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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post
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Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 2
Junior Goes to School
Mr. James Wentworth Preston Jr. parked behind the Chem. building in
his own staff parking space. `This Lab assistant job has at least one
perk!' he thought as he entered the Labs. Like any typical
university, parking was at a premium; especially for students! As a
commuter student, all year he'd had to park out at the stadium and
wait for a shuttle bus for the two mile trip to campus. Then he had
to walk again half-way across campus to get to his classes. What a
pain!
And worse, in the winter the cold rain or sleet or snow made waiting
in the stadium bus shelter hell. It was bad enough to wait there with
the losers: the beer drinkers, the smokers, and pot heads, but when
they crowded into the closed, heated shed to await the shuttle, the
smells were disgusting. It was so bad that all the foxy babes would
sit in their cars and run over when the bus showed up; and in the end
he had to do the same. That's just one of the reasons he had Mom bend
over for him each day. Her hot ass never failed to give him a good
cum and her obvious wild enjoyment of his stiff prick poking thru her
anus kept him smiling usually all day long.
There's nothing like a sexy woman who knows what she wants!' he
thought. 'Yeah, we'd been doing it for years, but whenever he felt like
skipping a day, his Mom would pout and wiggle her butt at him,' he
remembered. `She loved it and probably couldn't start a day without
it.'
"Speaking of wiggling butts!" he muttered aloud, starring at a
glorious female bottom bouncing around going up the stairs in front of
him with his faculty advisor Dr. Robert Wentworth, his mentor and for
whom he performed his lab assistant duties. The girl/woman?? laughing
and joking with his Prof., wore a summer dress with a colorful bright
print that hung nearly to her ankles. It hung low on her shoulders,
showing a lot of bare back under her bouncing black pony tail, but
showed no shoulder straps for a bra. `Was she bra-less?' he wondered.
`My God! If her tits are a lively as her ass, what a babe! Who is
this fox and why hadn't I seen her this past year?'
Junior just had to get a better look, so he loped up the stairwell two
steps at a time and caught them at the next landing as Professor
Wentworth opened the door to the third floor where the labs and
faculty offices were located.
Junior slowed quickly and assumed his shy manner: "Oh! Good morning
Dr. Wentworth. I didn't see you."
"Yes, yes. Good morning yourself, James! It's early for you today, is
it?"
"No, sir. I'm usually here early. I set up the labs with plenty of
time for any last minute changes by the Prof. or the graduate student
lab guide. If I have free time I study my notes and the text material
for my afternoon classes. Actually, sir, you're here early yourself.
What's up? Anything wrong? Can I help?"
Junior managed to keep his eyes locked to Dr. Wentworth's, but he felt
the gaze of the woman at his side. Junior hoped for an introduction,
but didn't know the Prof. well enough to know if he had `old fashioned
manners', as his mother had taught him. He'd never introduce himself;
what if this mystery woman was a student slut and they were on the way
for a very private teacher/student tutoring session in his office? He
could do irreparable harm to his situation by pushing his nose into
the Professor's private affairs.
Junior really like the young Professor. `Young' meant that he'd
gotten tenure early and was now a full Professor in his mid thirties.
His hard work, depth and breath of his professional knowledge, and his
gifted teaching skills made him an obvious choice of the faculty and
regents for full acceptance of his necessary immediate and future
position with the University. Raids by powerful and rich private
schools of the faculty at public schools were commonplace and only way
to keep attractive and quality academics like Dr. Wentworth was to
give them tenure early and lock them in by giving them power,
authority, and related responsibilities.
Just this past spring the Professor had initiated and taken the chair
of a powerful new University faculty committee that had the authority
to investigate and determine new education programs intended to mold
the curriculum for the 21st century. As information leaked out about
the futuristic thrust of the committee, Dr. Wentworth ensured that
weekly briefings were given to stop wild rumors and make the facts
known about their deliberations. Remembering his own days as an
undergraduate, he helped engineer and participated in a wild,
hilarious lampoon of himself and the committee by the student
newspaper. Also with his help, the drama department had choreographed
some comedic skits that had actually included himself, some of the
committee members, and two regents he'd convinced to take some time
from their corporate duties.
