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The 'ABC' Plan 3: Seduction
by Clint Kalmkren
Copyright 2003
kalmkren@yahoo.com
This sexually explicit story is intended for adults only.
Copies and redistribution are authorized, but no kind of fee is
permitted. The following is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance
to real characters or events is coincidental. This story is a sequel
to:
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/35380
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/37494
In real life, I do not condone coercion of a subordinate for sex,
bartering sexual favors, or unprotected sex between strangers.
However, I do find those things fun to fantasize about.
Chapter 1
I roused out of my reverie and focused on the wall clock. 4:58!
My God, Joe would be arriving any moment! I jumped up and raced into
the bathroom. Quickly I washed off my mouth and chin, and scrubbed my
face and neck with a wet washcloth. Then I hastily brushed my teeth,
hoping that would freshen my breath. I looked at myself in the mirror:
mussed hair, damp cheeks, and naked breasts, with round nipples staring
back at me like a blank pair of eyes. Rushing back into the living
room, I cast my eyes about looking for my bra and shirt. They were
lying on the floor. Urgently, I slipped my arms through the bra
straps, and reached behind my back to fasten the skimpy bra. Then I
pulled the tight T-shirt over my head and smoothed it down. 5:00.
Just time to dash back into the bathroom and brush my hair.
Finally, I paused for a moment to appraise the visage in the
mirror: shoulder length brown hair, no makeup, powder blue T-shirt
molded tightly to the shapes of my shoulders, breasts, and waist, short
denim cutoffs, and bare feet with red painted toenails. This was just
the look Professor Sharpe had chosen for me. He assured me that I
looked sexy, and I hoped Joe would like it!
Then I heard a knock on my door, and froze in momentary panic.
Could I go through with this? Characteristically, Joe would have to be
right on time! Collecting myself, I stared into the mirror, took a
deep breath, and told myself silently: you can do this.
As I walked over to answer the door, I glanced around my studio
apartment to double check that everything was in order. Bed made, no
clothes on the floor, closet door shut, no dishes or food lying around.
Good, I suspected Joe was a neatnick, and I wanted to make a good
impression.
I strode to the door, and yanked it open. There was Joe, all six
feet of him, with his curly black hair and electric blue eyes. "Hi!" I
said.
"Hi," he replied as he stepped through the threshold and
unshouldered his backpack.
"C'mon in," I said, gesturing vaguely toward the couch for a
place for him to drop his pack. "Want a beer?" I asked.
Joe looked at me uncertainly. "Maybe we should finish the lab
report first," he said.
"Oh, c'mon!" I exclaimed. "We don't have to start yet. Let's
take a couple of minutes to relax and have a beer first."
I went into the kitchenette, and got two mugs out of the freezer.
Snapping open two beers from the 'fridge, I filled the mugs. The only
difference between Joe's and mine was the inch of high-proof vodka I
put in his before I poured the beer. Carrying the mugs back into the
living room, I wished I had put vodka in mine too, to bolster my
confidence. How could the Professor have put me up to this?
"Wow, frosted mugs!" Joe said. "I thought you invited me here to
finish our lab report." I was pleased to note that he was definitely
checking me out as I walked back from the kitchen. My clothes were far
more revealing than what he was used to seeing me in, and I was
heartened that he apparently liked what he saw.
"Let's toast our semester of successful partnership," I said,
handing him his beer, and clinking my glass against it.
"Cheers," he said, taking his first swallow. He regarded the
drink quizzically for a moment, then took another swallow. "What kind
of beer is this?" he asked.
"Heineken. Don't you like it?" I said with a trace of unease in
my voice.
"No, it's great. It just tastes a little strong," he said.
"That's 'cause it's imported," I lied. To my relief, Joe nodded,
accepting my explanation.
"Please sit down," I said, indicating the end of the couch.
After he sat, I plopped down beside him, so close my leg brushed his.
He looked disarmed by my unexpected proximity, but I continued
blithely, "I'm so glad you could come over today. It's not just to
finish our lab report. I really wanted to thank you for all the help
you've been this year. Without you, I never would have gotten an 'A'
in Chem Lab." I beamed my brightest smile at him.
"Oh, sure," he said, leaning back from me slightly against the
arm of the couch. "I always worry about lab courses, you know, because
if you mess up just one lab, there goes your 'A'. I like regular
classes better, because I only have to study and do the homework to get
an 'A' in those."
Yeah, right, I thought to myself. It must be nice to be a brain.
I'm only getting two A's this semester: one thanks to Joe in Chem Lab,
and the other in Calculus because I fucked the Professor. But Joe's
not really conceited, he just doesn't realize how some of the things he
says sound to other people.
"Wow, Joe, are you getting all A's?" I asked, even though I
already knew he was. As I did, I drank a swig of my beer, and made a
little gesture with my hand to encourage him to take a drink too. He
did.
"Yeah," he said with pride, "I want to maintain my 4.0. That way
I can get into a good grad school, or even med school if I want."
"I didn't know you wanted to be a doctor," I said, touching the
knee of his blue jeans casually with my hand. I was trying to draw him
out while we drank our beers. Getting past the small talk was going to
be the hardest part. I never come on to guys, and I never make the
first move. Damn the Professor for getting me into this situation!
Last week, when the Professor first told me I had to seduce a boy
my own age, I thought he was joking. But when he started spinning out
this whole scenario where I would have sex with the unsuspecting guy in
one encounter, I realized he was serious, and I almost panicked. I had
promised him I would do whatever he asked, but I meant sex with him. I
never imagined he would dream up something like this!
As Joe blathered on about the importance of getting into the best
grad schools, I noticed he was loosening up. It probably helped that
most of his beer was gone. That was good, because I couldn't afford
for him to be as starchy and brusque as he sometimes was. I had never
thought about fucking Joe until last week, but the Professor insisted I
carry out his little sex drama immediately, and my lab partner Joe was
about my only prospect.
He was down to his last gulp of beer. If I didn't move now, he
would probably want to tackle our lab report when he finished his beer.
Glancing away from him at the closet so he wouldn't see how nervous I
was, I steeled myself for the pass. What if he rebuffs me, I wondered?
I'm going to feel like shit, and what will the Professor do? Oh well,
here goes, I thought.
When Joe paused for a moment to swallow the last of his beer, I
leaned close to him and looked directly into his blue eyes. "Joe, do
you like me?" I asked in my sweetest voice.
Joe's eyes were slightly unfocused, but he seemed surprised by my
question and my face inches from his. "Huh, ... yeah, of course I like
you Angela," he said uncertainly.
