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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. Some real places are described, but all the
characters and most places in my stories are completely fictional. Any
resemblance to anyone or anything real is completely accidental and
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************************ Thank You **********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston - Chapter 80 - A Little Trouble
*************************** Story Prolog ***************************
I'm Justine and I wrote this story. James, my Husband, and I live in a
small-town in USA Midwest with our college Son, Junior, and our just-
graduated high school cheerleader Daughter, Maryann.
This story is about Junior's girl, my newly adopted Daughter Emily.
Emily begins her day having an enlightening workout at the Campus
Intramural gym, has the University President Dr. James take her to
breakfast, and then gets wise advise from her academic advisor Dr.
Robert Wentworth. He's a long, lost cousin of James and, along with his
young Wife, Dr. Patty, they spend the afternoon helping Emily work
through some issues.
Previous chapters can be found in the archives at ASSTR. Do a SUBJECT
LINE SEARCH in the ASSM section and search on MRS JWP. If you have any
difficulty, send me a note and I'll forward to you some step by step
instructions that Junior wrote. All those options and stuff in ASSTR
are confusing, but Junior's instructions are simple and easy to follow!
******************* Thanks for reading my stories *********************
****************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston *********************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 80
A Little Trouble
"That was wonderful!" Emily sighed as she stretched, awakening in her
bed after a great night's sleep. It was dawn and Maryann wondered if
she ought to go to the gym and get in a morning workout on the various
machines and free weights of 'girl's fitness program' that Maryann had
taught her. She stripped off her oversized T-shirt sleeper, like all
teenage girls seem to wear, and began to pull off her panties when she
was reminded by her panty liner that her period had started.
She looked and saw no spotting, pleased again that her menses was just
as it normally was before she began taking the Mother's Blessing herbal
contraceptive *and* before she began to have sex. She reached down and
touched the inner surface of the pad, finding that it was moist.
Surprised, she jerked her hand back and bumped against her clitoral
hood. A spark of sex fire shot from her clit.
'Hmmmmmmmm! I guess I'm kinda horny!' she laughed to herself. 'Must be
why my pad is soaked.'
She stripped off the panty liner and kicked her panties off over by her
laundry basket. She got a disposal paper sack provided by the dorm for
discarding menstrual items, an environmental effort to keep the them out
of the sanitary sewer system of the University, and dropped the pad into
it. She pulled out her tampon and likewise added it to the bag. She
got out a new tampon and inserted it, again getting the sexy feelings as
she touched her genitals.
Emily remembered then talking to her lover, Junior, last night about
being hot and the idea that Billy Joe, who'd been married for many years
before his Wife had died, might be agreeable to sex with her even though
she was having her period.
'And he'll call me today and set up our meeting for me to drive him over
here to Uncle Bob's house for him to spend the night,' she reasoned.
'Maybe I'll get fucked! Or maybe he'll just eat me!' she hoped.
All the thinking of sexy things got Emily a little steamed up. 'I'd
better go work out and burn off this excess sex energy,' she decided.
She went to her dresser and pulled out one of her new sports bras and
matching workout shorts. Just moving about seemed to stoke the sex
fires in her loins. 'This is really bad,' Emily pondered, 'I need my
Man!'
As she dug through her sock drawer for a pair to wear with her new
workout shoes, her fingers bumped against something hard.
'My butt plug!' Emily realized as she grabbed it and pulled it out.
'This will be fun to wear as I work out,' she half teased herself. Then
with a horny determination, she got out a tube of lubricant, slicked up
the anal toy, an pushed it up her ass. "Ohhh!" she moaned aloud.
"That's nice! Perhaps he'll fuck my ass?" she wished, thinking Billy
Joe might at least do that to help put out her sexual fires.
With that nice thought, Emily put on her shimmering blue sports bra and
the matching bicycle shorts that hugged her ass deliciously. She put on
sweat socks and her cross-trainer shoes. In her belly bag she put her
phone, her ID, and two tampons. Emily left her room, locked her door,
and went to the floor's communal shower. In a corner of the toilet
room, she dropped the disposal bag in the special foot-operated sanitary
waste can. At the sink counter, she washed her hands and face, put a
matching blue sweatband around her forehead to hold back her shoulder-
length brown hair, and checked her reflection.
Remembering when Maryann had her plugged with the same anal toy, and had
her try on the sports bra and then doing jumping jacks to verify if it
could support her big breasts, Maryann did a couple of the exercises to
see if her new exercise bras really did keep her boobs from wobbling and
gyrating wildly.
"Oh baby!" one of the floor lesbians gasped as she opened the washroom
door to see Emily trying to bounce her tits in her sexy blue workout
outfit. "I don't know where you're going this early in the morning
dressed like that, but I wish it was to my room!" the gay woman laughed.
Emily smiled and replied, "Not this morning," leaving the option open
for perhaps a future invitation. "I'm going to go work out. What to
join me Tiffany?"
"Nah," she grinned back at Emily, "but I'll give you a more pleasurable
set of exercises in my room than those jocks will at the gym."
"No thanks," Emily replied. "I need to do some special stuff to keep my
butt and boobs from sagging," she stuck out her chest at Tiffany, then
turned and did the same with her sexy bottom.
Tiffany wasn't very shapely. She had small breasts and not much of a
butt, but was attractive and very smart. She also knew when she saw a
sexy woman. Emily realized that Tiffany was hitting on her and looked
over her shoulder to see what effect her skin tight shimmering blue
shorts might have on the cute lesbian.
Tiffany's eyes were wide open as she stared at Emily's ass and Emily
noticed she unconsciously licked her lips, as if her desire was flaming.
Emily decided that teasing her wasn't going to do either of them any
good. With a last toss of her hair, Emily moved to the door, said: "See
ya later!" and left the shower room to go to the gym. 'If I don't get
some sex today, tomorrow I'll show her more than my workout clothes!'
Emily thought as she jogged across campus in the early dawn light.
"Shit!" Tiffany cussed as Emily left, the luscious ass remaining fixed
in her mind. "I got to get my hands on that butt!" she muttered as she
stripped off her T-shirt and panties before stepping in the shower
wearing her togs. "If she gives me half a chance, I'm going to suck on
her boobs and puss and make her scream!" Tiffany kept up her
fantasizing as she soaped herself, playing with her tits and ass while
she fingered her clit to orgasm.
Emily signed in at the gym, noting that only two other students, both
guys, were already checked in. She handed over her student ID to the
girl attendant in exchange for a towel and went to the exercise
machines. As Maryann had showed her, she began with a 10 minute
treadmill run and moved through several leg, butt, and back
strengthening machines. Both guys were doing power presses to work
their arm and chest muscles. She went into the weight room and set up a
light bar for dead lifts, overhead lifts, curls, and a few other simple
exercises that Maryann had insisted would help her arm, shoulder, and
chest muscles stay tight.
"Getting a good workout?" one of the guys said as he set up a 225 pound
bar for his clean and press workout. "Don't you think you need more
weight?" he added, leering at Emily's luscious body, hoping to start a
conversation with the young coed.
"I'm all right," Emily replied, wishing there were more people around to
keep this jock from hitting on her.
She moved away from him and began to swing 10 pound weights with each
hand, turning her back to him to dissuade any more talk. He didn't take
the hint and kept hitting on her, pissing her off. Emily finally
finished and tossed the weights down and left the room, thinking that
perhaps wearing her sexy workout clothes wasn't such a good idea.
At the gym check-in desk, she asked the girl attendant, "Does every jock
think he's God's gift to women?"
"Bob hitting on you too?" the girl asked as she took Emily's towel and
handed back her ID. "That asshole doesn't know when to quit."
