog would know I was marked.”
Harold laughed. “You’re one crazy woman, you know that?”
“So, what have you found?” Stacy nodded toward the laptop.
“I’m still searching.”
“I think you’re stalling. It’s a beautiful day for a naked romp.”
Having found many schools where streaking seemed almost an organized annual event, Harold had little choice but agree to do it, if he ever wanted any kind of sex with Stacy again. He knew that once she made up her mind, there was no changing it. She could be very bullheaded when she wanted to be.
They left the house and headed back toward the campus—the first time exiting his apartment without having enjoyed each other’s bodies. Harold lamented that he was becoming so pussy-whipped, she was not only leading him around by the nose, or perhaps some other appendage, but she had dictated what he was going to be doing in the middle of the summer. It hadn’t been an invitation, rather stated as if he had no say in the matter. Actually he didn’t mind that too much. The thought of going all summer without seeing her had been depressing him as the end of the school year approached.
When they reached Stacy’s dorm room Harold was startled to see the matchbook cover sticking out from under the door.
“Could she be in there with some guy?” Harold whispered. He was still surprised that any guy could be so desperate that he would have sex with Stacy’s plain looking, overweight roomy.
“Pete, probably. Want to meet him?” Stacy had her room key in her hand, poised to open the door.
“Oh god, no. Certainly not right now.”
“So what do we do now?”
On the walk back to her dorm, they had formulated the plan for their streak around the campus. “We need the sheet of paper and some scotch tape along with the marker.” Those items had been agreed upon as part of the plan that Harold had devised and were in Stacy’s room. “Maybe we could get them from someone in the study area downstairs.”
They went back down to the common area and managed to find the needed items from among the students studying or lounging there. Harold wrote three simple words in large block letters on the sheet of lined paper as the girl Stacy had borrowed it from looked on. He quickly thanked her, handed back the black marker, and departed before she could ask what it was for.
Paper and tape in hand, Stacy and Harold went down a side hall to the back of the dorm building, entering the utility laundry area that contained four sets of washers and dryers. Two of the washers were in use and a dryer was tumbling, making a rhythmic clicking sound as something metallic bounced around inside. No one was in the room but Harold knew that it wouldn’t be long before someone came in to tend to the machines. Stacy had the four short strips of adhesive tape stuck to her fingertips and Harold pealed them off to attach them to the four corners of the paper.
“Check outside to see if anyone is coming down the hall.”
Stacy rolled her eyes but complied. “No one’s coming, not even you if you wuss out now.” She said, after peeking out the door.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that.” Harold affixed the piece of paper to the door of an unused dryer. It proclaimed the unit, ‘Out of order.’ Then turning to her he said, “You can still back out.”
“Strip, dammit.”
Harold took a deep breath and began removing his clothes, putting all but his shoes in the empty dryer. He changed his mind and removed his jeans.
“You’re not going to back out now, are you?”
“No, I’m going to carry my wallet.” He removed the article and put his pants back in the dryer. Standing together naked, Harold was surprised that he didn’t feel at all turned on by her nude body. Maybe it was the fact that she still had her shoes on. He reached down and pinched her nipple.
“Don’t do that when we get outside. Anything that hints of a sexual act could get us arrested.”
“Well, apparently you’ve done some research too.”
“Never mind. Let’s go.”
Harold paused to read the sign on the door that led to the outside. It stated that the door was not to be used after seven PM and would be locked by the Resident Administrator at that time. He pushed the horizontal bar down, hoping against logic that the door would still be locked. It wasn’t.
They stepped out into the bright sunshine and Harold tried the door to be certain that they could reenter upon returning. The path they had planned took them around the end of Stacy’s dorm, past the second women’s dorm and around the science building to give the egghead nerds a good view. As they passed between the two dorms, shouts and wolf whistles began ringing out. That drew the attention of others and the chorus grew in intensity. By the time they were circling the science building, Harold felt that half the university’s student body was milling around the three buildings as a steady stream of students poured out of all nearby buildings, especially the science hall. Soon it was evident that they weren’t just milling around, but actively trailing along side the naked pair, yelling and hooting.
Harold discerned a few female voices in the crowd, but he knew that most were males yelling out to Stacy, some calling forth obscenities and compliments as he regretted being involved in the escapade, becoming all the more angry at her for exposing herself as she was.