"That's good Joe, because I really like you," I replied in a
husky whisper, as my mouth drifted toward his. Leaning further, I
kissed him on the lips. For a moment, he froze in surprise, and then
he responded and kissed back. I slid over, pressing my breasts against
his chest, and embraced him while maintaining the kiss. His body was
stiff at first, but his lips were working, and as we kissed longer, he
started to relax and mold his body against mine.
I never start Frenching first, and I usually don't stick my
tongue into the guy's mouth very far even after he does, but this time,
I took the lead. After a slight pause for air, I dived back onto Joe's
mouth, opened mine, and shot him my tongue. His lips parted and his
tongue slithered out to wrestle with mine. Relaxing further, he put
his hands on my back and pulled me tighter, emitting a faint but
satisfied moan. So far, so good!
While our lips were locked, I turned so my back was against the
back of the couch, and Joe twisted to follow me. This opened a gap
between our chests, and his hand slid off my back. I grasped it, and
pressed it to my breast. Joe jumped as I pushed his hand against my
tit, so I jutted it forth to make sure he realized that I wanted him to
feel it. When he squeezed it through my bra, I wriggled in delight and
kissed him even harder.
So far, I had just been making all the moves the Professor had
rehearsed with me, trying to glide naturally from one step to the next.
Now I felt a little flood of passion surge through me as Joe's hand
kneaded my tit and his lips and tongue massaged mine. But, with a
slight twinge of regret, I remembered that I was on a mission. Keep
the momentum going, the Professor had admonished me.
Gently, I broke the kiss. Joe's expression was kind of dazed,
probably from the combination of the spiked beer and my unexpected
passion. His hand was still on my tit, but he stopped squeezing it.
"That feels nice," I said with a smile, "but it'll feel even better if
I take my bra off."
Joe looked amazed as he watched me stand up, and peel my T-shirt
off. My bra was beige, with lacy half cups that just covered my
nipples, and tiny straps over my shoulders and around my back. The
Professor had made me go though most of the bras in my underwear
drawer, modeling each one, before he selected this one as the sexiest.
"Why don't I just go bra-less under my T-shirt?" I had asked him.
"Oh no," the Professor replied, "this is sexier. It makes your
boobs really stand out, and I can see every strap outlined clearly
under your shirt. He's going to be looking hard to see the points of
your nipples, and this bra will tease him by hiding those. Take my
word for it, Joe's tongue is going to be wagging when he watches you
take it off!"
The Professor was right. Reaching behind my back, I unhooked the
clasp, and the thin straps went slack. Joe's eyes bulged as I dropped
the cups away, revealing my nipples. They are fairly dark, and
contrast well against the white curves of my untanned breasts. Maybe
because I was nervous or aroused, my nips were erect and pointy.
"Well, do you like them?" I asked kittenishly. I cradled a boob
in each hand and hefted them a little, then turned sideways to let him
see their shape in profile. I have lost some weight this semester, but
fortunately most of it came from my ribs, waist, hips and thighs, and
so my breasts seem to stand out better than when I was heavier.
Joe was agog at the sight of my naked knockers. "Yeah, Angela,"
he stammered, "I never realized you have such beautiful tits!"
I knelt on the couch beside him so my breasts were pointed right
into his face. He was mesmerized by my protruding nipples inches
before his eyes. Grasping his head with both hands, I pressed his face
into my tit. Instinct took over at that point, because he snapped out
of his daze and started suckling my nipples, alternating from one
breast to the other. He was a bit too eager and sucked harder that I
would have liked, but I still loved the suction pressure expanding my
nipples inside his warm wet mouth as he nursed them.
When he returned to my left breast again, I leaned over and put
my right hand on his crotch. I could definitely feel the bulk of his
stiff penis through his jeans. Joe jolted when I started stroking his
manhood through his pants, but I just pushed my tit harder into his
face and wiggled my body with lust. I was getting more and more turned
on, and I needed to communicate that sexual energy to Joe to rev him up
too.
My next move would be the hardest of all. I had to get his pants
down. Now I knew how guys felt when they were trying to get my panties
off for the first time. Will she or won't she? they must wonder. Can
I talk her into it? Can I trick her into it? Maybe I can get her so
hot she'll think it's her idea and take them off. This was the first
time the tables were turned, and I was the one scheming to get a new
partner to remove the last barrier to sex. With a brief pang of
retrospection, I had more sympathy for all my old suitors in the
critical moments of their seduction attempts.
Well, I'll do it the way men do it, I told myself: I'll take one
small step after another, and hope he gets carried along by the heat of
passion so he never stops to consider resisting. Joe's hands were
squeezing my ass through my cutoffs while his tongue painted saliva
circles around my areola. I stopped crudely rubbing his cucumber
through the thick denim, and drew the zipper of his fly down. Joe's
hands stopped massaging my butt, but if that was meant as a signal to
halt, I ignored it and slipped my hand inside his trousers. Now I was
grasping his prick through the thin fabric of his underwear. I had no
room to stroke him inside the tight confines of his pants, so I
struggled to pull his dick through the slit in his briefs and out
through his open fly.
At that point he stopped me, and I felt crushing disappointment.
Caught with my hand in the cookie jar! I had been so close to
succeeding! Everything had gone just like the Professor and I had
planned until now. And I was hot too. It would be so embarrassing to
stop at this point, half naked and flushed all over with sexual
excitement. If he's mad, or he laughs at me, I think I'm going to cry,
I thought to myself as I reluctantly looked at him for the bad news.
"Hey, this is, like really great Angela, but, you know, I don?t
expect any kind of payment for being your lab partner," Joe said.
I realized that he thought this sex was just a payback for
helping me get an 'A'. If I talked fast, perhaps I could salvage this
after all. "Oh Joe, you've got it all wrong," I cooed. "This isn't
some kind of favor. I really like you. I've wanted you to notice me
all semester, but you never seemed to get the hint." This was pretty
flimsy, because up until a week ago, the only chemistry between us had
been our coursework, but maybe Joe was naive enough or drunk enough to
buy it.
"Really?" he asked credulously.
"Yeah! Really!" I said with my sexiest smile. I leaned over and
gave him a soft, warm kiss, as sincere as I could make it.
"Wow, I had no idea Angela," Joe responded, with a hint of
growing confidence in his voice.
"Well, you're always so stuck in your books, it's a wonder you
remember to eat," I chastised him playfully. The remark struck home,
and he looked a little sheepish.
