COLLEGE MUSICAL AUDITION

Young and Old, What is a body part worth? Creampie,

I had the call back for the lead role in our college musical for this year.

I missed out due to illness last year. This was my final chance as a senior.

But I wasn't confident. You see, my primary audition in front of the main panel of three teachers had gone flat. I mucked it. Too tense. Too flustered.

However, I got an email from my music teacher, Mr Chalmers, just before the lunch break, to say I had a second chance call back and could do it after school today.

It was today, or miss out.

Well, that got me excited after the big downer of the morning.

I replied, 'Yes' straight away.

It meant I had my lunch break to fine-tune my renewed effort.

My bestie Mallory surprised me because she was full of over the top slutty advice.

"Courtney, sweetie, you need a bit of help," she said.

I thought she meant my voice, pitch, or tone, but Mallory had other ideas, including rolling up my short plaid skirt and unbuttoning my white short-sleeved blouse. And getting my ponytail nice and high.

"Geez Mal," I replied, "You really think going in there as the skank tart will get me what I want."

"Honey, it always has and will get a girl what she wants. Push out that damn fine chest of yours and strut those sensational thighs. Girl, you've got it, flaunt it, use it."

"Oh Mal, No, I've got talent. I want this role on merit. Why else would I have a second chance unless Mr Chalmers didn't see something in me?"

"Cutie, Chalmers is a known sleaze bag. He sees something alright; your pert arse, big boobs and shapely thighs."

"Enough," I finally added, "I need your help with a practice scene before lunch ends."

And Mallory took me through a key scene and listened as I sang a feature song.

My afternoon class in Chemistry was a waste of time. I was focused on after school. Some teacher waffle on about — chemical composition, bonds and reactions, but I just couldn't find a space in my head; it was full of the school musical and my second take.

And it was a long afternoon because I was constantly clock watching.

But three thirty ticked its way there.

I was packed up, and after going to my locker and checking out my appearance in the washroom, and yes, in a moment of madness, rolling up my skirt to the salacious limit and undoing the top two buttons of my blouse, I headed for the music rehearsal rooms.

A little angelic voice on my right shoulder told me I didn't need to look like this, a college tart. I had natural talent.

But the slutty devilette on my left shoulder told me to strut and do what I needed to do as soon as I entered the room and saw Chalmers.

I kept telling myself I was made for the lead role.

To go into this extra private audition like I wanted it, even if I wasn't actually legally blonde.

I had a great salon-dyed look currently, and I just loved pink anyway, and I always wished I had a Chihuahua.

And I knew I would be perfect as Elle because my life was currently upside down, too.

Dumped recently by a prick of a boyfriend for a cheerleading tart. He obviously didn't know that music makes the world go round. But thankfully, he always liked to cum in my mouth as his pseudo effort at birth control.

Like any eighteen-year-old college lass operating intuitively, spur-of-the-moment sex, condom free; I feared the big copious cavernous creampies.

Cum blasting, cum drenching, cum flooding or impregnating my pussy was off limits.

My arsehole and mouth were boy cum drainage.

I opened the rehearsal room door and saw Chalmers near the rostrum box stage.

He was waiting for me —alone.

I dropped my script.

Deliberately.

Oh, I hoped he was taking in my cleavage because, God, I felt the weight of my tits as I bent over and thought the rest of the buttons on my blouse would pop and…

But I knew by heart the sassy, flaunty scene I was made for in this musical.

I kept my poise, picked up my script and then my 'bend and snap' was outrageously seamless; my chest just thrust out as I straightened up, snapped and locked, in a gravity-defying weightiness with just a hint of perky boob wobble and sultry lash flutter to sear into Chalmers into saying — 'Kitten the lead role is yours.'

Oh, Mr Chalmers was looking alright.

Ogle, ogle,

That's right Sir, I'm packaged trouble.

Tease him till he gives me what I want.

I felt in charge even though I was the one attending the second chance audition.

The prick Chalmers was too experienced for me and was playing his cards closer to his chest as the bastard leered at my twin chest peaks as he asked me to come over to the makeshift practice stage.

When I got there, he said casually, "I won't waste your time, Ms Taylor, and I can see you've brought the right attitude to this opportunity."

Mallory the bitch was right. It was my girly assets that were going to get me the part, not my practice, as the suave cocky bastard added, "I'll give you some options, and we'll see what part you get; it all going to depend on just how far you're willing to go."

My mind was racing. God, did he think I was going to flash my tits or Christ no, that the deviant was going to smack my arse till it was pink, even with my knickers on.

The cherub on my right shoulder told me to get out of there and not be objectified, even if I had started it.

The impish vixenette on my left shoulder said, it's only your tits.

Surely, it is only my tits he wants to fondle, I reassured myself.

"Okay," I said, "What production number do you want me to sing."

Suddenly, I wanted this audition to stay above my neck.

Panic.

"Look, Courtney, don't suddenly play the angel with me; if you want at least a part in the chorus, get your uniform off and strut your stuff now."

Oh My God, I was being offered the lousy chorus line for my awesome bithday suit!

"The stage, Courtney, up on the stage."

He was directing me as he went back over to lock the audition room door, the self-assured prick.

Stage fright.

Well yes. Here was my big audition chance, and it was my body leading me, getting me a minor part.

Oh well, I could hope for the understudy role, I suppose. I really wanted in the musical.

I removed my blouse and skirt.

I looked; I don't know what I looked like. 

Part Shame!

But I was there standing in my matching white lacey bra and skimpy knickers on stage.

Waiting to take the next step.

Get naked?

Maybe, I thought, I'll just flash my boobs.

Maybe that will be enough.