The staged skits, the proceeds going to a campus charity, played to
sold out audiences at five weekend performances, one of which the
State Governor had attended. It was too soon for the results to be
in, but both the skits and the newspaper lampoon seem headed for
several national scholastic awards. The upshot of all his efforts was
that the committee's work was now fully accepted by the University
community, many political hurdles where avoided, a lot of corporate
big wigs had their eyes opened to all the possibilities that a close
cooperation with the University could bring, and he himself became
firmly established as a major player in the success of the University
for now and into the future. Dr. Wentworth wasn't only an academic
genius, but appeared to be a public relations one as well.
"I see," Dr. Wentworth replied to Junior's questions. "No, there's
nothing wrong. It's just that I wanted to help Patty get organized on
her first day here. We thought an early start would be necessary
before my other duties got in the way. I need to show her around and
introduce her to the staff. And I....ah....Oh! You two haven't met.
Please excuse my lack of manners. James, this is Patty. She's going
to be with us this summer to do some preliminary research in bio-
chemistry. Patty, this is James Preston, my lab assistant and second
year student."
Junior turned and looked for the first time into the deep brown eyes
of Patty. He judged her to be in her mid-twenties and a quick glance
showed that her tits were as fabulous as he'd hoped. He reached to
shake hands as his father had taught him to do with professional women
and said: "Please to meet you Patty....ah...."
She smiled a sparkling, gleaming smile and replied: "Patty. Just call
me Patty. I'm pleased to meet you too, James Preston. Say, didn't I
read about you in the papers? Or something on the radio? About you
announcing an IPO this morning?" She elbowed the Prof.: "Don't tell me
you didn't hear about Preston Industries having an IPO this morning?
What planet have you been on? Preston is the most dynamic company in
this part of the state! The technology is cutting-edge, the business
savvy is spectacular, and opportunities for expansion are seemingly
unlimited, not to mention that the tax revenues are going to be
considerable!"
Not sure what to say, except to be humble, Junior replied: "Oh, that's
my Dad. He's James, I'm James Junior. You can just call me Junior
like everyone else."
Suddenly he realized he was still holding her hand. Truly
embarrassed, he jerked his hand back and stammered: "Sorry."
Seeing his embarrassment, Patty giggled and said "that's OK; I don't
get to hold hands much anymore."
Junior thought maybe she was gay or something. When she giggled, her
tits jiggled, and Junior lost his embarrassment and started to get a
hard-on. Her eyes, her smile, her giggle, and her tits were all
beautiful. `I think I'm in love!' he decided. `And I hope she's not
gay!'
Oblivious, Dr. Wentworth continued: "Your father, huh! Well I want
to meet him. He sounds like just the guy I need to head up the
business council I'm forming to work parallel to the faculty
committee's work. Let me see what my calendar says and I'll set up
and appointment with him...."
Patty interrupted him: "Bob, Bob! Slow down. These next few days are
going to be very busy for him and his firm. James, er....Junior
couldn't possibly speak for him or when he'll be free or if he even
wants to meet with you!"
"Yes. You're quite right." Dr. Wentworth admitted. "Well, just give
me your home phone and I'll make a note to call him next week. What's
your home number James....er, sorry....Junior?"
Junior was already pulling out his wallet to get one of his Dad's
business cards. Folks were always asking about his Dad and how's he
doing and wanting to talk to him or wanting him to speak at a function
or something that should be done thru the office. He carried his
cards for just this purpose.
"Just call and talk to Sylvia, his personal assistant," Junior told
him as he handed the card over. "She runs his life," he joked.
