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Note: I am not the author of this story. I just posting here to share
the work of a great author. All the credits goes to him.

Higher Education Ch. 01
by rgjohn (C) My name is James Adams and I teach Philosophy 101 to
freshmen students at a mid-sized college. This is my eighth year and I
am being considered for a full professorship. The title of professor
means some extra money but more importantly it means tenure and
recognition that I am finally a part of the college infrastructure.
Sure, I know the decision to give a teacher tenure is as much
political as it is academic but I would be lying if I said it wasn't
important. It means that I would become part of the establishment of
the college-something every college teacher works for.

Now I can look back on my career and smile. However, it has been a
bumpy ride at times but there was a lot of fun along the way as well.
To be sure, there were times that I thought this day would never come.

How did I get to this point in my life? Well, I guess there is always
a little bit of luck when one achieves their career goals. However, I
didn't start out to be a college professor. The truth is that the odds
were stacked against me in many ways. After graduating from high
school with a solid "c," I had no idea what I wanted to do with my
life. Somehow I got the bright idea to join the Army. Actually I think
it was my old man that said that I needed to either get a job or join
the Army. I joined the Army. It seemed the easier path. I spent four
years in the service, learning how to use lethal weapons as well as
how to avoid being killed. Strangely, that's how I ended up as a
philosophy major in college. It came to me one night as I was
sweltering in some God forsaken jungle in South America waiting to
ambush drug smugglers. I was part of the Army's "special ops" team
that was assigned to deal with the drug trade south of our borders. My
team was hidden in dense jungle overgrowth next to a known drug
smuggler's trail, trying our best to keep quiet as misquotes tried
just as hard to carry us away.

It was a rare moment of lucid thought that I wondered what the hell I
was doing risking my life in this low paid and dangerous job. That may
have been the closest I had ever come to a philosophical thought. The
answer was like a revelation to me. It seemed like most of the guys
around me were crazy or at least acted that way and would have been
here even if they weren't paid. I realized that there had to be a
better way to make a living. I resolved in that moment of sanity to
get out of the military as soon as possible. Hopefully alive!

Within six months I was mustering out of the Army and searching to
find a college that would take me regardless of my academic record.
Fortunately, I had a connection from a friend of a friend and found a
school that would give me the benefit of the doubt. I used the money
that I had saved in the past four years, plus the college
reimbursement that the Army provided, to register at a small college
in upstate New York. The money wasn't enough for all my expenses but I
worked a couple of extra jobs and made ends meet. I even received a
scholarship to stay on and finish my graduate degree, before going to
work for real.

After graduation, I took the first job I could find (always in
desperate need of money) and began teaching at a private all boys'
high school. Surprisingly teaching wasn't all that different from the
Army, i.e., working with unruly boys whose testosterone levels were
bubbling over. Fortunately, after two years at the school I got lucky
and landed a job teaching intro philosophy at a mid-sized college.
That was the beginning of my career and while I didn't know it at the
time, began my education in the world of college politics and sex
(well, mostly sex).

This story is about how I got here and the ups and downs (pun
intended) along the way.

Chapter 1

I remember my first day on the job like it was yesterday. I was
sitting behind this very desk trying to act like "professor cool" as
students filed into the room. Believe it or not, I had on a tweed
jacket, with elbow patches and a vest. I even had a pipe on my desk,
although I didn't smoke. However, behind my attempt at a suave
demeanor was a very nervous young man. Maybe it was because I had
never had a class with thirty students. The size of my classes at the
small private school had been in the neighborhood of twelve to fifteen
students, and more importantly, all boys. Here, I knew from the roster
that I had about twenty girls and ten boys in my first class. That
seemed to be the general ratio for my other classes as well.

 From my Army days and teaching at a boy's school, I had grown very
comfortable being around and teaching guys. Now I would have to learn
to deal with the fairer sex. Not that I was totally inexperienced with
girls but, believe it or not, I was a somewhat shy, if not naive man.
Sometimes I think that's why I went into the Army and even accepted
the job at the boys' school-I could do the macho thing to cover up my
shyness with girls.