All this while, my hand had lain paralyzed inside his pants. Now
I needed to regain the initiative, before we got sidetracked any
further. I gave his erect prick another squeeze, and said in my
huskiest, most seductive voice, "I'm not done with you yet fella. I
know something I'm sure you're going to like." Looking directly into
his eyes, I told him, "Help me pull down your pants."
This was the moment of truth. If he went for it, we were going
to have sex. If not, then I had failed. His face broke into a sly
smile, and he unfastened his belt, and undid the button on his
waistband. My heart melted with relief and lust. He lifted his bottom
off the couch cushion, and I yanked both his pants and underpants down
to his ankles.
Joe's erect cock sprouted upward from a nest of black pubic hair
between his legs. I'm not exactly sure why, but I like looking at
men's pricks. Something about seeing a turgid pole of red meat, all
swollen and hard, makes my heart skip a beat, and it makes my pussy wet
too. Joe had a handsome prick, straight and fairly big; not quite as
big as Professor Sharpe's, but still a nice size. The purplish
mushroom head of his dick seemed especially large, and it was moist and
glistening with precum.
I grasped his shaft, and jacked the loose skin up and down
lightly. "Wow Joe, you have a big dick!" I said, telling him something
I was sure he liked to hear.
"Oh really? Uh gee, thanks," Joe fumbled in reply to my
compliment.
Time to get down to business, I decided. Joe was sitting on the
cushion on one end of the couch, naked from waist to ankles, his cock
aimed at the ceiling. I sprawled face down across the length of the
couch, and positioned my head in his lap, with my mouth poised just
above the swollen head of his dick. Not hesitating for a moment, I
opened my mouth, and lowered my head, sliding his engorged glans
between my lips and into the warm, wet cavity of my mouth. Then I
tightened my lips firmly around his shaft, and sucked hard, molding my
cheeks and tongue tightly to the blunt contours of his cock. Joe
gasped and his dick twitched under the intense stimulus. I could taste
the precum that had oozed all over the bulbous end of his penis while
we were making out. This was just a tiny foretaste of what I expected
to follow.
I began to pump my head up and down, sliding my sucking mouth
over most of his length with each stroke. I've been giving my
boyfriends blowjobs since I was 16, so I'm pretty familiar with what
guys like. I wasn't trying to titillate him before fucking -- I was
trying to make him come in my mouth. At the top of each stroke, I
swirled my tongue around the rubbery head of his dick. On each down
stroke, I tried to get him as deep into the back of my mouth as I could
without gagging. Lately, I've gotten a lot of practice on the
Professor, and I'm learning to go deeper. I haven't truly mastered
deepthroating yet, but I'm trying to learn, because the Professor wants
me to.
I was excited by the smooth hard feel of Joe's organ sliding in
and out of my mouth, but he was taking a long time to come, and my mind
started to wander. I imagined what this scene would look like if the
Professor was in the room watching (in contrast with my view, which was
just inches above Joe's bountiful pubic hair). Joe was seated on the
end of the couch, with his head lolled back and his legs spread. His
pants were pulled down around his feet, and his hips and legs were
bare. I was naked except for my tight little cutoffs. I lay along the
length of the couch with my head bobbing up and down on Joe's cock. I
had pulled my hair behind my ears to keep it out of the way. When I
pulled my head up until only his glans was locked inside my mouth, the
thick veins along the side of his shaft would be shiny with my saliva.
My knees were bent against the far armrest of the couch, with my bare
feet waving in the air, and my painted toes curled. One of Joe's hands
roved over my body, massaging my bare back, squeezing my ass, or
sliding between my chest and the couch cushion to feel my tit.
What was taking him so long? I began to wonder. My mouth and
neck were getting tired, and I had come close to gagging a couple of
times. I needed a short break to catch my breath, so I pulled my mouth
completely off his cock and turned to look up at him. The expression
of torment on his face took me completely by surprise. How could he
not like the blowjob I was giving him?
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you like what I'm doing?"
"Oh yeah, it's great," he gasped.
"Then why don't you come?" I continued, mystified.
"I want to, but I didn't know whether it was alright to come in
your mouth!" he panted.
My God! I thought. Here I've been, slurping on his dick as hard
as I can for the last 15 minutes, and he's been holding back because he
doesn't know whether I want him to come in my mouth! This was a first
for me. None of the men I had blown before have ever hesitated to
squirt their jism in my mouth without asking permission. Guys always
expect to come in my mouth, and they usually want me to swallow it.
(The Professor is kinky: he likes me to collect all the cum in my
mouth, and then show him how much he made before I swallow it.) Joe
was trying to be a gentleman! At this point, my sore cheeks and stiff
neck grated against my awe for his chivalry, but deep down, I was
touched by his courtesy toward me.
"It's okay, silly! Of course I want you to come in my mouth."
Joe's face brightened immediately. "C'mon now, give it to me!" I
commanded, and I plunged my mouth back down on his rod. I gripped the
base of his dick with my hand, and locked my lips over the taut ridge
of his glans. Jacking him off with my hand and sucking hard, I urged
him to orgasm. His shaft was already slippery with my saliva, so my
hand glided over his prick like the walls of a vagina.
This time it took less than a minute before I popped his cork,
and the champaign came gushing forth. I was ready to keep up with his
spurts and swallow his pulsating stream of jiz, but just as the first
burst erupted into my mouth, he thrust his cock up unexpectedly. It
hit the back of my mouth and made me gag. Reflexively, I jerked my
head up, and my mouth popped off his dick. His organ continued to pump
out powerful jets of cum like a loose fire hose. All the while, Joe
was squirming and gasping "Uhhhhh!" with every squirt. Instead of
tidily containing his mess in my mouth, it was sprayed in my face. At
the same time, I coughed on his first shot of sperm, and while most of
it dribbled out of my lips all over his twitching cock, some of it went
up the back of my throat into my nose! Finally I managed to get the
head of his dick back in my mouth, but by that time his flow of cum had
ebbed to a trickle.
Chapter 2
That certainly didn't go according to plan! Quickly, I hopped
off the couch, and turned my face toward the closet so Joe wouldn't see
me covered in cum. I raced into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror
with one eye. I couldn't use the other eye because it had a big glob
of jism splattered over it. My face was salted in little white
droplets, and shiny rivulets ran from my glistening lips down to my
chin. Seizing the damp washcloth I had used earlier, I wiped myself
off. Despite losing most of his load, my mouth was coated with semen,
for the second time that day. This was another first for me. The
Professor had insisted on a quick blowjob earlier, and this was the
first time I had ever had sex with two different guys the same day.