Right then the guy, who'd obviously followed Emily, came up to the desk
to check out too. "Let's go take a run together, gorgeous," he
suggested.
"Can't," Emily said, turning toward the women's locker room. "Excuse
me," she added as she trotted into the girl's shower area.
Emily waited a few minutes and came back out to find the jock jerk gone.
"The idiot's gone," the attendant explained. "Sorry about that, but I'm
going to write this incident up and report it to the Intramural Board.
I'm hopping that if I complain enough about him, they'll ban him from
this gym. He only comes in here to hit on coeds. The jocks have their
own exercise area in the sports complex, but he keeps coming over here.
All the girls hate his constant leering and crude come-ons."
"That's a good idea," Emily agreed. "Good luck! See ya later!"
As Emily left the gym, instead of heading directly back to her dorm the
way she'd come earlier, she decided to jog over to the river and run up
the trail that led to her dorm the long way along the Orion River Trail,
a popular running path. It was a beautiful morning and still early
enough so there weren't many people or cars about. She began an easy
lope and, by the time she hit the river path, she'd steadied into a
comfortable jog. She concentrated on breathing deeply and regularly,
enjoying the fresh morning air.
As she turned a bend in the trail, she saw someone at the side of the
path. It was a guy and, as he looked up at her, she realized it was the
jerk from the gym, Bob. He smiled broadly and moved to stand in the
middle of the asphalt path, blocking her way. Unafraid, Emily slowed up
and stopped a few feet from his 240 pound bulk.
"Hey baby," Bob grinned at her. "I just knew you'd like to be with me!"
Before Emily could reply, he grabbed her roughly by her upper arms and
pulled her close to him, leering down at her, thinking he'd caught a fly
in his web of lewdness.
What happened next depended on who's version of the story you want to
believe.
Emily was both highly intelligent and wise. She'd taken rape prevention
training when she was sixteen and had yearly refresher classes. She
steadied herself and sighed, as taught, and let the guy think she was
docile. He relaxed his tight grip and Emily smiled coyly as she moved
closer to him. When his smiled broadened, assuming a new conquest,
Emily jerked her knee up as hard as she could into his balls.
"As hard as you can ladies," the coach had told the girls in the anti-
molestation class. "Don't just tap him. *Slam* him! *Smash* his
balls! *Hurt* the bastard! If you don't, he'll just get mad and hurt
you back. You want him down! On the ground! Do it twice if you have
to! You want to make him cry for his mother!"
Bob didn't scream for his mother, or cry at all. His face flushed and
his mouth opened, but no sound came out as he grabbed his groin. His
knees buckled a bit and he turned away from Emily, hunched over to try
and lessen the pain. That's when Emily kicked him in the lower back,
right over the kidneys.
"If he doesn't go down, kick him until he does," the instructor at the
last update class had told them. "Some of these big jerks need a little
more help going down than others. Kick him in the face! Kick him in
the kidneys! Kick him in the ass. Slam one of knees from the side and
*that* will put him down!"
As Emily told the campus police man and woman at the security office,
where she'd jogged over after the assault, "Bob was laying on the grass
holding his groin," when she left after taking his belly bag.
"Let's go over and I'll show you where he attacked me," Emily told the
startled officers. "If we hurry, he may still be there."
The female cop drove, following Emily's directions, as the guy cop,
finding Bob's student ID in the belly bag Emily had taken, checked it
against the University Police's Student Info Data Base.
"Christ! It's Big Bob!" the campus cop gasped. "Miss? You took down a
big one!"
"Asshole grabbed me when I was just beginning to enjoy the morning!"
Emily cussed.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" the woman cop asked as she drove across
the sidewalks to get to the river trail.
"Just these bruises on each arm," Emily replied, looking at the two big
black and blue areas on her upper arms. "They're okay. It just really
pissed me off!"
"You kneed him in the crotch?" the male officer asked.
"Yes!" Emily replied proudly. "As hard as I could. Just like I was
taught in rape prevention class."
"Way to go girl!" the woman officer congratulated her. "Did he go
down?"
"No, so I kicked him in the kidneys! He was laying in the grass
groaning when I left. I took off his ID bag and ran straight over to
you guys."
"Coach is going to go ballistic this time," the guy cop warned. "Bob
got busted in July for trying to hassle a campus visitor and he's on
probation with the President's Safety Council. This doesn't look good
for the star football jock for this coming season."
"But it does look better for the women of this campus," the policewoman
replied. "If we can get Bob off campus, it'll make every coed safer."
"Good!" Emily snorted. "He's a pig!"
"And speaking of pigs, there he is now!" the guy campus police officer
said, pointing the lump at the side of the river path. "Leslie, call in
back-up from the city. And the paramedics. I'll go put the cuffs on
him. Emily, you stay here! I don't want you getting out of this car!
No matter what!"
Bob got loaded into an ambulance and they took him away. His story was
that Emily attacked him as he stood innocently by the side of the
jogging path.
The protective campus cops wouldn't let Emily be interviewed by the city
cops - it would become their jurisdiction because of the seriousness of
the crime - insisting that Emily needed immediate medical attention.
Most rape, assault, and molestation crimes needed good medical forensics
and no one could complain that Emily should see a doctor immediately.
The campus cops took her to the campus clinic and they took photographs
of her arm bruises. The X-Rays were negative. As required by
University rules, Emily's guardians were notified. Emily, using her own
phone, reassured them that nothing much happened and she'd taken the
necessary measures to ensure that he hadn't abused her. John and Susan,
her New York City guardians, were upset but not alarmed after Emily
calmly explained what had happened.
The woman campus cop stayed with her and they discussed various
techniques for disabling attackers. "You did really good Emily," Leslie
told her. "Most of Bob's victims don't fare so well."
Emily told Leslie that Bob had been hassling her at the gym and the
attendant was going to file a complaint against him. Leslie took some
notes until the duty nurse came in, wanting to give Emily a complete
physical, something she said was required in rape cases.
"Look!" Emily said disgusted with all the administrative crap, "He only
grabbed my arms. Here!" she pointed to the two bruises. "This
bureaucracy is crazy! Why can't I just get on with my life. I've got
classes to attend!"
Before the Nurse could reply, the door opened and the University
President, Doctor James, entered.
"Emily!" his 'Presidential' voice boomed. "Are you okay?"
"Oh sure!" Emily replied, hopping up to hug President James. "Thanks
for coming down, but it's really nothing! Doctor John shouldn't have
called you."
"Well, I'm here. Now what's going on?" he demanded as he stroked
Emily's hair to calm her, like she was one of his grandkids.
"I was just jogging back from my workout at the gym when this guy
grabbed me."
"Did you know him?"
"He was at the gym earlier, leering at me the whole time," Emily
confided, "but when he blocked me out on the river path and grabbed me,
I just did like I was taught in rape prevention class."
"Is that how you got these bruises?" Dr. James asked, indicating the
black and blue spots on her arms.
"Yes," Emily replied.
"And that's all?" he asked.
"Well, I did get to see them load him into the ambulance for a ride to
the hospital," Emily smirked. "Doctor James? I understand that he's on
probation with your Safety Council. I hope they can prevent him from
returning to campus."
"That's true sir," the lady cop assured President James. "A lot of
girls will be a lot safer with Bob banned from campus. I had to
interview that girl he assaulted last month and I doubt that, without a
lot of therapy, she'll ever be the same again. She wasn't a student,
but I hope her family is supporting her."