"Oh, you need the mood lighting", and the sod flicked off most of the lights in the room but got the down spotlight highlighting me on stage, making my skin shine, and my underwear seem fluoro.

My bra was off.

I was stripping.

"Very nice," he said, "But fondle them, show me how you play with them."

And there I was, touching myself as the bastard ogled me.

Fingering across my nipples. Tweaking them. Making them hard. Teasing them between my fingers. Rubbing my big boobs together. Lifting them up. Cupping them. Snuggling them together.

"Well done," he said, "If you want the lead role in the chorus, finger your pussy."

Well, I could see where this was heading; my arse would get me the lead role in the musical?

I couldn't get pregnant up my arse.

My knickers were off.

I was a slut.

I was a skank.

Fully shameless.

I was fingering shaved girly bits in front of a middle-aged guy to get a college musical theatre role.

"Oh yeah, nice, very nice," said the satisfied prick, but added, "Turn around, spread and finger."

I was too far into this to pause and rewind.

The terminal point, my arse, was coming fast, I thought.

There I was with only my black school shoes and short white socks on and a spotlight on my arsehole and my spread pussy lips with two fingers delving into my wetness as the sod was rubbing his groin, watching me from just below the rostrum blocks.

I was beyond shameless.

I was brazenly enjoying myself. I was so wet. I was enjoying a guy watching me masturbate. It was kinky and fulfilling.

"Oh, you stunning dirty tart, " he said, "I knew you had it in you."

He was on the makeshift stage behind me. I kept fingering myself and softly moaning, not because he told me to. I was actually enjoying getting myself off as he watched.

"You want one of the main parts — then suck on this, Courtney — turn and suck on this."

I eased up and spun.

A thick erect pecker was pointing straight at me from his open trouser zipper. His hairy balls packed tight beneath it. His knob head fiercely excited.

"On your knees, sweetheart, on your knees."

Yes, I was on my knees, and the rest just took its natural course.

Mouth hole.

Stiff cock.

Joined.

Wet-lipped lubrication.

Pecker sliding under my tongue. A slurry of salvia glistened around his cock head, and he groaned in approval.

Then the repeated slurping and sliding of cock in and out of my flexing gob. A little bit of deep tonsil tickling but not enough to gag, just enough to make him really appreciate my effort and secure a main part.

"Oh yeah baby, just so good baby, suck it deep baby, oh yeah," he said in approval.

I lifted my sucking rate to turbo.

Maybe I could take the sod in my mouth and be done with this.

He had a wooden stiffy.

The more I ramped my mouth, tongue and lips like a vacuum cleaner, the more he jagged and jerked with pleasure in and out of my mouth.

The sod getting leverage on my head by grabbing my ponytail.

Finally, he said, "On your fours on the floor, Courtney…if you want the lead role."

Of course, I wanted the frickin lead role, it was mine, and well, I had to have it.

Brassy and slutty, my arse was his, and the blonde lead musical role my life was designed for was within my grasp.

Winking, my sphincter surely cued the bastard where to aim.

"Orrgh, aagh, holy hell!"

As my pussy did its natural initial encircling grasp.

Enveloping and flesh squeezing his manhood.

I was so wet he just slid right in till his balls slapped my thighs. Then he was holding my hips and thrusting. Shoving cock into me. Impaling pecker in my enveloping flesh till his pubic bone ground into my arse cheeks. I was banged into. Buffeted — indecently fucked.

He bent right over me and was in me deep from a high angle, but it allowed him to fondle my tits. I liked how my tits were brought into the mounting sexual sway. Then he got a hand under me between my legs and teased my engorged excited clitty.

All I could do was moan.

"Oohh, yeah, yes, oohh, my, oohh, yes!"

His balls slapped to a cadence in my head —The lead was mine. The lead was mine.

But the sexual lead was now totally Chalmers.

He was directing my orgasm release to coincide with his.

But, oh fuck oh no, I registered in my blissful state.

Chalmers was lost in his pecker's impulsive invading impetuousness creampie mission.

I realised it — too late.

Sexual momentum dominated.

I couldn't have asked him to withdraw, even if he could have.

Here I was, risking pregnancy for the lead in a college musical.

Orrgh screw creampies, as he emulsified, fused and commingled my gushing girl jus with his surfeit of man gravy.

I had a rapturous, heaving, intense climax.

Fuck I felt good, and Chalmers did too as the dirty bastard jizzed my pussy completely, draining his cock in my gash.

I loved the sticky, tacky, warm, puddling cascade of cum in and around my pulsing opening.

I was sexually reeling and had to ease myself down, compose myself on my side as the satisfied prick just got up and packed his still dripping cock back inside his pants and eased up his zip, very male content.

I was tingly, trembly happy as I reached for my panties and bra.

Yeah happy I had the lead role but happier yet for what my body had given me.

Sex is always the right choice.

But screw guys and creampies because I loved them too.

I just didn't like the possible nine months time complication.

"See you at the first rehearsal Friday after school…perfect audition, Courtney, " the assured bastard said as he moved towards the door, as I got my knickers and bra back on and reached for my skirt in the spotlight pool.

I used my knickers to sponge my pussy dribble.

He watched and added: "Oh, and lock the door and turn off the lights when you leave, and don't worry… I had a vasectomy."

And Chalmers was gone.

And I was alone on the makeshift stage under the spotlight, hitching up my skirt and then buttoning my blouse.

Yeah, a worthwhile, worthy audition.

I don't know what I looked like, especially between my legs.

But I now felt a million dollars between my wet, still leaking slash, and my mind wasn't on the musical rehearsal on Friday.

I had enjoyed being inseminated like a barefaced slut and was now confidentially looking forward to more from a safe creampie-ing Mr Chalmers.