Hastily, I brushed my teeth, to get the taste of cum out of my
mouth so I could kiss Joe again. The Professor likes to French me
after I blow him, but all the other men I've sucked off have always
disdained kissing me with any vestige of their sperm in my mouth.
Well, I had accomplished the first part of the Professor's plan,
and I hoped he'd be happy about it. But the Professor's little scheme
wasn't finished, and I had to get back to Joe and commence part two:
now I had to get Joe to bring me to orgasm. I needed it too! After
getting used to regular orgasms with the Professor for the first time
in my life, I had gone for a week without coming. The Professor has
ordered me not to masturbate (so all my orgasms come from him), and he
deliberated avoided getting me off during our planning and practice
sessions over the past week.
I sashayed back into the living room, carrying the washcloth so I
could wipe Joe off if he needed it. He was sitting forward on the edge
of the couch with his limp penis dangling between his legs. "Gosh
Angela, I'm sorry!" he said with a worried expression on his face.
"You said it was okay to come, but I didn't mean to choke you like
that."
I realized I could turn his apology to my next objective. "Well,
that wasn't what I meant when I told you to come," I said with a touch
of reproach in my voice. "You're going to have to make it up to me," I
told him with mock sternness, my hands on my hips above my low-slung
cutoffs. Of course, I was still topless and barefoot, so I wasn't very
intimidating.
Joe looked at me uncertainly, trying to judge whether I was
really mad. "Remember Cameron Diaz in the movie 'Something about
Mary'?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Well, um, you still got some stuff in your hair, and I wouldn't
want it to dry stiff like her hair did," he said with the start of a
smile.
Oh great! I had missed some cum in my hair because I was in too
much of a hurry in the bathroom. Joe stood up, took the washcloth from
my hand, and carefully dabbed the blob of goo out of my hair. He gave
me a big smile, and we both cracked up, which broke the tension. Then
he gave me a big, enthusiastic kiss.
I broke the kiss, and pushed him away playfully. "You're not
getting out of this that easy!" I challenged him seductively. Then,
standing a step away from him, I unsnapped my shorts, and wriggled them
and my panties down to the floor. Looking directly into Joe's bulging
eyes as I stepped out of my last scrap of clothing, I said, "I want
equal treatment! I'm horny as hell, and I want you to eat my pussy
right now!"
Not waiting for his reaction, I plopped on the couch and spread
my legs wide. As he gaped in astonishment, I pulled my labia apart,
exposing my moist pink slit. "Come on, get down here and suck my
clit!" I commanded in a tone that brooked no hesitation. Joe scrambled
to the floor, and pressed his mouth avidly into my steamy cunt. I
hooked one of my legs over the arm of the couch, and thrust my eager
beaver against his face.
What Joe lacked in finesse, he made up for in enthusiasm. His
mouth bathed my labia and clit in saliva, and his lips and tongue
rubbed and sucked my most private parts in frenzy. Despite all the
head I've given my boyfriends over the years, they have rarely
reciprocated by eating my pussy. The Professor was the first man to
make me come orally, when he did it on our first date a few weeks ago.
I don't usually climax when guys fuck me either, so I have come to
believe that I am difficult for men to arouse. The Professor tells me
this is nonsense, and maybe he's right, because he always makes me
come. He says my old lovers must be inept clods, and that I have to be
more assertive to get them to give me orgasms, rather than just letting
them fuck me and leave me unfulfilled.
"Suck my clit!"
"Lick it hard!"
"Stick your finger in me!"
I ordered him around, and he obeyed. I had never told a guy what
to do during sex before, but I was getting carried away by each long,
hard lick up the valley from my vagina to my clit. My heart was
pounding now, and I was panting with the raw pleasure of Joe's oral
ministrations. I dug the fingers of both my hands into his hair so I
could steer his head and press his mouth into my cunt even harder.
Finally, I pulled the foot that had been on the floor up onto the
edge of the couch, so I could rock my pelvis up a little higher. This
changed the angle to expose my cunt even more completely to Joe's mouth
between my wide-open legs. "Stick your tongue in me as deep as you
can!" I commanded with bated breath, and Joe drilled it into my vagina
and wiggled it around. That did it! An orgasm exploded out from my
flaming box and swept over my body in a wave of ecstasy. I was dimly
aware that I was crying out loudly "Ahhh!", but I couldn't help it and
I didn't care. Joe kept burrowing his thick tongue into my vagina, and
the stimulation was almost too intense to bear. After I peaked, I
pushed his face out of my pussy so I could stop writhing with every
twitch of his tongue and come down to Earth again.
I had to get the boy to make me come, Professor Sharpe had
insisted. I needed to do this to prove to myself that there is nothing
wrong with me, and I can get just as much pleasure out of sex as my
partners. I hadn't really believed I could do this in one afternoon
with some guy I hardly knew, but like always, the Professor was right
again. Joe had gotten me off big time!
I looked down between my sprawled legs, and Joe grinned up at me
over my tuft of curly brown pubic hair. His mouth, chin, and cheeks
were glistening with his saliva and my pussy juice, but he didn't seem
concerned about that. I realized that he had actually enjoyed eating
me and making me come!
"Thanks Joe, that was great!" I panted weakly, floating in a
post-orgasmic cloud.
"Yeah, I paid you back even-steven," he declared with pride.
"You sure did!" I affirmed.
When he stood up, I noticed his cock was semi-erect again. The
Professor had predicted this, and I realized with regret that I was
only done with Act II of the Professor's seduction scenario. I longed
to linger in post-climax bliss for a few minutes, but instead I had to
usher Joe without intermission into Act III: fucking.
Chapter 3
I stood up too, hooked one arm around his neck, and pulled his
mouth to mine. As I gave him a very appreciative kiss, I reached
between us and grabbed his prick. I could smell my pussy all over his
face, and taste the slight sourness of my cunt secretions in his mouth.
"There's one more thing I want to do," I declared when we stopped
kissing. Squeezing his cock with my hand, I said "Fuck!"
God! I thought, I hardly ever say the F-word. Am I becoming some
kind of slut? I wondered in the back of my mind.
Joe looked at me in disbelief. "I don't know if I can do that
yet," he said doubtfully. "And I can't believe you want to after you
just came a minute ago!"
Once more mustering the seductive attitude the Professor had
rehearsed with me, I squeezed his hardening cock in my hand again and
said, "Well this part of you doesn't seem to have any doubts! And as
for me, after feeling what your little tongue can do, I really want
feel your big dick fuck me!"