"They are," President James replied sadly, "but it's going to be a long
drawn out effort. I stay in touch with them. You're right about Bob
too. I'll start his dismissal and banishment papers first thing I get
back to the office. I'll call the state's attorney's office too. I
want a permanent injunction against the possibility of his return to
this or any other state campus. That boy ought to be
institutionalized!"
"Emily," the persistent nurse interrupted, "you need to take that
physical now!"
"I'm not taking any stupid physical!" Emily insisted. "It's nearly the
end of the term and I can't waste my time taking a useless physical.
You've taken X-rays and photographs of my bruises. That's enough. Now
let me get on with my life. It's been nearly two hours since I was
attacked and it's time to put this behind me. President James? Can't
you make these medical people see the silliness of me taking a full
physical when all he did was bruise my arms?"
"Doctor James, the rules in assault cases are very specific. . . . "
"Nurse, I don't think we need to make a big deal out of this. Please
mark her medical chart that I've waived her physical and I'll personally
take responsibility." He turned to Emily and offered his arm, "Emily,
why don't you let me take you to breakfast and you can brief me on how
your special project is going. Okay?"
Emily said, "Yes," and happily took his arm, relieved that she wasn't
have to strip, displaying her butt plug. She thanked the lady campus
cop and the nurse for their services as she left on the University
President's arm.
Outside of the medical center, Dr. James held open the passenger door of
his Cadillac for Emily. He got in the other side and asked where Emily
would like to eat.
"The dorm food is pretty good for breakfast," she replied.
"Good!" he laughed, "I haven't eaten in a dorm cafeteria in ages." He
looked at Emily's sexy workout outfit, "Especially with such charming
company."
Emily blushed and giggled, "Wow! Just wait until the girls get a load
of you in the gruel queue." Realizing what she'd said, she added
quickly, "That's what the girls call it, but I think the food is really
good." Emily squirmed a little on the wide leather seat, feeling the
butt plug move around inside her ass delightfully.
"No problem Emily," he laughed again. "I remember some of the things we
called our food back when I was a student in a dormitory."
He and Emily chuckled as they traded stories of dorm life, now and then,
until he pulled into the parking lot at her dorm. Again he offered his
arm and escorted Emily to the 'Gruel Queue' in the cafeteria. Heads
turned and the girls whispered to each other as Emily got juice, cereal,
fruit, and soy milk while Dr. James ordered coffee, juice, bacon and
eggs, and toast. Emily's ID was scanned to pay for her breakfast and
President James insisted, over the cafeteria's manager's objections,
that he pay cash for his own food at the visitor's menu prices.
They sat at a small table among the giggling girls who stared in awe at
Dr. James' presence among them like a normal, mortal being, happily
digging in to his hearty breakfast. President James said nothing about
the many scantily clad girls who didn't expect a man to be among them at
breakfast, much less the University President.
Emily didn't recognize any of the women to call them over to meet Dr.
James, trying to please him and the dorm girls, but she did see Liz dash
in to grab an apple on her way to a class. Liz didn't see them so Emily
called her over to their table. Liz was nearly struck dumb seeing Emily
with Dr. James eating breakfast.
"Liz. This is Dr. James," Emily introduced her. President James, this
is my friend Liz. She's a junior dance major."
"Hi Liz. Nice to meet you," Dr. James said as he stood to take her
hand. "Won't you join us?" He gestured to the empty chair next to him.
Liz was running very late and had simply thrown on some shorts and a T-
shirt over her workout leotard, with tennis shoes. She'd ass-fucked
C.C. all night and only had a few hours of sleep, but felt great with a
nice happy sexy glow about her.
"I'd love to, but I got to get to dance class," she apologized. "I was
up late studying film and I must scoot. Nice meeting you sir. I hope
that we can meet when I have more time. Please excuse me! I gotta go
now. Bye Emily. Call me later. My last class ends at four."
With that, Liz dashed off to class. Emily changed the subject and began
to tell Dr. James about her progress on the project he'd assigned her,
to describe her experiences in his Gifted Student's Early Entry program
for newly graduated high school seniors.
After she'd give him an overview, he complimented her and suggested that
she call his very efficient secretary, April, to set up a meeting so she
could help her get the report into the proper University business format
for presentation to the Board and to the College VPs.
"April is very good at this sort of thing and I wouldn't dream of making
a presentation without her specific input and approval. She's got
several years experience at it and I do think she'd like to meet you
personally. We don't get to interact very much with regular students
and it always is refreshing when we do. So please don't be shy and let
April have a look at what you've come up with. Okay?"
Emily agreed she'd call later that day, but she too had to go up and
change to get to her chemistry lab. President James walked with her to
the dish and tray disposal area, then, again offering his arm, they
walked to the cashier and he loudly thanked the serving staff, telling
the manger that his breakfast was excellent. As they turned to leave,
he saw that many of the women residents were watching so he stopped,
loudly thanked them for letting him join them for breakfast, bowed in
respect, and walked Emily to the cafeteria exit.
Happy to have been with this true gentleman, Emily sneaked a quick kiss
to his cheek and dashed off to the stairs to go up to her room.
Upstairs she stripped off her workout clothes, pulled out her butt plug,
and ran naked to the shower room with her bucket of soaps and towels.
She took a quick hot shower, dried off, and brushed out her hair with a
little of her imported hair oil. Back in her room she got out a nice
white lace bra and panty set, a knee length pleated green skirt, and a
white button sleeveless blouse.
She eyed the butt plug and decided that it was a pleasant sexual tease
that she now missed. She lubed up the soft toy and pushed it up her ass
with a sigh of fullness. She pulled up her tight panties and put on her
bra, then remembered to dose herself with the 'Mother's Blessing'
contraceptive herbal remedy. She slipped into her blouse and skirt. On
her feet she wore a pair of 2 inch high heel clog sandals.
Looking at her image in her full length mirror, she hoped that she could
get a rise out of her Professor, Uncle Bob. In her current state of
horniness, he was the best possibility to satisfy her needs at this time
of day.
'I'll just get his sympathy about the assault, bend over his desk, flip
up my skirt, and tell him to pull out my plug and fuck my ass!' she told
herself, working up the courage for her first blatant seduction. He'd
had her ass before in front of her lover, who'd given his permission,
but this was her first adventure of seduction.
''I hope he's in his office,' she thought as the gathered her lab books
into her valise along with her phone, tampons, note pads, pens and
pencils, ID, and other stuff that today's coeds can't be without.
She walked through the warm morning to the Chem building, feeling the
butt plug with every stride across campus, getting hotter and hotter as
she went. As she went up the empty stairs to his second floor office,
the ass toy wiggled inside her, sending sex sparks flying around her
groin. At the landing, she paused and squeezed down on the plug a
couple of times and felt a rush of pre-orgasmic thrills racing up to her
brain. With a glow in her cheeks and a spark in her eyes, Emily went
down the hall and knocked on his office door.
"Enter."
"Hi Uncle Bob!" she said as she came in his messy office, moving to him
as he stood to greet her.
"Emily!" Professor Bob Wentworth replied. "I've heard that you've had
an. . . . ah. . . an. . . . exciting morning!" he stammered.
"Yeah well," she paused as she hugged him, getting another sex thrill as
she smelled his scent and male pheromones. "It happened so fast that I
haven't really thought about it much."
Bob was stunned to see Emily. He'd though that at least she'd be in a
little shock over the incident, perhaps spending the day in her room to
avoid having to discuss it with others.
"As your advisor," he added, stepping back to see her sexy outfit and
the ugly bruises on her arms, "Doctor James' office called me earlier to
tell me you'd been assaulted. I'm happy to see that you're. . . . ah. .
. . okay!"