He had been moving at a brisk pace, bordering on a trod and when he looked back he realized that Stacy was lagging behind. He concentrated on her face, trying to ignore the curvaceous body and large jiggling breasts that were tantalizing the crowd. Her face was brimming with a wide grin, turning red, and he didn’t think it was from embarrassment or exertion. She was taking too much pleasure in what they were doing. He motioned for her to quicken her pace, urging her to catch up with him, becoming angrier at the thought that she was enjoying the attention she was getting. When he turned to face her, while maintaining his movement by trotting backward, Stacy locked her eyes on his cock. He could feel it swinging freely as it had been since leaving the laundry room. Not since perhaps a small child had he run naked and the lack of so much as a jockstrap allowed it to flop loosely. Her attention to it furthered his embarrassment. The last thing he needed right then was for the damn thing to become erect.
He turned back around, and as they passed in front of Stacy’s dorm, Harold could see faces at every window, too many that were familiar to him for his comfort. Glancing ahead, he noticed people exiting buildings from further down the street and imagined the tweet and cell phone circuits buzzing on overload. He rounded the end of Stacy’s building, looking back to make sure that she was close behind him. He didn’t want to encounter the would-be voyeurs approaching from below in ever growing numbers. To return then to their hidden clothing stash was cutting short the planned route, bypassing the men’s dorms, but he saw little choice with the attentive horde that they were attracting.
“They’re going to the back of the dorm.” Harold heard someone yell, though he had no idea where the person was that called out or whom he was informing. But he feared that a group might be gathering at the back door that would prevent them from reentering the building. He rounded the final corner to the back of the building and spotted three, then four male students rounding the opposite corner, leaving them all an equal distance from the door he and Stacy needed to reach.
“Why are we going back now?” Stacy called, as she rounded the corner behind Harold. Rather than pause for an explanation, he retreated the distance to her and grabbed her hand, pulling her to a full run for the door, ignoring her continued protests. They reached it a little ahead of the oncoming group who seemed unsure what to do as they approached the naked streakers. Their hesitation was enough for Harold to yank open the door and pull Stacy inside, slamming the door shut before any of the men could enter. Harold knew from past pranks that pulling up on the horizontal bar would prevent anyone outside from opening the door. It didn’t take much exertion to hold against the efforts of those on the outside.
Breathing heavily, Harold turned to see two young women pause as they folded clothes. They stared wide-eyed at the intruders.
“Well, hello!” One sang out, as she ogled Harold’s cock. “Is that yours?” She switched to look at Stacy.
“Yes. Every inch of it.”
“Lucky girl.”
“You know it.”
“Stacy please. Get our clothes.”
“Don’t hurry on our account.” The girl said, as her friend silently nodded in agreement.
Stacy giggled and slowly opened the dryer door to retrieve the clothes they had left there fifteen minutes before. She took her time slipping on her thong, shorts and tube top while Harold held the door bracket against repeated attempts from those outside to open it.
“Okay, here pull up on this while I get dressed.”
Stacy relieved Harold at the task of holding the bar while he quickly dressed. He then listened intently at the door to see if he could tell whether anyone was still attempting to open the door. Satisfied that they weren’t, he took her hand and after ripping off the ‘out of order’ sign, left the laundry room.
“Bye gorgeous,” the girl said, “See you around.”
As they entered the lounge, they were greeted with a round of yells and whistles. “Hey Stacy baby, I’ve always wondered.” One boy cried out. “Way to go, Red.” A female voice said. “Thanks for the mammaries.” Yet another male voice said.
Harold punched the button to the elevator but it couldn’t get there fast enough to suit him. As they left the elevator car and came down the hall to Stacy’s room, Harold was relieved to see that the matchbook top was no longer under the door. At least they wouldn’t have to find somewhere else to hide.
When they entered the room, Stacy’s roommate, Val, was sitting at the study desk with her cell phone open. She looked up and a wide, incredulous, open-mouthed smirk flashed across her face. Before saying anything, she punched buttons on the phone and placed it to her ear. “I just got your tweet. Are you sure? Yeah! Yeah? Yeah right here.” Each word increased in volume. “Bye.”
She slowly closed the phone. During the brief conversation, she never took her eyes off Stacy and Harold. “So, what have you two been up to?”