It was a warm day in late August when the term began so the girls were
wearing as little as possible. I tried not to watch as one pretty
co-ed after the other flowed into the room. However, while my eyes
were pretending to be on the papers on my desk (I have great
peripheral vision) I could see the ladies as they walked by. Most wore
shorts and tank tops, but some had on short summer dresses. I grew up
in a house with three sisters so I was familiar with the "hoochie"
look-a cross between sluttish and... well sluttish, but acceptable in
the circle of most teenaged girls.

My first challenge was learning all of their names. However, I was and
am terrible with names. I know the trick is to associate the name with
something else but I have a hard time remembering the "something
else." Anyway, I always try. There was Jennifer, with the big breasts.
I thought she looked like Jennifer Aniston, although this Jennifer had
much bigger breasts. Then there was Rachael. She looked a little like
Rachael Welsh (when she was young-unfortunately without the big
breasts). Then there was Molly who had on a multicolored top that
reminded me of a lollipop. Molly... lolli... well, you get the
picture. It didn't work anyway.

Somehow I muttled through two classes that morning with one left in
the afternoon. I hoped that I had maintained my professional demeanor
but I had a pretty good suspicion that many of the students knew that
I was green. Several of the girls stopped by my desk to say hi and bat
their pretty eyes at me. At the time I thought that there was no way
that they could sway my objective opinion of them, which was strictly
based on their academic achievements. That was one of the many things
I have been wrong about in my career.

When the ending bell rang, and the students had left, I looked up to
see my mentor standing in the doorway. Each new teacher is assigned an
experienced "older" teacher to help them learn the procedures and
policies of the college. It is actually a pretty good program and I've
mentored a number of new teachers over the years. My mentor was
Abigail VanBuren. Abigail was an "older" woman of about forty. (When
you're thirty, anyone over 31 is "older.") She wore her hair short and
had horned-rim glasses. However, underneath her "college professor"
exterior she appeared to be a very sexy woman. It happened that she
was also the Dean of the Philosophy Department, my boss and a very
important person to my career. However, I had no idea how important at
the time.

"Jim, I have a few papers for you to sign and then we can go to lunch
if you like."

"That would be great," I said as I nervously straightened up the
papers covering my already messy desk.

"Come on down to my office."

Abigail turned and walked out the door. As I hurried to follow her
down the hall, I couldn't help notice that, while she was always
professionally dressed, she wore her clothes too tight. However, she
had the shape to get away with it. That day she was wearing a gray
business suit with a form fitting skirt and jacket. She had on a white
blouse with a colorful scarf around her neck. My eyes followed her
rear as she strode purposefully on four-inch high heels down the hall
in front of me. It almost appeared that she was swaying her hips a
little more than necessary. However, I thought it could have been
because of the very high heels that she was wearing. I found out it
was the former.

I followed her into a large and well-furnished office and sat down in
a chair in front of her large desk. There was a leather sofa, two end
tables with lamps, a coffee table and two desk chairs in the spacious
room. Covering the walls, were bookshelves and plaques showing her
academic accomplishments and awards. A very lavish office even for a
Dean of Philosophy, I observed.

Her desk was neat and tidy like her. The room smelled of lilacs but I
wasn't sure if it were her perfume or the real thing. There were large
bouquets of fresh cut flowers on her desk and the coffee table, giving
the otherwise mannish office a feminine touch. The flowers could have
been lilacs but I had no clue about such things.

Abigail sat down at her desk and folded her hands on in front of her.
"So how was your first morning," she said with a knowing smile, her
blue eyes sparkling.

"Very tense, but I got through it somehow."

"I can still remember my first day of teaching. It was very trying and
I almost quit after the first week. That's why we started the
mentoring program. Unfortunately we lost some good people before we
realized that we needed to give the new teachers some additional
support."

I smiled and said that I appreciated her taking her valuable time to
help me. She admitted that she didn't normally mentor anymore but when
she saw someone "special" she made an exception. I sensed something in
the way she said "special." I certainly didn't consider myself
special. However, I found out what she meant a few minutes later.