"Oh yeah," Emily smiled. "I'm okay all right."
"Let's see here," Bob looked down at a sheet of paper, "Severely bruised
testicles and a traumatized right kidney." He looked up from his notes,
"Looks like Assualt prevention class taught you pretty well!
Congratulations." He looked down at the paper again, "The prognosis is
good that there won't be any permanent damage."
"Oh!" Emily replied as she stepped back from him. "I didn't know."
"Are you sad that you didn't cause him more permanent damage?"
"No, that's not it. I just wanted him to let me go," Emily replied.
"And to be punished."
"Well, Dr. James is seeing to that. The guy has already been dismissed
from the University and the papers to have him banned from all the
state's campuses have been filed by the state's attorney's office, which
will include mandatory aggression therapy counseling."
"Good!"
"So why the long face?"
"Well. . . . " Emily was trying to formulate her words, "I started my
period last night and I'm. . . . "
Bob grinned, "not pregnant." He thought he'd finish her sentence for
her. "I heard about that."
"Well, yeah. . . . " Emily couldn't decide how to tell him what she
wanted, "but. . . . "
Bob's grin changed to a broad smile, "You're horny! And Junior's not
around!"
Emily grinned and replied, "You are so-o-o wise!" She bent over his
desk and flipped up her skirt, "Fuck me! Please! Fuck my ass!"
Bob moved close to her luscious ass and palmed her panty covered ass
cheeks, massaging them softly until he discovered the butt plug. He
poked at it with his finger and wiggled it around, making Emily moan
with her need.
"Oh Goddess above. I'm so hot!"
"You sure are, but I'm going to need a little help."
Emily, confused, and turned to see him back away and cup his crotch,
rubbing his limp prick inside his pants.
'Idiot!' Emily thought to herself. 'He doesn't even have a hardon!'
She grinned and turned around, striking a sexy pose as she unbuttoned
her blouse, tossed it off, and dropped her skirt, displaying her
voluptuous body wearing just her bra, panties, and high heel sandals.
'You buy sexy underwear and, when you get a chance, show it off!'
Maryann had taught her.
She moved slowly and sexily to him, kissed his mouth briefly, and
dropped into a squat as she fondled his cock through his pants. The
tall heels of her sandals made squatting easier than kneeling. She
loosened his belt, opened his pants, ran down the zipper, and lowered
his pants and underwear.
"Nice!" she groaned as she hefted his limp cock to her waiting lips.
"I'm going to really enjoy this big boy!" Emily muttered to his cock
before she took it fully into her mouth.
Bob looked down at the eighteen year old seductress clad in only her
skimpy white lace bra and panties. "Oh God!" Bob moaned as Emily's lips
and tongue worked their magic on his growing erection.
Emily had learned that sloppy, noisy cocksucking was a turn-on for guys
and she made sure that her oral attentions were smacking loud. She knew
that they didn't have much time and she was more than ready to get
fucked. Within two minutes she had him hard and ready for fucking.
"God it's so beautiful," Emily groaned as she popped his slick pulsing
cock out of her mouth to wipe it around on her lips, chin, and cheeks.
"So hard! So hot!" Emily moaned, clearly lost in her lust. She paused
and looked up at Bob, holding his cock head to her lips as she asked,
"Patty didn't drain you this morning, did she?"
Bob shook his head no and suggested, "Get up and bend over my desk again
and I'll show you!"
Happy, Emily hopped up out of her squat, turned, and leaned over his
desk, her arms holding her chest up off the spread out papers on his
desk, "Do me good Uncle Bob!"
He shuffled over, his pants around his ankles limiting his stride, and
happily again palmed the hot panty covered bottom, caressing and feeling
her luscious ass, teasing, saying, "Don't you mess up my papers little
girl!"
Emily wiggled her butt in frustration, "Hurry up will you? Quit playing
and fuck me!"
Hearing her pleas, he quickly skinned down her panties and jerked out
her butt plug.
"Oh fuck!" Emily groaned, and again cussed, "Oh shit!" as he just as
quickly rammed it back in again. "Uncle Bob!" she cried, protesting.
"Damnit. Just do it!"
He surrendered fully to her needs and jerked out the plug only to slide
his erection in easily through the well lubricated nearly closed hot
opening. It took him three in and out strokes to bottom out and Emily
whimpered.
Alarmed that he might be hurting her, he asked as he gently moved in and
out, "How do you want it? Fast or slow?"
"Just. . . . like. . . . that!" She gasped, then added, "OH GODDESS
ABOVE! I'M CUMMING!!"
Bob held still with just his hands on Emily's hips to keep from being
dislodged as her body shook and quivered through a huge orgasm. Bob
could feel her ass muscles ripple around his cock but was more impressed
with the visible shudders that seemed to move through her body with
startling strength and rapidity.
"A good one, huh?" Bob asked with a chuckle as Emily's arms failed her
and she collapsed onto the desk top. Her elbows slid out, pushing aside
some papers and Emily lay the side of her face on the top of a pile of
documents, panting for air.
Bob shook his head, amazed at her quick cum. With a sly grin, he
reached over her to his new desk telephone and pushed a couple of
buttons.
"Yes honey," his wife answered from her office that she shared with
Junior near the labs on the next floor.
Emily's brain registered the voice of Aunt Patty, her friend and lover,
Bob's wife, but was too caught up in the afterglow of her wonderful
sudden cum.
"Emily just came in my office," Bob replied. "Say hi to Patty," he told
Emily. He emphasized the point by pulling his cock halfway out of her
butt and shoving it quickly back in.
"Ohhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," Emily moaned. Bob did it again and all Emily
could do was groan again.
"Emily! Don't drool on those papers! I told you not to make a mess!"
"Sound's like Emily needs the comfort of another woman," Patty giggled.
"After the shock of being attacked, I wouldn't be surprised. I'd better
come right over and help out."
"Good idea," Bob agreed, giving Emily another fuck stroke with only a
groan of pleasure from Emily. "Use your key darling."
"Right!" Patty replied and switched off, dashing out, down the stairs,
and over to her Husband's office.
She entered, re-locked the door, and saw that Bob was now steadily
fucking Emily's ass as she whimpered with joy. Patty went to the couch
and grabbed a folded blanket she left there for when she fucked her
husband. She took it to the desk and urged Emily to lift up. Bob
helped, reaching under her to cup her tits, lifting up, while he
continued to screw her ass.
"His desk is so messy and he makes such a big deal about it," Patty
sympathized with Emily. "That's why I keep this blanket here. Now lift
up a little more and I'll spread it under you." Patty unfolded it once
and made a pad under Emily's chest and head. "Okay. All set!" Patty
said as Emily lowered her head and chest and began to fuck back at Bob,
moaning her pleasure again.
Patty moved to her Husband and kissed him hotly as she asked, "She okay
about the assault?"
"I guess so," Bob replied. "All she wanted to do was ass fuck."
Patty stepped back and one foot bumped the hard rubber anal plug that
Emily had been wearing. She instantly realized what it was and why it
was there and she immediately understood.
Moving to caress Emily's back and then slipping around to find her
swollen nipple, she told Emily, "Aren't you the hot bitch this morning."
Patty lowered her voice sexily, "Your period started so you got a plug
in your pussy and another up your ass."
"Un-huh!" Emily croaked, admitting the truth.
"Want me to eat you at the same time?"
Emily's head lifted as she moaned and gasped, "Oh yeah!" She quickly
added, "Can't! Got lab now!"
"Oh, I think you can miss this day's classes," Patty cooed, urging Emily
backward to make room for her to get underneath to eat her.