I turned my back to him and walked over to the nightstand.
Bending over, I gave Joe a nice view of my bare ass, with a sliver of
my cunt framed between my buttocks, as I withdrew a condom from the
drawer. "You're going to have to wear this," I told him as I
nonchalantly tore open the wrapper. Kneeling with his cock pointed in
my face, I grasped his rod and stretched the rubber over the knob-like
head of his dick. As I unrolled it down the length of his shaft, I
reflected this would be another first for me. Since my mother put me
on The Pill when I was 16 (when I was still a virgin), I had never
fucked a man wearing a condom. Most of the times I had fucked before,
the men had injected their cum deep in my cunt without any more
hesitation than when they came in my mouth. But the Professor had
insisted on proof that I had carried out his orders and fucked Joe.
When he told me I had to show him a used condom full of Joe's semen, I
was mortified. Not only did I think that was disgusting, but then I
realized I really would have to seduce Joe and fuck him, because there
was no way I could lie about that. After what had already happened, I
didn't see why this would still be necessary, but I followed the
Professor's orders.
Joe seemed dazed as I led him by his rubber-coated prick to the
side of my bed. I threw back the bedspread, and reclined on my back
with my legs spread wide open. Even though he had just had his face in
it a few minutes ago, Joe looked at my pussy like he was a dog staring
at an unguarded sirloin steak.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked, curling my index finger
seductively to beckon him. He startled out of his daze and climbed on
top of me.
Feeling the man's prick first work its way into my vagina is one
of my favorite parts of fucking. I used my hand to aim Joe's cock
directly between my legs, and he wormed it into me in a series of
little thrusts that penetrated deeper and deeper. Because I had just
had an orgasm, I was really tight. My cunt was slippery enough, but
the condom felt different than the bare skin of a man's penis usually
feels inside me. Even so, the length and bulk of Joe's dick felt
wonderful as he shoved it home and filled me up! "Mmmm," I murmured
lustfully.
Joe's body pushed down on mine, pressing my back and hips into
the mattress. My legs were spread, with knees bent, and the soles of
my feet flat of the sheet on the outside of his hairy thighs. He
started pumping his hips up and down, slowly at first, and then faster
and faster until he was really pounding away. I loved the slippery
friction as the length of his cock stroked in and out of the clasping
canal of my vagina.
I had deviated slightly from the Professor's script. I was only
supposed to let Joe arouse me when he ate me, and save having an orgasm
for when he fucked me. The Professor really wanted me to come with Joe
screwing me. He says my problem with fucking stems from having a very
tight cunt. I always just thought men's cocks were big. Young guys
have a hard time lasting very long anyway, and the Professor's theory
is that my snug snatch makes them come way before I'm ready to climax.
Compound that with the fact that my old boyfriends seldom spent much
foreplay time arousing me, and that explains why I so rarely get
fulfillment.
The Professor's plan for Joe was designed to fix this two ways.
By blowing him first, not only would I make him happy, I would
alleviate the pressure in his balls to come quickly when he fucked me
later. I was also supposed to make him bring me right to the brink of
orgasm with his mouth, so I would be primed when the fucking started.
I thought about stopping him before I came, but his mouth just felt so
good, I was too horny to hold back. I didn't expect to come by fucking
now that I had already had an orgasm, but I thought I would fake one
for Joe when he came again, just to make him happy.
Joe lay with most of his weight on me, grunting softly as he
screwed me. Passionate heat radiated from both our bodies, and a thin
film of perspiration was sandwiched between his chest and my breasts.
His pole felt really good pistoning between my engorged labia, poking
almost all the way up to my cervix at its deepest. Still, after about
15 minutes of continuous hard fucking, neither of us seemed to be very
close to orgasm.
I realized that Joe might have trouble coming. He had just
climaxed in my mouth (well mostly all over my face) a half hour ago,
and his prick was sheathed inside a tight rubber raincoat. I decided I
was going to have to get off my back and help Joe come.
"Hey!" I whispered in his ear. "You've been doing all the work.
It's my turn for a while!"
I pushed him up, and we rolled over together, his penis still
buried inside me. With Joe on his back now, I straightened up and
pulled my knees up beside his hips so I was straddling him. After
adjusting my pelvis slightly so my vagina was aimed vertically over his
cock, I started bouncing up and down, lifting my body until the head of
his dick almost popped out, then dropping back down to impale myself
deeply on his stiff prong. Joe gasped as each of my forceful thrusts
punched his swollen member up into the narrow confines of my aroused
twat. He grabbed my bouncing boobs in each of his hands and started
kneading them and pinching my nipples. The pace and fervor of our
fucking escalated. Now we were heading toward a crescendo.
I realized that I was going to have to really come to get Joe
off. A week ago, the Professor fucked me four times (well five
actually). He took a long time to come the last couple of times, and
he told me later he needed to feel my orgasm to push himself over the
edge to his own climax. Given my history, I never would have expected
to have two orgasms with a new lover within half an hour, but fucking
Joe launched me upward to another pinnacle.
My breasts were swaying in his face, and he seized one of my
nipples in his lips, and tried to suck my whole tit into his mouth. I
slammed my bottom down, stabbing his cock as deep into my cunt as I
could, and my vaginal muscles squeezed tightly on his dick as my orgasm
started. Joe froze in a seizure of orgasmic pleasure. It felt like an
electrical short circuit arced between our crotches. Unconsciously, we
both shouted "Ah! Oh! Uh!" as we came together, our engorged genitals
throbbing against each other's in wave after wave of ecstatic
contractions.
I slumped on top of him, and we lay cuddled for several minutes,
feeling our pounding hearts gradually slow down. Finally, I recalled
some unfinished business I had, so I roused myself and rolled off him.
His shriveled dick slipped out of my slick cunt, and I immediately
reached down and slid the sodden rubber off. Glancing down, I spotted
the pearly glob of his ejaculate in the tip of the gooey condom. This
was the trophy I needed for the Professor. I had done everything he
wanted me to do, and I had final proof dangling limply in my hand!
The Professor would have made me clean the rest of the cum off
his dick with my mouth, but of course Joe didn't suggest anything like
that. He just stared at me with a kind of stupefied grin. Finally, he
spoke, "Wow, Angela, you're like a different girl than the one I had
for a lab partner all semester! You're like totally gorgeous, and
sexy, and, and, so vivacious! This past winter you were so quiet, and
you never dressed up or anything, so I had no idea you are a total
babe! What happened?"
