My girlfriend in college was a large-breasted artistic type with long red hair. A double major in art history and theater with an insatiable appetite for sex, she liked doing it in every position, with any prop, and as often as possible. Fucking Katrina was so amazing, and I still think about her often. But there is one amazing encounter that I recall most vividly.
Katrina was working the curtain for a play the theater department was staging. I wasn’t particularly interested in it, but she asked me to join her backstage on opening night. I was reluctant at first, but she promised to make it worth my while.
I got there right before the curtain was to rise, and Katrina directed me to sit on a high stool to the left of the stage. Once the play had started, she stood close to me and we watched the action from the side. Then discreetly, she slid her hand into my lap and began rubbing my cock through my pants. At first I was a bit uneasy about the position of her fingers while people were acting a few feet away, but as they waited for their cues, none of them paid the least bit of attention to us.
As I gave in to the pleasure of her slow, light caresses and then the more urgent kneading of her fingertips, I abandoned any pretense of following the play. I also noted that although Katrina kept her eyes on the action, they were glazed with passion. I was fairly sure she was paying as little attention as I was.
When I pulled her closer to me and slipped my hand underneath her loose blouse, I found that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I held back a groan as I squeezed one erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her breath hissed out from between her teeth.
Katrina had the most responsive tits I’ve ever seen. More than once, she’d come merely from me sucking on them for a long period of time. I took advantage of that as we sat in plain sight of both the actors on the stage and the ones waiting to go on. I squeezed and released her nipple until she was fidgeting and wriggling against me. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out, though her hand never stopped moving on my stiff cock. I pressed my lips tightly together as well, trying to hold back a groan that might alert those around us to what was going on.
I couldn’t believe what a turn-on it was to mess around in plain sight of so many people. We’d fucked in the car a few times and once on a secluded park bench in the middle of the night, but we’d never done anything as openly as this. The idea that someone could glance over and tell what we were doing made my balls quiver.
My hand moved to Katrina’s firm ass cheeks. I lingered there for a minute before I hiked up the back of her skirt and slipped my fingers underneath. I wasn’t at all surprised to discover that she wasn’t wearing panties, since she rarely wore them anyway. I had copped a quick feel in public many times before, but this was the first time I’d run my hand down her asscrack to finger her cunt.
She turned her head, and once again I heard her breath hiss out from between her lips. I slipped my forefinger into her pussy and commenced finger-fucking her from behind. When one of the female actors came over and asked Katrina a question about her line, I took great pleasure in the tightening of my girlfriend’s cunt. Then I withdrew my finger from her smooth canal and ran it lightly between her shaved lips, stopping only when I reached the engorged button of her clit. She tensed as I tapped it lightly while, in a strained voice, she asked the performer to repeat her question.
The woman looked at Katrina oddly as she repeated the question. Katrina managed a strained and breathless answer as I increased the speed of my finger on her clit. There wasn’t a chance I was going to stop, not when I was having so much fun.
When the actress moved away to wait for her cue, Katrina leaned over and chastised me for teasing her like that. I simply reminded her that she was the one who’d started this game. By now, her cunt was dripping wet, and I realized how turned on she was by this public display of affection. I wished I’d known about this fantasy of hers sooner. We’d missed some terrific opportunities.
That wasn’t the time, however, to mourn escaped chances. With a promise to myself to make up for all those occasions, I returned to the task at hand, my girlfriend’s needy cunt. I alternated rubbing her clit with sliding my fingers up and down her slit and into her hole. She moaned against my ear, and as I wondered if anyone else could hear her, my cock throbbed in my pants. I wanted nothing more than to drive my dick deep inside her slick pussy in our own onstage performance. But that wasn’t really an option, even for a couple of sex fiends like us.
It didn’t take long for Katrina to begin trembling, and she furiously kneaded my dick through my pants. Then, as the show went on in front of us, she came with a series of almost breathless sighs. Her orgasm arrived just in time, because a second later she straightened her skirt and pulled the ropes that slid the curtain closed. As the actors exited the stage, a few remarked on the heat, but only I knew the real reason for the flush on Katrina’s face.
She left me alone for a few moments and then was back to open the curtain for the final act. With a sly smile, she informed me that everyone would be entering stage right. Before I could ask what that meant for us, she was in front of me, working to free my cock from my pants. They were around my thighs in a matter of seconds, and my dick was on view for anyone on the stage that cared to look. But they would have had to look quickly as Katrina immediately sank to her knees and sucked my entire length down her throat.
My head fell back, and I almost groaned out loud, but remembered our location and stayed silent. I was so excited by the idea of my girlfriend giving me head in public. I imagined people were watching us and getting off. If I were on the other end, I sure would have stopped to take in the action.
Luckily I was on this end, experiencing Katrina’s lips and tongue on my dick for real. She alternated between sucking me like a lollipop and nibbling me like an ice-cream cone. I was hornier than I’d ever been before, and my balls soon twitched tellingly, so I threaded my hands through her long hair in anticipation of a mind-blowing explosion.
Katrina had other ideas. Still kneeling between my legs, she drew her mouth away and spread my thighs farther apart, running her hands up and down. I was pretty sure she was stretching me open for the entire world to see. Then boldly, she gathered the fabric of her skirt above her hips and climbed onto my lap.
Oral sex was one thing, but fucking in plain sight of a stage full of people was potentially disastrous, yet too exciting to pass up. And it didn’t escape my notice that an entire audience was feet away as well. I wondered what they’d think if they knew that we were having sex so close to them. I growled deep in my throat at the thought and grabbed Katrina’s hips to urge her onto my stiff dick.
She lowered herself slowly, squeezing my shaft with her tight cunt. I slid into her easily, and when she was filled to the hilt with my cock, she sighed and wriggled her bottom. But stage left wasn’t the place for slow, leisurely fucking. It was a place for wild, uncontrollable passion—especially given what little time we had before the actors would be streaming backstage. I raised her hips manually and then drove her back down onto my dick so that her ass cheeks slapped against my thighs.
I lifted her up and down, over and over again, and she arched against me, threw her head back and bit down hard on her swollen bottom lip. Our stool began to knock against the floor, but I couldn’t be bothered to see if anyone noticed. Actually, I hoped that they did.
Then Katrina tensed, and I knew her second orgasm was impending. I moved her faster, imagining that we were both naked and center stage, fucking for the entire campus to see. The thought was so sexy that my balls began twitching again. That’s when Katrina cried out loud, until she, too, seemed to remember where we were. Her breath seethed out from between clenched teeth as the waves of ecstasy racked her body. Following a moment later, I grasped her hips and shot my load deep into her cunt. We stayed joined for a few minutes; we even had time to straighten ourselves and kiss a little before the act came to a close. I felt like taking my own curtain call.
After the play was over, one of the actors asked me if I’d enjoyed the show. I told him, in all honesty, that it was hands-down some of the best theater I’d ever experienced. As Katrina squeezed my hand, he gave me a knowing look. I knew that we’d been discovered, and that thrill alone had been worth the risk.
—Mr. V.A., Spokane, Washington