Harold was certain the question was unnecessary, that someone had tweeted the news to her.
“Oh, we just went off campus to Mickey D’s.”
“And after that?”
“We got a little exercise.”
“So I hear.”
Stacy went over to Val and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Oh my god! But he’s so big, are you sure you can take it?”
‘Oh, shit!’ Harold thought. ‘Is there nothing she considers private?’ He could feel his face flushing.
Val turned a little red in the face as well, and she stood to head for the door. “I think I’ll go get some supper. Then maybe do some reading in the lounge.” She grabbed a textbook on the way toward the door. As she opened the door, there was a murmur of voices from the hall. “They’re not here.” Val lied, as she quickly pulled the door closed and Harold could hear her locking it from the outside.
Stacy came to Harold and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you ready to claim your reward?”
“I think I’d rather turn you over my knee and spank your bare bottom for what you’ve put me through today.”
“Oo, that sounds like fun too. Maybe some other time.”
Stacy’s hot kiss quickly eroded the conflicted feelings Harold was harboring. He hooked his thumbs into the yellow tube-top and slowly pushed it down to her waist as he reacted to the warmth Stacy’s lips were creating. After a short tongue tango, he broke the kiss to squat and draw in her right nipple, squeezing the large mammary with his fingers and thumb to force its tip farther into his mouth. He sucked until it hardened, then, not to play favorites, gave the other equal time and both hard nubs jutted out in obvious arousal.
Stacy moaned as she dug her fingers into Harold’s wavy red hair and pulled his head solidly against her breast, mashing the supple flesh around his face. Though briefly unable to breath, Harold luxuriated in the warmth of her firm breast and continued mauling the nipple that was growing ever harder within his mouth.
The intense feeling Harold was creating in her nipples, radiated upward, causing her neck to redden, and down, warming the lower regions of her body. It matched, and then surpassed the excited reactions she had experienced while trotting nude earlier. She became aware of wetness dampening her panties. Stacy instructed him to finish undressing her and when she stood nude moments later, she stared seductively into his eyes. When she reached out to begin unbuttoning his shirt, he cupped her breasts, massaging them softly, lightly tweaking her still wet, hard nipples.
With all clothes cast aside, they embraced, relishing the feel of full contact skin against skin. Stacy squatted and took his rapidly hardening cock into her mouth, drawing the first drops of pre-cum across her tongue. She was pleased with the deep moan that action created in Harold.
Stacy stood and went to her dresser, removing two items from the top drawer. She handed them to Harold, one a condom and the other a white tube with two prominent blue letters. They each kept a supply of condoms in their respective bedrooms and Harold had quit carrying one in his wallet unless he suspected that they might have a tryst elsewhere. He had months earlier resolved to himself that he wouldn’t need one for anyone else.
Stacy approached her bed and sprawled partially across the mattress, face down, legs spread, so that the item she had bribed him with was prominent at the edge. Harold placed the items on the bed beside her hips and gently rubbed the beautiful white cheeks, one palm on each. Then he raised his right hand and brought it down smartly against her right glute.
“Ouch, that hurt!”
“That’s for what you made me do today.”
Stacy started to push herself up from the bed, but Harold placed his left hand between her shoulder blades and forced her back down as he gave her left ass cheek a similar punishment.
“And that’s for enjoying it so much.”
Stacy squealed and writhed, bringing her legs together but Harold forced them open again with his legs as he slid the fingers of his right hand into her crotch, sampling the wetness in her pussy. Two handprints appeared within seconds of the swats he had given her, as two of his fingers slipped into her hot folds. Stacy moaned and relaxed back onto the bed, easing the need for Harold to hold her down. He worked the fingers in and out, slowly at first, bringing her close to an orgasm as they increased in speed. Removing the soaked fingers from her wet cunt, he smeared the juice around her anus as he held her cheeks open with the fingers of his left hand, slowly working first one finger in, then two.
“Don’t put those back into my pussy, it’ll cause an infection.”
“Yes, I know.” Harold removed the fingers, opened the condom packet and rolled the rubber onto his hard cock.
Stacy twisted around to see what he was doing. “Use lots of lube on that big thing.” She said, as she watched him open the tube. “And go real slow and easy.”