"Whenever Mom wants a romantic dinner she gets Sylvia to put it on his
calendar." That was true but that often meant a sex orgy with Mom,
Dad, Sylvia, and her well-hung husband out in the country at a very
private resort to which they belonged. Years ago, long before Junior
knew what sex was, Dad and Sylvia's Husband, Steve, had joined forces
to found the club for swingers like themselves. They had put their
money in it and worked to get all the necessary funding for the 40
acre resort. Steve and Dad had played football together during
college and met again back home after graduate school. Steve was
their family doctor. Steve was 6' 4" and had a giant, fat, black
cock.
Junior had seen it well, tasted it's juices, and felt it's power as it
piled into his ass. Maryann couldn't get enough of him and Dad always
smiled when he spoke of his college roommate tight end who showed him
what a real tight end was all about. Sylvia once told him that the
real impetus behind the club was Mom. She wanted black cock, Steve's
black cock. Junior wasn't sure if he'd heard her right; he was busy
fucking Sylvia at the time. Sylvia was a small woman compared to
Steve or Junior, but she could do things with her exquisite bald pussy
that no female had ever done to him. It seemed like she could swing
her black ass in five directions at once. He'd tried to concentrate
on her hips when they'd last fucked, but he'd quickly gotten lost in
the wild feelings she caused. Junior wasn't sure about anyone else,
but Sylvia was definitely a `SWINGER'!
Patty read the card over the Professor's shoulder: "Mr. James
Wentworth Preston. Hey, look at that. He's a Wentworth! Just like
you!"
Her eyes alit, her face animated like only beautiful young women can
get, asked Junior: "Are there really Wentworths in your past? You
guys are related?"
"Yeah,..ah..yes we are! See I didn't want to say anything but we're
some sort of distant cousins on my Dad's side. His grand mother or
great grand mother was a Wentworth. Something like that. After I had
your class Sir, and told my Mom about you, she told me what she knew.
I'm not much of a genealogy student and frankly, don't remember very
much. But she definitely knew about you."
Truth be told, Junior was fucking Mom and eating Maryann at the time
and couldn't have been able to listen if she told him where to find a
pot of gold. Maryann's thighs had his head in a vise as he worshiped
at her `pot of gold'.
"Please understand Dr. Wentworth," Junior pleaded, "I didn't know
about this at all when I asked you to be my advisor. I sure hope that
this won't interfere with my work or studies with you. I really
appreciate your advice and consul. This distant relationship doesn't
have to keep us at a distance, does it?"
"Oh, no. No, there's no rule preventing Faculty/Student relationships
between family members. Just think of all the employee's sons and
daughters who attend here. If someone proposed a rule like that, half
the faculty, many of the administration, and most of the staff would
be screaming! Ho! Ho! That would start a real riot! It's a perk of
being employed here. Unfortunately, we are too distant to give you
any tuition relief; unless the legislature decides to change it's ways
and that's not likely in the near future. So don't worry about it."
"Still Bob," Patty insisted, "it would be nice to know something more
about your kin. Junior, do you think your Mom would talk to us? You
know, tell us what she knows? Hey! Maybe she has old photographs or
a bible or something. Wouldn't that be nice Bob?"
"Ah..well sure!" Junior replied, eyeing Patty's heaving chest as she
excitedly begged Bob to do her bidding. He still wasn't sure what
Patty's relationship to Dr. Wentworth was, but if he could get her
alone so might get in her pants or blouse, he'd plead on his knees to
get his Mother's cooperation. "I don't know what her schedule is
like, but I'll call her now and find out! She's really nice and
friendly to everyone, I'm certain that I could convince her to take
the time."
`Mom would be in her pants just as quick`, Junior mused, `if Patty
gave Mom half a chance. When I tell her about that ass, those tits,
her cock-ready pouty lips, and those deep brown eyes, there be no more
discussion accept devious plans for Patty's seduction.