Bob helped, pulling Emily's hips back a step, and Patty quickly knelt
under Emily's hips and stretched up to lash her tongue out at Emily's
clit.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" Emily screamed, climaxing
heavily.
After a few moments, Patty pulled out and stood, wiping girl juice, and
cum, smeared with a little pink blood, from her mouth, lips, and chin.
"Better not do this here! She have the whole building down on us in a
minute," Patty wisely noted. "Let's take her back to the house. You
got some time honey?"
"Gotta cum!" Bob gasped and began to slam into Emily's ass.
The 26 year-old brunette PhD Bio-chemist, picked Emily's butt plug up
off the floor, and took it over to wash the carpet dirt off in the
office sink. From their office stash of sexy stuff, Patty got a tube of
lubricant and greased the toy for Emily's ass, watching her man fuck it
hard, getting close to orgasm. With an evil grin, Patty used a slicked-
up finger pushed up her Husbands his ass to poke at his prostrate,
making him cum. Instantly!
"Oh!" Professor Robert Wentworth cried. "Oh Emily!" he nearly whined as
his hips quivered while jet after jet of hot cum irrigated Emily's
rectum.
Emily, still floating on a high sexual plateau, whimpered happily as she
soared into sexual nirvana. Bob's spurts were like white-hot lava
against her innards and her very core melted. Emily totally collapsed;
her face and chest onto the helpful Patty's folded out blanket, her hips
sagged, and her legs gave out, knees sagging as she dropped to the
floor, her breasts dragging the blanket to the edge of the desk,
scattering papers.
"Shit Bob," Patty cussed, "She's fucked out!"
Bob staggered back around his desk, hampered by his pants around his
ankles, and replied, "She's young." He plopped into his desk chair.
"Eighteen year old girl's have a fast recovery rate."
Patty bent over and cuddled Emily, lying lewdly over the end of Bob's
desk, "Emily? Sweetie? Honey, we got to get out of here!"
To her Husband, Patty instructed, "Bob? Look up her class schedule and
let those Professors know that she's unable to attend today. Mention
her assault and that she needs the day to regain her composure."
"Good idea," Professor Wentworth agreed. "If anyone doesn't want to
cooperate, I'll get Dr. James to intervene on her behalf. I'll bet that
if the President of the University asks a Professor to excuse Emily
because she'd been assaulted on campus, I'm sure there won't be any
difficulties."
"I want go to class!" Emily muttered, stirring from her post-orgasmic
stupor.
Patty had her standing, butt plug back in her ass and panties pulled up.
"No you don't," Patty insisted as she slid Emily's blouse back on her
and buttoned it up. "You're coming with me back to the house to relax
in the sun."
Bob knelt before her, holding her skirt up for her to step into. Patty
had to hold her steady as Bob buttoned her skirt and zipped it up.
"It's on the wrong side!" Emily giggled, seeing he'd put her skirt on
backwards.
"Forget it," Patty told her, hefting Emily's valise as she led her out
of Bob's office. "Bye honey," she called back over her shoulder.
"Yeah!" Emily muttered. "Thanks for the nice cums Uncle Bob!"
Bob grinned as he tucked his shirt tails back in and went to his desk to
take care of Emily's class absences.
Patty nearly dragged Emily up the stairs to her office. She shut down
her work station, locked the office, and took a now more alert Emily
down to her car.
"Really Patty, I should go to class!" Emily protested. "At least swing
by my Dorm and let me get my other books so I can study!"
"Oh, all right!" Patty conceded, and did as Emily wanted, though she
insisted that she go up to her room with her to make sure she got what
she needed quickly.
At the front desk, they found packages for Emily had been delivered.
"Hey! This one's from Hawaii!" Emily shouted joyously as she ripped the
box open. Inside she found the love icon that her lover, Junior, had
sent and a short love note. She read the note and began sputtering, big
tears of happiness running down her cheeks. "Oh Goddess Above! It's a
love note and a love gift from Junior!"
"How nice!" Patty cooed. "All these other's are from 'Keri's and Geri's
Salon and Spa'," she told Emily. "Did you order something?"
"They must be from Maryann! My new underwear!"
"How nice!" Patty gushed, knowing that new underthings always cheer up a
woman. "We'll take them with us out to the house. We'll have a
lingerie show by the pool."
Emily got her books and soon they were driving up to Bob and Patty's
house on Whispering Pines Ridge in Patty's convertible VW beetle. Once
there, they carried all the packages in and outside to the deck,
stripped naked, and jumped into the pool.
"This feels nice!" Emily sighed, swimming about, Patty watching intently
to make sure Emily all right.
After ten minutes or so, the two women got out and lay on adjoining
chaise lounge chairs, soaking up the sun.
"You've got to call him," Patty told Emily.
"Yes! Such a lovely gift and a wonderful note!" Emily agreed as she got
up to get her wireless phone. "I'll call Junior right now!"
"No, you'd better wait a bit. It's only five o'clock in the morning in
Kauai. Let's look at the other stuff. You need to thank Maryann too.
They'll probably be together."
Patty spread three lounge pads on the deck as Emily opened the five
shipping cartons. Inside each was a box labeled in the order in which
it was to be opened.
"Two of five," Emily muttered, then, "four of five. Where's the fucking
first one!" Emily cussed in frustration.
Patty came over and helped her open them. They carried the five boxes
and sat with them on the mats where Emily opened the first one marked
'One of Five'. A note from Maryann, which she'd prepared before going
on vacation to Hawaii, read: 'One dozen custom-made fine bras with
matching thong panty, in six colors, two pair each. Fine lingerie can
only be hand washed. As you mature, fittings change. We'll get you a
new set next summer. - M.'
"A dozen pairs," Patty gasped, amazed at Maryann's generosity.
Emily pulled apart the tissue and found a beautiful white lace bra
folded carefully with a thong panty. She stood and put them on. Patty
helped tie the front ribbon bow that held the bra together as Emily tied
the sides of the thong panty.
"Turn around," Patty asked, licking her lips at the luscious sight,
"slowly!"
Emily turned, grinning sexily as she felt the comfort of a personally
fitted bra and panty, made in lace, with no hooks or snaps, by the
finest Parisian lingerie couturiers.
"God! You look great!" Patty complimented her. She looked into the box
and set out the other eleven sets, another white and two each of pink,
pale blue, light green, hot yellow, and black. "These are fantastic.
Here! Try on the blue."
Emily took off the white set and put on the blue, again modeling for
Patty.
"Whoo-wee! girl friend. You look hot enough to melt a gay guy," Patty
gushed.
"You think Junior will like?" Emily giggled, putting her hands behind
her head, jutting out her chest as she stood on her tip toes, the pose
her lover's Mother had put her in for photographing.
"Hell, who cares about Junior?" Patty moaned as she palmed Emily's lace
covered tit with one hand and her bare ass with the other, "You've got
my full attention."
Touches turned into caresses. Patty tweaked Emily's nipple and tapped
her butt plug. Emily's libido flamed as they kissed with lots of tongue
and lusty moaning. They lay back together on the mat and, with slight
pulls on three ribbons, the bra and panties fell away.
"I just started my period last night," Emily explained to Patty. "You
still want to do this?" she added as Patty's lips teased her nipples and
her fingers danced up and down her pussy lips.
"You bet," Patty assured her while she gently pulled on the little
string of her tampon, "It'll make your cum even more tasty!" Patty
tossed the used tampon onto some wrapping papers on the deck.
"Oh! Goddess above!" Emily gasped as Patty began to finger fuck her
slowly, grinding her palm against the now swollen clit. "I'm gonna
cum!"