What had happened to me? I have never been called "vivacious,"
and not just because I never had a boyfriend who scored over 1400 on
his SAT before! I had spent most of my sophomore year mired in
depression and anxiety as I floundered in my classes. I lost most of
my friends, my last boyfriend dumped my months ago, and I even lost my
appetite. At least that last part had the beneficial side effect of
helping me shed the 15 unwanted pounds I had put on my freshman year.
Of course, my affair with Professor Sharpe was what turned my
life around. Even though I was hopelessly flunking Calculus, the
Professor let me come to his office regularly for extra help. He was
always very patient with me, and I guess I developed kind of a fantasy
crush on him. I finally realized I was going to flunk completely out
of school when I failed Calculus, so I worked up the nerve to offer him
sex in exchange for a passing grade. I was so desperate, I accepted
what he called his "ABC Plan" without even thinking through what I was
getting myself into. "'A' stands for 'ass', 'B' stands for 'blowjob',
and 'C' stands for 'cunt'," he told me. I had to obey everything he
asked me to do, and let him come in my ass, mouth, and cunt. In
return, he is giving me an 'A' in Calculus for the semester.
I had three dates with the Professor, and we did his "ABC." I
was terrified at first to have to obey all the unexpected, kinky stuff
he made me do. But he was always gentle, and he gave me terrific
orgasms for the first time in my life. I discovered I liked being
submissive to him; I guess I really have always been submissive with my
boyfriends, but they never exploited me creatively the way the
Professor does. A naughty little part of me that I never knew before
likes the surprises and the risks the Professor makes me take. I have
learned so much from him, sex will never be the same again.
After our three dates, he told me our deal was done. I begged
him to keep seeing me, but he said no. I was crushed. A week later,
he called me again, and since then we have been having sex whenever he
wants, just for fun. He is married and about twice my age, so I know
we're not going to have a future together or anything. I just get
excited when he tells me things I have to do for him, even when they
are really kinky or scary. Seducing Joe was almost too much, though!
I can't believe I actually pulled it off!
I realized Joe was staring at me, still waiting for my answer to
his question. "Well, I've kind of had the blues this semester, but
lately things have been going a lot better for me," I told him. "I've
been studying really hard, and getting my grades up, so now I feel like
my old self again. I just want to start having some fun!"
He laughed and said, "Well, you certainly seemed like you were
having fun there!" Then he looked sincere, and said, "I had fun too,
Angela! You were so incredible!" With a bemused expression, he said,
"I thought I was coming over to finish our lab report!"
I chuckled at that and said, "Oh, yeah! I forgot about the lab
report! Hey, what time is it?"
"6:25," said Joe, looking at his watch.
"Damn!" I said. "Joe, look, I'm sorry about this, but my uncle
is visiting from out of town tonight, and he's coming to take me out to
dinner at 7:00. I've got to get cleaned up and get ready for him.
We'll have to do the lab report later."
"Oh, okay, that's cool. It's not due until Friday anyway. I'll
just take off."
Joe was obviously disappointed to have to leave so soon, but he
climbed off the bed, collected his clothes from the floor, and got
dressed. I stayed on the bed, naked, and watched until he shouldered
his unopened backpack and turned to say goodbye. Then I jumped off the
bed, threw my arms around his neck, and gave him a bell-ringing kiss.
I stood on the tiptoes of one foot, with other lifted off the floor
behind me. Joe's hands caressed my bare back and buttocks while our
lips were locked together.
When we finally broke off, he gazed directly into my eyes without
talking for a moment. Then he asked, "Um, Angela, will you go out with
me sometime? I mean for a date, like to a movie or somethin'?"
I smiled back at him and said, "Of course, you dummy!" I tousled
his already rumpled hair, and he grinned.
"Great! I'll call you tomorrow! Bye!" He kissed me briefly on
the lips again, and left.
Chapter 4
As soon as I locked the door behind him, my closet door burst
open, and out strode the Professor, arms raised in jubilation. He
grabbed me by the shoulders, and beamed at me triumphantly. "Angie,
you did it! You just gave that boy the sucking and fucking of his
life! He's never going to forget this afternoon as long as he lives,
and neither will I! You were great! You did everything right. You
got him to blow his wad twice, and it looked like you came twice too!
Am I right?"
"Yeah," I replied. I was completely drained by the afternoon's
drama. The challenge of seducing Joe was more than enough for me, but
doing it with the Professor watching from my closet had been almost
unbearable.
I had been nervous all day. After my last class, I had come home
at 3:00, and puttered and fidgeted around the apartment, getting
dressed, cleaning up, and mentally rehearsing my impending encounter
with Joe. I was completely taken by surprise when the Professor showed
up at 4:30. At first I thought he was just stopping by to give me a
last-minute pep talk, but after he finished that, he announced "Angela,
I'm so excited that you're about to fuck Joe, I can't stand it. I need
you to give me some relief right now! Kneel down," he said, indicating
the floor in front of where he stood, "and blow me."
I was so shocked by this unexpected demand, I felt like I was in
some sort of trance. It was 4:45 already! I knelt in front of him
while he unbuckled his belt, and I helped him pull his pants and
undershorts down. He was certainly right about being excited. His
cock was already long and hard, and he pointed it right into my face.
I cupped his balls in one hand, grasped his thick shaft in the other,
and slid my mouth over his swollen knob. Fretting about how little
time I had before Joe was due to arrive, I tried to work fast. My lips
clung tightly around the girth of his inflated dick as I cycled my head
back and forth over as much of his length as I could manage. At the
same time, I fondled his testicles through his hairy scrotum and jacked
the base of his shaft with my hands.
After a few minutes, he stopped me and said, "Take off your shirt
and bra so I can see your tits while I come!" I dutifully stripped the
shirt off over my head, and shed the bra onto the floor. The Professor
reached down and grabbed my breasts in his hands, squeezing them with
his fingers and pressing my erect nipples into his palms.
"Good! Now put your hands behind your back," he ordered. Dazed
with worry and uncertainty, I held one hand in the other behind the
small of my back. Now I faced his angry prick inches from my mouth,
kneeling, naked from the waist up. He seized my head in both hands,
pushed his dick into my open mouth, and commanded, "Suck hard!"
I locked my mouth down around his cock and sucked as hard as I
could. He began pumping his hips, fucking my mouth. Long inches of
his swollen cylinder slid past my lips as his glans reciprocated back
and forth through the length of my mouth. With my head locked in his
hands and his powerful hips thrusting in my face, I was terrified that
he would force his cock too deep into my throat. I was defenseless
with my hands behind my back. He almost did, but always stopped just
short of gagging me.