“I’ll try.”
“You better try real hard or you’ll never do it again.” She glanced back again to note that he was applying a thick coat of lube to his cock. “Are you ready?”
“The question is, ‘Are you ready?’”
“Yes, I guess.”
“Too late for guessing. Now reach back and spread your cheeks.”
Stacy reached back and placed her hands on her cheeks, her fingers making contact with the red imprints so vivid on her glutes. “Ouch, it still hurts from your slaps.”
“You had it coming. And speaking of it coming, here it comes.”
“Gentle.” She reminded him.
Instead of ramming his cock into her anus, Harold stuck one of the lube-covered fingers into the hole. It was the middle one, which seemed to Harold to be appropriate. It went in easily, carrying in more lube than the pussy juice that had been in it before. He worked the finger in and out three times, then added the second finger and did the same. Stacy grunted slightly with the initial insertion, then moaned with the repeated thrusts of the pair of slick digits. When he added a third finger, he pushed them in very slowly, allowing the ring of muscles time to relax and the hole to expand. Once he felt she was adjusting to the three fingers probing her, he slowly removed them and grasped his cock near its base and placed the large glans against her anus. He pressed forward, applying pressure a little at a time as his cock head pressed against the ring of muscles.
Harold felt her tensing. “Relax.”
“That’s easy for you to say.”
With more pressure, the ring suddenly eased and his cock head entered with a slight ‘pop’ that he felt rather than heard. Stacy’s head flew back and her body quivered but no sound came from her. Harold could sense that she was holding her breath against the pain. He held steady, neither advancing nor withdrawing, wondering if she was okay.
“It’s in.”
“God dammit, don’t you think I know it?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, but just hold still while I get use to it.”
Harold did as she wanted and within a few moments he felt her body ease, sagging onto the bed as the tension lessened.
“It’s feeling better. Give me a little more.”
Again Harold took his cue from Stacy and forced another inch of his thick cock into her ass. An inch at a time, Harold slowly inserted the entire length into Stacy’s rectum.
“Oh my god, that feels so good. It’s like I haven’t shit for a week.”
“Can I start pumping now?”
“Yes, but slowly.”
Harold slowly withdrew his cock, its removal was accompanied by a long, low sound from Stacy; a sound he couldn’t quite tell was pain or ecstasy. He stopped with the glans still within her sphincter ring, not wanting to have to force it open again if he completely withdrew. He stared down at his cock, trying to determine if it needed more lube. There was still a fair amount on his fingers so he wiped what he could onto the middle of his shaft spreading it completely around its circumference. Stacy’s fingers remained holding her cheeks open and he marveled at the sight of her beautiful ass impaled on his cock. Only moments before her ass looked too small to allow his finger to enter, now it was expanded to welcome his cock.
Without asking, he slowly inched his cock back into her, this time allowing himself the joy of the insertion with less concern for her discomfort. Her ass was incredibly tight, tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked. When he reached full depth again, Stacy removed her fingers and her cheeks folded around the base of his cock. She grabbed wads of the bed’s cover as he began rhythmic thrusts and the soft feel of her cheeks against his thighs drove him to faster action as the slapping sound increased. Stacy was emitting squeals with each plunge and when Harold increased the tempo, she slid her right hand beneath her stomach. He was sure he knew where the fingers were going and what they would be doing and he was delighted that she was going to bring herself as much pleasure as he was getting.
Harold wanted to hold off as long as he could to give her time to reach an orgasm but the unbelievable tension on his cock brought it on much sooner than he wanted. When the first powerful spurt of his ejaculation pulsed through his cock, the pressure added by her tight ass made it almost painful. Subsequent squirts burned with relentless heat and he wondered if the condom could take the pressure.
When his ejaculation ended and his body completed its final shudders, he remained fully extended into her as she brought herself to orgasm. Her body began quivering and she gasped, signaling her release as her anus pulsed steadily around his cock. When she twisted around as if to reach Harold, which is what she was trying to do, Harold stretched to meet her lips. She wanted to receive an intense kiss while her orgasm was in process. Harold had known this from the first day they had sex though he initially had assumed it was a joke.
“Oh fuck, that was good.” Stacy’s head dropped back to the bed.
“It sure was. We’ll have to do this more, without the streaking of course.”
The End