Patty quickly swooped down to lap at Emily's clit in time with her now
blood-pink fingering, as she jerked the butt plug out with her other
hand!"
"OH FUCK!" Emily yelled as her orgasm blasted from her toes to her
crotch and bounced up to her brain. Patty deftly rammed the small butt
plug back in and Emily screamed, "I'M CUMMING!" as her thighs clamped
tight around Patty's head.
Patty's fingers found Emily's G-spot as she sucked in the entire
clitoral area, lashing at it wickedly with her tongue. Emily's body
shook and quivered as the orgasmic pleasure washed over her
consciousness again and again, leaving her teary eyed and gasping for
breath.
After a minute or two, Emily's muscles relaxed enough for Patty to free
her head and she sat back, enjoying the look of sexual bliss on Emily's
face. She saw that her fingers were smeared with Emily's now pink-cum
and, correctly assuming that her face was similarly covered, scooted
over to the pool edge and rolled in.
When Emily came out of her climatic stupor, she realized that Patty was
not with her and that, because of the splash she'd heard, she knew she'd
gone into the pool to wash off. Emily thought that a refreshing swim
was a good idea too and she walked on her hands and knees across the
mats and plunged headfirst into the pool to join Patty.
The shock of the water after the hot sun, and sex, caught Emily by
surprise as she sputtered, her breath taken away. Patty swam over to
her and hugged her, holding her above the water until she began to tread
water.
"I get hot during my period too," Patty confessed between kisses with
Emily. "You must have gushed a quart of cum, honey."
"Goddess above!" Emily groaned, "I've never, ever cum that hard so
quickly!"
"Just like a fucking virgin on prom night!" Patty laughed as she began
to rub her rock hard nipples against Emily's.
Emily felt the heat of Patty's body and dropped a hand to her pussy,
asking, "You ready?" as she felt up her 'Aunt' Patty.
"Oh yes!" Patty sighed, "I jumped in here to keep myself from creaming
over the way you looked when you came. Ahhhh! Ye-e-e-s-s-s!" she added
as Emily's fingers easily pushed up into her juicy pussy and began a
gentle stroking. Emily pushed along the pool wall with her other hand,
moving them into shallow water. "Oh God!" Patty gasped when Emily
tickled back along her perineum with her now free hand and found the
tight anal sphincter muscles to tease.
"Don't you wish I had a butt plug for you?" Emily cooed as she wiggled
her little finger into Patty's un-lubricated ass.
"Uhhhhmmmm!" Patty sighed in pleasure. "I had a toy box put up over by
the bar. Let's go get one and you can do my ass while you eat me! Come
on!" she told Emily as she pulled her toward the pool steps. "I want
you to make me look like you did when you came!"
The two lovers got out of the pool and dripped over to the new box,
Patty explaining, "James had one of these for Justine at her pool and I
just had to get one too! I got one of the guys that built the gazebo to
make it for me. Isn't it cute?"
The toy box was about the size of a small medicine cabinet made of wood
painted white like the fence it hung on with a sloping roof covered in
small shingles. The front had an oval metal mirror firmly attached and
was hinged at the bottom, latched at the top. The inside was nearly ten
inches deep with nylon nets strung across for shelves; full of dildos,
vibrators, anal toys, bottles and tubes of lubrication oils and gels,
and tight plastic storage boxes of spare batteries.
"Wow!" Emily giggled, "This *is* a *real* treasure chest!"
Patty grabbed a long ribbed anal probe and handed it to Emily, "Use this
on my ass and this one," she took out a veined life-like firm gel dildo,
"up my cunt while you lick me!"
"I like this one!" Emily sighed, picking up a long slim firm rubber anal
probe with a large bulb on it's head.
"Give me that!" Patty took it from Emily, "I'll use it on you!" Patty
paused and added, "If you're good!"
Emily grinned back at Patty, replying, "Oh! Don't worry. I'll be good,
very, very good!"
"Use this lube," Patty handed Emily a tube of gel, "It feels warm and so
sexy in my butt."
Patty got another long veined dildo and a bottle of lube from the toy
chest, waved them at Emily and started back to the mats by the pool,
Emily followed getting hotter and hotter as she fondled the sex toys she
was to use on Patty.
Patty knelt in the middle of the mats and waved her ass at Emily, "Come
on honey. Plug me!"
Emily dutifully greased up the ass toy Patty wanted and eased it up into
her butt, "How's that? Okay?"
"Hell no!" Patty complained, rolling over, spreading her legs to display
her shaved pussy, "you're supposed to eat me too!"
"Well," Emily giggled as she knelt, knees wide spread, to pull out her
butt plug, "give me that one I picked out," Emily asked Patty, wanting
her long slim anal probe with the bulbous head. "Let me get set and
I'll do you!"
Patty sat up, lubed the sex toy, handed it to Emily, and watched as she
positioned it by her anus.
"Hmmmmmmmm!" Emily sighed as the fat head popped through her sphincter.
She arched her head back in pleasure and then opened her eyes to see the
love statue from Junior sitting on the nearest patio table. 'I forgot
to call!' she realized. Emily hopped up, went to her book bag and got
out her wireless phone. She pushed the IC intercom button and number
one, for Junior.
After a couple of buzzes, he answered, "Hello? Junior here!"
Emily's heart flipped and she could only gasp, "It's so beautiful! Your
note too! I love you! Love you! Love You!" She picked up the eight
inch wood sculpture of a pineapple with a couple entwined in love on the
top, kissing it lovingly.
Junior replied softly, "And I love you! That's why I sent you that
token of my lust!"
"Hmmmmm! Lust!" Emily agreed. "I'm so fucking hot! I seduced Uncle
Bob into doing my ass!" she boasted. "Now I'm with Patty at her pool
getting ready to make her scream!"
"How come you're not in class?"
Emily paused, wondering on how to phrase it, "I had a little trouble,"
she quietly replied.
"Trouble?" Junior asked, a little concerned. "What kind of trouble?"
"Oh, some guy grabbed me while I was running back to the dorm from my
workout at the gym. It was nothing much. I'm okay!"
"What!" Junior shouted. "Just where did this asshole grab you?"
"Right by that sharp bend in the running trail. You know the place
where. . . . "
"No, no, No!" Junior interrupted, "Where on your body did he grab you!"
"Oh!" Emily pretended to be clueless. "On my arms. My upper arms. The
bruises should be gone by the time you get back."
"Bruises? Son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to kill that fucker!" Junior
yelled loud enough so Patty could hear him.
Emily, grinning evilly, winked at Patty and replied, "Don't waste your
energy on him. I put him in the hospital. President James has
dismissed him from school and banned him from campus. The state's
attorney's office is pressing charges and he'll be barred from all state
campuses and forced to take sexual assault counseling."
"God Emily!" Junior gasped, "What did you do to him?"
"When he grabbed me I went limp. He thought he had an easy conquest and
he pulled me close so I could smell his bad breath. That's when I kneed
him in the balls."
"Ouch!" Junior replied, smiling because he knew his girl had done well.
"When he didn't go down," Emily added, "just groaning and holding his
crotch, I kicked him in the kidneys. As hard as I could!"
"Did he go down then?"
"Oh yeah! I got his belly bag out and ran over to the campus cops. We
raced back and he was still there, lying on the ground. They called the
paramedics. Uncle Bob told me he's going to recover okay."
"You want me to come back?" Junior asked. "Today?"
"No," Emily replied quickly. "I think I can make it until Sunday, but
DON'T YOU MISS THAT FUCKING PLANE!"
"Okay! Okay!" Junior laughed. "Well, I'm glad you liked that little
statue. I'll let you get back to Patty. I love you! Bye!"