Junior held the door open and ushered them through saying: "I'll go
call now and see when she's free. I'll let you know in a few
minutes."
"No," Dr. Wentworth replied, "Look at the time. I've got a lot to do
and so do you before the students get here."
"He's right Junior," Patty said. "We've got to scoot along. Why
don't you talk to your Mother tonight and let us know tomorrow? I'll
be spending at least half my time here, the rest in the research
library. We'll have plenty of time to work it out!"
Junior must have looked surprised and she picked up on it immediately.
"Didn't Bob tell you?"
Junior just looked at her speechless.
"You'll be my lab assistant. Well, actually still Bob's. But he's
going to loan you to me when you have time in addition to your other
work. Doesn't it sound like fun?" Patty clapped her hands, bounced
her tits and pony tail just like a cheerleader.
Junior, not quite believing what he just heard, but sure of what his
now hard cock felt, nodded to her bouncing tits: "I think that it'll
be just swell! OK, then I'll see you later."
Junior moved with practiced skill thru the labs, checking everything,
starting the environmental units and exhaust fans. He checked the
explosion chambers and fire extinguisher systems. He met with the
Graduate assistants and verified the Professor's lab guides to ensure
all the proper materials and chemicals would be available for the
day's structured labs.
Done, he found himself sitting in his office/work area with a big
hard-on and wild fantasies about `working' beside Patty's ass and tits
all summer. Junior thought of playing drop the pencil to look up her
dress, getting her to climb a ladder to reach something high to check
out her legs, standing over her to peer down her dress. The
possibilities were endless! `It sure was going to be an interesting
summer!' he thought. Then he thought about getting her alone in his
car, to drive to see Mom about the Prof.'s genealogy. Then the
fantasies really took hold. What did her nipples look like? Is her
ass as fabulous as it looked? And would she let him play with it?
Would she let him tease her asshole? Would she let him fuck her ass?
Could he get her to beg him to fuck her? In the Ass? Could he get
her hot enough to suck him off and then again to get him hard enough
to fuck her ass? What would her dancing pony tail look like as she
bobbed her hot mouth up and down his slick shaft? What would she do
if....
"Hey! Hello you! What are thinking so hard about? Didn't you hear
your name? We've been calling you Junior!" Patty's question's broke
his thoughts.
"Oh! Sorry! Ah. . .nothing. . .well . . ." Junior stammered, caught
totally flat footed.
`Come ON! Idiot!' he yelled at himself. `Get IT TOGETHER! You've
GOT to do BETTER than DUH, WELL!!!'
Junior cleared his throat and tried again: "Ahem. I'm really sorry I
didn't hear, I...ah. .. well, I was thinking about an girl I used to
be in love with. She was a cheerleader and had a pony tail just like
you. She'd clap and jump and her hair would bounce just like yours
and when you did that earlier I couldn't help but remember her." The
situation saving lie just rolled off his lips. He'd never wasted his
time with an air head cheerleader when he could have been with Mom or
Sis.
"I see," Patty calmly observed with a knowing smile.
Junior stood up and came to the doorway where Dr. Wentworth now joined
them. "What is it that you need? What can I do to help?" Junior
asked.
"Well James, I mean Junior, we've got a problem. The office Patty's
supposed to use hasn't been vacated yet. It was old Thornstron's, he
passed away a couple of weeks ago. The Dean says that the estate is
in shambles and no one has been able to get over here to clean it out
because of some legal hitch with his will. We could put it in boxes
and store it, but it doesn't seem right. He was our most senior
faculty member and has all sorts of plaques, mementos, gifts,
tributes, not to mention all the personal files...."
"To cut to the chase," Patty cut in with a laugh, "I've got to
appropriate this for my office, or, as I can see it's large and with
two desks already, I think we could share. If that's not a problem
with you? Is it Junior?"
"Oh no! In fact there's room for me at the back of lab #9 and I can
just pick up my stuff now and move there to do my work."