Sometimes the Professor takes a long time to come, but
fortunately he was quick this time. Just as I was starting to panic
that Joe would arrive while the Professor's dick was still in my mouth,
he let loose. Suddenly my mouth was full of a squirt of gooey cum. As
I tried to swallow it, he shoved his cock forward and forced some of
the cum out past my lips. My whole mouth was filled with his pulsing
prick, and slippery semen coated his dick and my mouth as he continued
to ejaculate more and more. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
he grunted as he came.
After another precious minute elapsed, he was finished, and he
pulled his slimy penis out of my mouth. Even though I had swallowed
most of it, my lips and chin were dripping with cum that had squished
out around the sides of his dick. A couple of milky drips decorated
the tops of my bare breasts.
"Nice blowjob," he said casually, as if he was talking about the
decor of my apartment. I was dazed.
As he pulled up his pants, he told me something so shockingly
unexpected that I had no reaction. "I'm going to stay and hide in the
closet so I can watch you fuck Joe. Don't look at the closet door or
do anything suspicious. Just pretend I'm not here, and do everything
the way we planned."
The Professor had gone over dozens of details and alternatives
when he was planning the seduction with me, but he had never mentioned
his intention to watch me until the last minute. I realized he had
planned it all along though. My closet door is louvered, so he could
see out through the gaps between the slats. With the door shut and the
closet dark, he could see everything in my studio apartment without
being seen himself.
As the closet door clicked shut, I roused out of my reverie and
realized it was 4:58. I had to forget about the blowjob, forget about
the Professor watching from the closet, and get ready for Joe! I
needed to wipe the cum off my face, brush my teeth to get the taste of
it out of my mouth, and get my bra and shirt back on, quick!
Chapter 5
"Angela?" Professor Sharpe asked, pulling me back to the present.
"Show me the rubber Joe fucked you with."
Gross! Why would he want to see that, I wondered? He had just
watched it, wrapped around Joe's cock, plunge in and out of my cunt for
20 minutes. I found the condom on my nightstand, crumpled in a sticky
heap like wilted yellow plant. Trying to conceal my disgust, I dangled
it from two fingers for the Professor to inspect. He studied the white
glob hanging in the tip and said, "Not bad for his second load in less
than an hour. What happened the first time, when he came in your
mouth?"
"Oh, right when he came, he shoved his dick up and it gagged me,"
I said. "He caught me by surprise and I jerked my head up, so his dick
came out of my mouth and he shot most of his cum on my face before I
could get my mouth back on it and swallow the rest."
The Professor laughed and said, "I thought something like that
must have happened. I saw your face when you ran into the bathroom,
and he sprayed you pretty good. You had cum all over one eye and a lot
more running down your chin. He shot a big load that time!"
My cheeks and bare chest flushed with embarrassment as the
Professor reminded me how humiliated I had felt when I choked on Joe's
cock and had to dash off to the bathroom with my face covered with cum.
"How did his cum taste?" the Professor asked.
"Oh, about like usual," I said, unconsciously wrinkling my noise.
What was I supposed to say? Give some commentary about subtle flavors
and delicate aromas like a wine critic? I don't like the taste of cum,
and I think it all tastes about the same.
"No point in letting that go to waste," the Professor said,
pointing to the tip of the condom. "I want you to lick the cum out of
that and swallow it!"
Oh God! Where does he come up with these things? I wondered.
The one thing I most wish I could change about the Professor is his
obsession with cum. Here I had just put on a whole live sex show for
him, and now he was demanding I lick out a used rubber!
I dangled the condom upside down over my open mouth. Squeezing
from the tip like I was working the last bit of toothpaste out of its
tube, I exuded the glob of ejaculate out onto my tongue. It dripped
out in a couple of big, viscous drops. Unlike the cum I usually
swallow, this was cold already, and it evoked the nauseating thought of
a slimy slug crawling across my tongue. I swallowed, barely
suppressing a gag. Then I pushed the condom inside out with my finger,
and sucked on it, pulling it out through my lips like I was sucking the
sauce off a fat strand of spaghetti. Looking up defiantly at the
Professor, I dropped the empty condom on the floor. Inside my mouth, I
wiped my tongue against my teeth to scrape off the cold scum of Joe's
jism.
"Okay, lie down on the bed. It's my turn to fuck you," the
Professor said.
Although I had already had more than enough sex for the day, I
complied without a word. I was still nude, because I hadn't gotten
dressed after fucking Joe. Quickly, Professor Sharpe shed his clothes
and climbed on top of me. He was stiff already, and made no attempt at
foreplay. I spread my legs and he guided his cock to the entrance of
my vagina and started stuffing it in. I was surprised that I wasn't
wet anymore, and of course Joe had come in the rubber so I didn't have
any of his cum in my cunt for lubrication either.
My vagina was tight and not very slippery, so the Professor had
to push and wiggle to work his big cock up inside me. When he finally
had it shoved all the way in, he rolled his hips around, pressing his
groin against my pussy lips and his pubic bone against my clit. It
would have felt good if I hadn't just finished fucking Joe 20 minutes
earlier. I started to lubricate, and he started sliding his pole in
and out. As I got slicker, he fucked faster, until after a few moments
he was really pounding away on me.
The Professor started talking while he fucked me. "Angela, you
did a good job of keeping the action visible while you were fucking
Joe. Even though it was all the way across the room, I could see your
mouth sliding up and down on his dick very clearly when you were
blowing him. He's got a nice big dick, doesn't he?"
"Yeah!" I panted.
He paused for breath for a moment while still screwing me, then
continued, "But I really got a great view while you two were fucking.
The closet is right across from the foot of the bed, so I was looking
right up between his legs when he was fucking you from on top. He was
stuffing your cunt pretty good, wasn't he?"
I grunted affirmative. It was weird to listen to the Professor
recap Joe fucking me at the same time he was fucking me.
"I really liked when you climbed on top of him. It was great
watching his cock disappear up inside you every time you humped your
ass down! And I almost had an orgasm myself when you guys came! It
sounded like you both came really hard, even though it was the second
time for both of you!"
After that, mercifully, the Professor stopped talking. He just
lay on top of me, and kept up a steady fucking rhythm.
I like the Professor to fuck me, and usually I find it very
arousing, but at that point, after the strain of seducing Joe and two
orgasms, I wasn't in the mood. I didn't just lay there, I rocked and
made little grunts with his thrusts, but I wasn't getting off again.