Abigail got up and walked around her desk with several papers in her
hand. She leaned back on the desk in front of me. My eyes naturally
went to the expanse of nylon that was revealed as she leaned back and
her short skirt pulled upward. Her opaque nylons shimmered in the
sunlight coming from the window. When I looked up I saw her watching
me and I blushed like a high school boy. I'm sure she noticed but she
didn't say anything.

"Uh... are those the papers I have to sign?" I stammered, trying to
cover my embarrassment as I reached out for the papers.

"Yes," she said, but instead of handing them to me she put the papers
down on the desk beside her. Then, to my surprise, she scooted up and
sat on the desk.

My eyes opened wide when I realized that I was now almost eye-level
with her legs. When she crossed her legs, it made her short skirt pull
higher. I could actually see the tops of her thigh high nylons and a
hint of white flesh where her skirt and the desk met. Again, when I
looked up, I saw her looking at me, this time with a smile on her
face. I was beginning to get very nervous.

"Jim, there are a few rules around here that you should know." Abigail
paused as I tried to keep my eyes on her face.

"First, as you are aware, I am the head of the department. I run a
pretty tight ship and I expect my teachers to obey the rules." She
paused and then added, "When I say jump, you should only ask how
high." There was a smile on her face but I was pretty sure she wasn't
joking. "Additionally, I expect you to be on time for class and
prepared. I expect promptness from all of my teachers. Is that
understood?"

"Yes ma'am," I answered, and swallowed hard. This sounded a lot like
the speech that my drill sergeants gave me when I entered the Army.
Only, there was a lot more "mother-fucker's" mixed with the military
language.

"Secondly, the college takes a very dim view of teachers fraternizing
with students. I warn you of this because almost seventy per cent of
our student body is female. You are a handsome young man." Again she
paused and smiled at me. I almost thought she was going to wink. Then
she continued, "Do not doubt for a moment that some of the students
will try to use their considerable charm to get a grade with their
body that their mind can't achieve."

I didn't respond but nodded my head. Then I watched as she reached up
and pulled the scarf from around her neck.

"It's getting warm in here isn't it?" she said and unbuttoned two of
the buttons on her blouse. I could now see that she had a substantial
cleavage. Then she unbuttoned her jacked and pulled it open.

I gasped. She didn't have on a bra and I could plainly see her hard
nipples poking through the thin material. Although I wanted to avert
my eyes, I found it impossible. I could even see the dark rings of her
areolas. I felt an unwanted tingle in my groin and squirmed in my
chair.

Abigail was quiet for a time, most likely watching for my reaction.
Her eyes darted to my groin. I think she saw what she wanted to see.
She continued, "So stay away from the co-ed's and be prepared and you
will be rewarded." Then Abigail pointed to the forms next to her on
the desk. "Sign these," she said as she uncrossed her legs.

My eyes glanced toward her now open legs. I almost gasped because it
appeared that she wasn't wearing panties. However, I forced myself to
look at the forms. They were some kind of tax withholding forms that I
was certain I had already signed several weeks ago. Still, I wasn't
going to argue. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I
signed both forms quickly.

"There is only one rule left to understand," Abigail said as she got
up and went to the office door. She turned and leaned against the
closed door, smiling at me. Her hands were behind her back and I heard
a distinct "click." Then she walked over and casually closed the
blinds, leaving the room lit only by a small desk lamp that I hadn't
even noticed was on.

I could feel sweat beading on my brow. I wasn't that na<ve and knew
that I was on very dangerous grounds here. However, nothing in my
military experience prepared me for this. I felt the sudden urge to
get up and run from the room. However, I was pretty certain that it
would mean the loss of my job. Instead, I sat in stunned silence as
the older woman approached me. She stepped between the desk and me. I
was almost afraid to look up at her. I could feel my heart pounding in
my chest as I saw her throw her glasses onto the desk carelessly. They
slid across the desk and fell to the floor on the other side.
Suddenly, the prim and proper Dean of Philosophy went to her knees in
front of me. I opened my mouth in shock and looked at her face. It was
a mask of lust. Then, I jumped as she placed both hands on my thighs.