"No," Patty replied. "That's where we've all ready decided to set up
my gear; in the back of lab #9, and a little experiment next door in
the back of lab #6. There won't be room for you and the smells will
interfere with our paper work." She turned to the Professor, "So this
will be it. I'll need a telephone and a computer; at least a word
processor. A fax machine would be nice. And the normal office
supplies, pencils, paper, stuff like that.
Junior thought he'd died and gone to heaven. `To think he'd have to
sit here all summer with this hot babe! Maybe she'd let him fuck her
during breaks? Or at least....'
They were both staring at him from the doorway. He realized they'd
asked him a question! `Oh no, not stupiditous idiotitous again!'
Junior reacted quicker this time.
"Sorry again. Just thinking where I can get you the best desk top
computer for your needs. Let's see, you're going to need the Internet
and lots of hard drive. Is a DOS based machine OK, or are you a
MAC'ee?"
She laughed again, sensing his quick recovery. "DOS based is better
for me; or a simple Windows machine would work fine."
"Good," Junior replied. "There are some MACs around, but too few for
the users who have to have them because they haven't learned any
better. Say, I'll bet you'll want a scientific machine; I mean one
that's for serious hard science. I know someone in Biology that I bet
I can provide get a nice new one. They recently got a mess of them
and won't need them all until the Fall term. You'll need at least
three phone lines; let's get four so you can have an extra voice line
for special needs. And then...."
"Hey, hey!" Patty admonished him. "This is only for the summer now.
Let's not build our own special laboratory here."
"No. Really, it'll be OK. It's summer and only a third of the staff
and faculty are around. The stuff isn't being used anyway. Why not
have everything you'll need? And besides, it will be all signed over
to THE Dr. Wentworth! Have you clued her in yet Professor? NO?
Well," Junior adopted a western drawl, "Missy, the Doc `ere's got all
these `ere greenhorns buff'loed. These tenderfoots have only just
begun to appreciate good Doc Wentworth. Thar ain't narry a one who
wouldn't give their best girl to Doc if'n he needed her, they'd even
share their best hoss if'n he a-had-a hanker'n ta it! Yes sir'ee bob!
And them that don't share their goodies with ole Doc, well they'd a
wished they'd a-had-a come judgement day! You betch'a! Now don't you
worry even a little ole hair on your head Missy. We'll get cha' all
set up in no time. Doc and I go way back and anyone whose a pal of
Doc's is a pal of mine! We stick together and ary'thing a be just
hunky dorey roun' here!"
After they got done laughing, Junior got back to business: "I'm not
sure about all four circuits, but I figure I can have it all ready by
noon. One o'clock at the latest!"
Patty's eyes got wide: "No! Really? Today?"
"Why sh'or Ma'am, `nutin ta it! Ole Doc and I, well, we gots lots a
pals ery'whar and, like I say Missy, them's that don't wanna co'oprate
will live ta ra'gret it!" Junior finished by pulling out two six-
shooter fingers and thumbs and demonstrated how it would be for those
less than fully cooperative.
Wiping the mirth off his face, Dr. Wentworth explained; "That's great
Junior, but don't neglect your other duties, especially studies and
class. Patty just got to town and hasn't really begun to unpack. I
think her plan's were to take some time to settle in and then start to
work next Monday. So you've got lots of time and you don't have to
break anyone's arms or shoot them if they can't jump thru three hoops
at the same time by high noon. OK?"
"Right. Got'cha. Gives me more time to be sure I get the best
workstation and fax! I'd better get started," Junior replied as he
turned to the telephone, "Oh Patty! Which desk would you want or
would you like to re-arrange the office to suit your needs?"
"It looks just fine. You use the desk you're at and I'll take the
other one. OK?"
"Fine with me." Junior replied.
They said their good-byes and Junior began to make a list of what he
thought he'd need to set up Patty's office.
End Chapter 2
***********************My Dear Readers******************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the
21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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