"Wait! Wait honey. Where's Maryann? I need to thank her too. I got a
lot of lingerie from her today!"
"Oh, she's in the shower with Dad. Want me to go get her?"
"No, that's all right. Just tell her I got the lingerie and Patty and I
are having a fashion show. It's fantastic. I'll call her later. So,
bye honey. Love you!"
"I love you too!" Junior hurriedly replied and then heard the dial tone.
'Rats' he thought. 'Just who was this guy that assaulted my woman?'
Patty had opened the box marked 2 and pulled out a sexy bustier. She
saw Emily end her conversation and told her, "Try this on!"
Emily read the note Maryann had prepared for inclusion in box 2, 'Pretty
girls need other pretty things besides bras and panties.'
Patty found a pure silk chemise and slipped it over her head, "Hmmmm!
This is nice! So silky smooth!"
Emily pulled out various items. A pink silk top and matching tap pants
sleep outfit and a stretch wide-knit white body stocking caught her eye.
Patty had a baby blue satin short under-skirt attached at the waist to
four inch wide straps that went up over the chest and tied around the
neck.
"This one is absolutely naughty," Patty giggled as she teased her
nipples through the sexy fabric. "I've got to get some of these.
They'll drive Bob crazy." She turned and bent over, "Can you see my
ass?"
"Yup!" Emily giggled, "and your dripping pussy too! Come on! Let's go
over to the mats."
"No! Let's see what's in the other boxes," Patty insisted.
"Okay," Emily agreed. She opened the box number 3, removed Maryann's
note, and read it to Patty, "Think legs! Legs! Legs! Stockings make
the woman!"
"Hose!" Patty cried, ripping off the covering tissue paper.
Inside they found two dozen pair of hose. Two calf length, ten thigh
high, ten that went with the seven silk garters that matched the colors
of her bras and pants, and two pair of shameless crotch-less panty-hose.
"Girl friend," Patty giggled as she ran her hand up inside one of the
silk stockings, "If you have to whore for your tuition, you'll be well
set to hit the big time!"
Emily, a bit embarrassed over the luxury of it all, replied, "Phooey.
Let's see what's in here."
Box 4 contained robes. Six in all. Two white silk, one short and one
long. Two fluffy white cotton, similarly one short and long, and two
naughty short ones, one radiant blue and the other scarlet red, both
with black belts and trim.
"Nice!" Emily said.
"Nice?" Patty cried. "They're fantastic! These are worth big bucks!"
"Yeah," Emily agreed, "let's see what's in here!" Emily hefted box
number five and rattled it because it was heavier, not like the others
that held fine lingerie.
"Come on! Come on!" Patty urged Emily to open the last box.
When she got to the note she read it to Patty, "Nice girls need to have
nice toys. Enjoy! -M."
"All Right!" Patty yelled. "Toys! Come on, slowpoke! Let's Open
them!"
Together the two women made the tissue paper fly as they pulled out one
after another sex toy; vibrators, dildos, anal probes and plugs, nipple
and clit clips, several strap-on harnesses and fake cocks, and a clit
tickler butterfly with remote control that Patty liked.
"Ohhh! This looks interesting," Patty decided. "I could strap it on
and wear it all day without anyone noticing!"
"Except for the cum running down your legs!" Emily laughed.
"I could wear a plug!" Patty laughed, then realized what she'd said.
Emily suddenly remembered that she hadn't replaced her tampon and looked
down to see that she was dripping menstrual blood on the deck.
"Oh!" Emily cried, completely embarrassed, "I'm so sorry!"
"No, no! That's okay," Patty tried to comfort Emily. "Don't worry
about it. Over the years Bob has seen me drip lots of blood. Just wait
until you're married. You'll understand then that it's not such a big
deal!"
Emily was over at her book bag, getting a fresh tampon, "I don't know
what is the matter with me! I should have done this before!"
"Don't waste it!" Bob said from the glass doors into the house. His
shirt was off and he was opening his pants, displaying a growing hardon.
"I've been thinking about how nice it would be to cunt fuck you and that
made me hard!"
"Really?" Emily asked, amazed. "A good bloody fucking?"
"Sure!" Patty laughed. "Why do you think I'd be dripping when Bob was
around? He's the reason. He just loves to fuck me while I'm having my
menses."
"Well, someone help me with my shoes!" Bob complained with a laugh.
Immediately both women were at his feet, unlacing his shoes, pulling
them and his socks off, likewise his pants and underwear. Now naked,
with the anal toys still up their asses, the women dragged him over to
the mats, pushed him down, where Emily mounted him.
"Ohhhh. . . . yeah!" Emily sighed. "That's nice!" she added as she rose
up and down a little to finally engulf his prick fully into her hot
pussy. "Ye-e-e-s-s-s!" she groaned when she rested, her labia tight
around the base of Bob's cock.
Patty saw Emily's anal probe and pulled on it, making Emily gasp, "Oh!
Oh! Oh!" As Patty jerked the sex toy in and out, Emily leaned over Bob
and began to lift her hips up and down, fucking herself on Bob's cock.
"You going to cream me with your bloody cum?" Bob laughed as he tweaked
Emily's nipples. "You gonna cum?" he asked again.
"I. . . . . " Emily gasped between pants for air, "already. . . . . "
pant, ". . . . . am!"
Bob felt it then, Emily's cum and juices flowing out of her down the
sides of his prick, wetting his crotch. Bob couldn't see, but he was
sure it would be stained pink with her menses blood. 'No problem,' he
thought. 'Always makes them hotter for cock!'
"Good Em," Bob agreed, using Junior's nickname for his lover, "I'm going
to fuck you now. Hard and fast, just how *I* like it to make me cum."
Bob rolled them both over and slapped his hips against Emily's up raised
ass, adding, "Get ready for a good, hard fucking."
Oh Goddess Above," Emily yelled, getting blasted into another huge
orgasm by Bob's hard fucking. Emily moaned and thrashed, wrapped her
arms and legs around his manly body, and humped up wildly. "Fuck me!
I'm cumming! "FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! AGAIN!"
Patty smiled at Bob's insistence. She'd not seen him so determined for
personal release since the orgy they'd had at the Preston pool several
weeks ago. She decided to help Emily give her Husband the sex action he
wanted.
"Cum Emily, cum!" Patty cooed, working in and out the anal probe in
Emily's ass.
Cum Emily did! Her pussy vibrating her lust as Bob fucked her hard and
fast. When Emily's arms and legs wrapped around him and her hips began
to hump up lightening quick to pull out his cum, Bob could take no more.
"Ah! Ah! Emily! Em-mil-ly! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" he yelled as
his cock began to jerk, spurting deep inside her.
Emily, who'd been cumming and cumming all along, blasted into a high
orgasm that exploded into a million stars. Then she passed out.
***************************
"Emily! Emily!" Patty yelled at the still fucked out Emily. "It's
Justine calling. She want's to talk to you!" Patty waved Emily's own
phone at the still groggy girl, "She's pretty pissed off about you not
telling her how you got attacked. You'd better talk to her! Emily!
Wake up!"
Emily managed to sit up and hold the tiny wireless phone to her ear and
replied, "Yes? Justine?"
Justine, Emily's lover's Mother, spewed a string of obscenities, cussing
wildly at Emily's failure not to call and tell her about her assault,
"If I was there I'd warm your bottom young lady!" Justine threatened.
"You've been a bad girl!"
Emily couldn't help but giggle, "and a horny one too!"
"But! But!" Justine sputtered until Emily replied.