After fucking me for a while, the Professor stopped and asked me,
"What's the matter? Don't you like fucking two guys in a row?"
"Oh, it feels nice, but I'm really tired and I don't think I can
come again. You just go ahead and come whenever you want," I replied.
"Okay," he said, pulling out of me, "Get on your hands and
knees."
He got off the bed for a moment. I rolled over and got on all
fours, with my knees wide so he could fuck me from behind. When I
looked back at him, I was surprised to see he was unrolling a condom
onto his dick. The Professor had never fucked me with a condom before,
and I didn't understand why he would start now in the middle of a fuck.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he produced a tube of
lubricating jelly and put a dollop on the end of his latex-shrouded
prick.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, and I didn't want to take the
time to give you an enema, so I'm going to use this condom to keep my
dick clean," he answered.
Oh God! The other big thing I would change about the Professor
if I could is his predilection for anal sex. The first time I ever did
it was on my third date with him. I had promised to let him fuck me in
the ass as the final part of my deal to get an 'A' in Calculus. That
night he gave me a surprise enema, bent me over the back of my couch,
and pounded his cock up my ass for what seemed like an hour. My
anxiety beforehand was much worse than the actual discomfort of anal
intercourse, and eventually we both had huge orgasms. Since then he
has fucked me in the ass several more times, and I'm getting used to
it. I wish his dick wasn't so big, but when he stimulates my cunt
while he is fucking my ass, I come really hard.
This time I was completely unprepared. He rubbed lubricating
jelly around my asshole with his finger, and then poked the finger into
my rectum and wiggled it around. I quelled a rush of panic about my
imminent anal invasion, and tried to relax my sphincter muscles so he
could stretch me open less painfully.
After a minute he yanked his finger out of my ass, and knelt
behind my buttocks. I felt the wet tip of his jelly and condom coated
cock poke against my asshole, and he grabbed my hips in both hands to
brace me. The force of his blunt dick pushed hard against my poor
puckered little asshole. I pushed back like I was trying to shit to
make the muscles dilate. Abruptly, the head of his prick punched
through the tight ring of my anus, and I gasped as it stretched around
his fat circumference.
"Uh! Oh! Wait!" I pleaded, but once the head of his cock had
forced its way past my asshole, he pulled my hips back and shoved more
than half his length up my butt. At that point he poked into something
inside me that hurt even more than the burning sensation of my taut
anus and rectum. He pulled back, shifted his angle slightly, and
thrust forward again, this time sinking home all the way until his
hairy groin slapped against my smooth butt cheeks.
I could only moan with the incredible fullness my ass felt,
stuffed to the hilt with the Professor's long, fat dick.
"I hope you're not bored anymore Angie!" snarled the Professor
behind me. "Since you were tired of getting fucked in the cunt, I
thought I'd see how you liked getting your ass fucked instead."
He started screwing my ass fast and hard. As his cock stroked in
and out, the burning sensation caused by the sudden stretching of my
asshole gradually diminished. It was replaced by that numbing sliding
friction and the bruising feeling of his cock probing deep inside me.
"Rub your clit!" he ordered. I lowered my shoulders and lay my
cheek on my left forearm on the bed. With my right hand, I reached up
between my legs, spread my pussy lips open, and pressed three fingers
against the hot, moist nubbin of my clitoris. I was plenty wet now,
and I began to push my swollen clitty around and around in fast little
circles.
I have to admit that, after a while, getting fucked in the ass
started to feel good. My cunt was engorged with blood, and my labia
and clit throbbed with my pounding heart. I was bent at the hips so my
shoulders and head rested on the bed, and my breasts swayed with the
Professor's thrusts, brushing my hard nipples lightly against the
sheets. Meanwhile, his hips made regular smacking noises against my
butt cheeks, and his balls gently slapped my cunt from behind. I
noticed we were both moaning and panting hard.
Finally he stopped, and I wondered whether he had come. "I want
to finish in your cunt!" he declared, and pulled the whole length of
his pole out of my ass with a rude slurping noise.
I looked back again, and watched him peel the rubber off his cock
and toss it away. And then he aimed his bare dick back into my cunt,
and thrust it home. My rectum contracted hard around the void left by
his withdrawn prick. I was still rubbing my clit with my hand, and the
jolt of his cock spearing into my vagina catapulted me into orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I exclaimed, but I didn't even hear myself, because the
Professor was shouting, "Ah, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah!" over the top
of my cries. As he fucked his dick in and out of my cunt, it suddenly
felt much slipperier inside me. Some part of me realized he was
squirting cum in my cunt, and that made my orgasm even better.
As soon as he finished, he pulled his cum-coated cock out and we
both slumped down on the bed. I fell asleep for a while, and he
probably did too. When I woke, he was coming out of the bathroom,
still naked. I lay nude on the bed and watched him dress. When he was
ready to go, he came over a sat on the edge of the bed beside me.
"Angela, you are one hot chick!" he said. "You have the power,
the looks, and the techniques to have whatever kind of sex with whoever
you want whenever you want. If you didn't learn that today, you never
will. Don't ever let me hear you say you have trouble having orgasms
again.
"I've got to go now. I want you to invite Joe over and let me
watch you have sex with him again. Next time, I want you to let him
fuck you in the ass."
Without waiting for a response from me, he unlocked the door and
walked out.
I was left staring at the door, thinking. Had he done this to
help me? Was this really some kind of lesson to empower me? I felt my
burning rectum, still smarting from the reaming by his cock. I felt
the moist stickiness on my thighs from his cum oozing out of my cunt.
I remembered the flood of his cum, squishing out of my lips and down my
chin when he fucked my mouth. And I remembered stripping for Joe,
sucking Joe, fucking Joe, while the Professor watched us, hidden in the
closet. Was he really mentoring me, or was I just a sex toy for him to
use to act out his fantasies?
The most disturbing thing wasn't that I didn't know which of
these alternatives was the truth. It was the uncomfortable realization
that I wanted to be his sex toy. Even though I liked Joe, and it would
be nice to have a boyfriend my own age again, I desperately wanted to
keep seeing the Professor, and let him control me, use me, even
humiliate me. I was becoming a slut, and I was starting to like the
idea of being a slut, just so long as I was the Professor's slut.
Postscript
Please let me know what you thought about "The 'ABC' Plan 3:
Seduction" by email at kalmkren@yahoo.com. I plan to write further
sequels about the sexual adventures of Prof. Sharpe and Angela.
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