No! No buts about it! I smashed his balls, kicked him in the kidneys,
grabbed his ID and got the cops. He went to the hospital and will never
be seen on campus again," she informed her lover's Mom. "It's done and
over with. So forget it!"
"Oh!" Justine paused to think it over. "I suppose you did the right
thing," she replied quietly.
"You bet!" Emily replied. "He shouldn't have ever touched me! I put
him down and out, and now he's permanently out!"
"Good for you !" Justine replied positively. "I salute you!"
"Thanks Mom!" Emily used the new personal term, as requested, for her
lover's Mother, "I've got an unrelated question."
"What?"
"Did you talk to Liz about her anal sex lessons with C.C.?"
"Boy we sure did! She had a lot of fun but doesn't seem to know what
she's doing."
"You got that right," Emily agreed. "How about I get Liz together with
a guy who can teach her how to teach C.C? Someone like Bob or Billy
Joe?"
"That's a great idea honey," Justine admitted. "You got a plan?"
"Yeah! Tonight! I think I can pull it off, if I tell Liz I have your
blessings."
"Oh, for sure! I'll call her and tell her myself that you've got a
solution to her lack of knowledge about anal, okay?"
Good! Thanks," Emily replied. "She's got class until 4PM, so wait to
call her."
"I will," Justine replied and added, "You're sure you're all right? No
nasty post-traumatic syndromes?"
"No, but thanks for caring," Emily graciously answered. "The black and
blue marks only remind me of how hard I kneed his balls. As the marks
fade, I'll forget all about it."
"Well, if you're sure?"
"I'm sure," Emily replied. "Since the trouble this morning I've gotten
my butt creamed, lapped up a lot of girl juice while having the same
done to me, and rode a fat cock to a monster cum! I don't think that
the idiot Bob is going to bother me at all!"
"Well!" Justine stated, impressed, "I suppose that dropping your egg had
something to do with it!"
"Maybe, but I'm having too much fun to worry about that. I've got to
pick-up Billy Joe tonight and I think he's going to get one hell-of-a
blowjob!"
"Ho, ho!" Justine laughed. "Good for you! You tell him from me that
I'll keep his girl entertained!"
Emily wasn't so sure that the idea of bringing up Maryann was the best
way to seduce Billy Joe into her plans for teaching Liz ass fucking, but
let it pass. Justine was too far away, too far removed to discuss such
a delicate situation.
"Okay," Emily closed. "I got to go. I've got to call Dr. James'
secretary, April, to set up an appointment to review my preliminary
report with her."
"Ooh! Be careful," Justine cautioned her newly adopted Daughter,
"Junior told me she was 'One Hot Number' and you know what that means to
guys. She's got to be really sexy and, where Junior spots sex, I've
never known him to be wrong. I think that he said she was a former
designer model in New York. So be more than a little cautious, unless
you need to exploit it for your own evil ways!"
"Ha! I don't have a bone of 'Evil' in my body," Emily giggled. "If she
warms up to me I'll show her a piece of heaven!"
"That's the right attitude sweetie! Go get her. And him!" Justine
laughed. "I don't think I'm going to worry about you a bit! Just give
me a call later and let me know how Liz's schooling works out, okay?"
"Okay Justine. Thanks for calling. Love you!"
"I love you too. Bye!"
Emily shut down her phone and turned to see that Bob and Patty had gone
into the pool, giving her privacy for her talk with Justine. Thankful,
Emily called out to them that she had to call the University's
President's secretary and set up a meeting. She looked through her book
backpack and couldn't find the number. She boldly went into the house
and to her new Uncle Bob's office, where she found a Campus directory.
Emily ran through her mind what she needed to say and ask, then called.
April was very happy to arrange her schedule to accommodate Emily's
class schedule and they agreed on an off-campus brunch meeting at 10AM
in a hotel coffee shop the next morning.
"There won't be any interruptions," April assured Emily.
Emily remembered her guardian's suggestion about power-breakfasts, or
brunches, or lunches, or working dinners, and easily agreed with April's
suggestion, "That'll be fine!
If she was to establish a working relationship with this powerful woman
in a short period of time, they needed to get away from offices, meeting
rooms, or other locales where they'd be constantly interrupted. The
thought that a meeting so close to a private hotel room might be
questionable didn't even cross her mind. Within 24 hours, Emily would
be very happy that she didn't question that potential sexy situation.
Emily shut down her phone again and found that Patty and Bob had emerged
from the pool to fuck on the mats that they'd used earlier. Bob was
grunting and Patty was moaning. Her hips were a whirl as she used all
her vaginal muscles to pull out her Husband's cum. Bob sighed loudly,
snapped his hips downward several times, and then held still, quivering,
as his spurted his cum into his happy Wife.
"Hmmmm!" Patty sighed, "that was nice."
Bob eased off of Patty, kissed her lovingly, and went to find his
clothes, scattered from the mats back to the glass door to the house.
Bob took his stuff into the house for a quick shower. Patty lay back on
the mats and Emily lay on a nearby chaise lounge to enjoy the sun,
chatting about men, sex, and love.
Emily's phone buzzed again and she expected a call from Junior or
Maryann, but it was Billy Joe. He asked Emily to pick him up for a ride
to the University and Emily agreed, setting the time to meet him at
James' and Justine's house at 6PM. She cooed and wooed him, being as
sexy as she could.
When Bob returned to say good bye, Emily ended her conversation with
Billy Joe to beg a ride back to the dorm from her 'Sweet Uncle' Bob. He
agreed and Emily grabbed her stuff and went into the house to find her
clothes and dress. After she said good bye to Patty, who was kinda
pissed at Emily leaving her so sexed-up, but understood that Emily had
to go get ready to drive to pick-up Billy Joe to being him back to their
house, where she hoped more sex would happen.
"We might stop and pick up Liz," Emily stated. "She needs some
instruction on anal sex!" Would it be okay if we bring her up here?"
"Sure!" Bob replied, Patty grinning and nodding her approval.
"Then, let's get going. I've got some studying to do."
"Right!" Bob replied. He and Emily waved good bye to Patty who still
lay naked on the mats in the bright sun.
Bob helped Emily carry her gift boxes out to his car and they headed
back to campus. On the way Emily showed off her gifts, especially the
statue that Junior had sent her.
"That's really a nice piece of art," Bob told Emily, looking away from
the road for glimpses during stop signs and red lights. "The pineapple
is the Hawaiian symbol for fertility and love! The loving couple atop
is a human representation of the same."
"Oooh!" Emily sighed, I guess I'd better study up on baby care and
diaper services."
Bob grimaced and changed tactics, "Perhaps you should consider that
several years of practice would help make the concepts of motherhood and
fatherhood a lot easier to handle for you both. I suggest that you and
your guy 'sow a few wild oats' and spend some time enjoying each other,
seeing a bit of the world."
"Uncle Bob! You are such a romantic!" Emily giggled.
"Well, here we are," Bob said as he pulled up and parked at Emily's
dorm. "I'll give you a hand."
Bob helped carry up Emily's gift boxes up to her room, the handsome
Professor Wentworth getting a smiling wave from the front desk monitor.
"See you later," Bob told Emily after putting down the last of her gift
boxes. "I'll have the upstairs master bedroom ready for you and your
friends, so come on up and don't bother to call. I give you this key
with both Patty's and my love."
"Thanks Uncle Bob," Emily replied, giving her Uncle-lover a sloppy, sexy
kiss. "See you in a few hours."
"Okay honey," Bob replied and left to return to his office while Emily
busied herself with studying and putting away her new things.
End Chapter 80
********************** 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 rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body.
************** Thank You For Reading My Story **********************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Copyright 2002
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