"Very strong," she said as she squeezed the muscles in my tense
thighs.

Incredibly, I felt a moment of pride that I still kept myself in
excellent shape. However, that passed quickly as I watched her hands
slowly moving up my thighs and then toward my groin. I sat stiffly in
my chair, almost as if I was disembodied and watching from afar.
Suddenly her fingers found my groin and my entire body tensed and I
gasped.

"Mmmm nice," she said as she felt my lengthening penis under my
slacks.

Again, I felt the overpowering urge to run. Instead, I closed my eyes
and trembled as her expert fingers worked on my covered penis until it
was a throbbing tent in my pants. As much as I didn't want this to
happen, I was incapable of stopping it. When I heard my zipper being
pulled down, my eyes flew open and I looked at the kneeling woman.
However, Abigail wasn't looking at me. She was busy fishing her hand
inside my slacks, searching for my swollen shaft.

I closed my eyes again and moaned when her warm hand wrapped around
it. I heard a sharp intake of her breath as she pulled my penis out
into the open.

"Oh yes," she whisper to herself. "I knew you would have a nice cock."

I opened my eyes in surprised at her words. I saw her pretty blue eyes
staring back at me as her soft hand with red painted fingernails
wrapped around my throbbing penis. By this time I was very excited and
it was all that I could do not to spend in her face like some horny
teenager.

She held my penis up and waved it like a baton and said, "The last
rule is that this... is mine anytime I want it." With that she opened
her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick the swollen head.

I didn't argue. Instead I moaned and watched her run her tongue around
the crown until it reached the dripping head. She squeezed her fist,
forcing a large drop of clear liquid from the slit before swiping her
tongue across it and swallowing. Then, she growled deep in her throat
and took my penis into her mouth.

I bit my tongue to keep from moaning as I watched her head move
downward until her lips were in my pubic hair. I do not have a giant
penis, and while it is bigger than average, I had never had a girl
take me all the way into her throat. However, Abigail didn't seem to
have a problem. I could feel her tongue come out to tickle my balls as
her throat muscles massaged my shaft. My fists clenched into balls in
order to avoid grabbing her head. I surmised that she wasn't a woman
that liked to be forced to do anything. Instead, I lifted my hips and
moaned.

Abigail sucked me for a few minutes and then pulled her mouth away,
her lips making a loud pop as the swollen head slipped from her
sucking lips. Her lipstick and saliva was smeared on my penis. Her
eyes were wild with lust.

"So... you like to have your... cock sucked?" she asked rhetorically
and breathlessly as she looked at me and fisted my slippery shaft. I
could see her firm and bra-less breasts moving up and down with her
growing excitement. "That's fortunate because I loveeee to suck cock."
With that the pretty woman dropped her head and took me into her
throat again. I felt her tremble in excitement and heard her moan deep
in her throat.

It had been quite some time since I had had sex and it didn't take
long for my balls to begin to tighten. I felt compelled to warn her.
"Dean... Dean VanBuren," I groaned, not knowing what else to call her.
I heard her moan and felt her suck harder. "I... I'm... going to..." I
warned as I lifted my hips and hissed thought my teeth. My penis
throbbed and suddenly began to spew my juice deep into her throat. My
penis was so far down her throat that I doubt that she tasted the
first couple of blasts. Then she pulled her head back until just the
crown was in her mouth. Her fist moved up and down the shaft in a
milking motion. Suddenly, her body began to tremble. I realized that
she was climaxing as she was drinking my sperm.

I was sitting with my head back and still gasping for breath when Dean
VanBuren rose. Through half opened eyes I watched as she walked around
behind her desk and picked up her glasses. Then she sat back down at
the desk, put her prim glasses back on, and pulled a tissue out of a
drawer to dab her lips. "I forgot that I have an appointment for lunch
already. You don't mind if I take a rain check do you?"

"Uh... no... uh not at all," I said, almost relieved that I didn't
have to go to lunch with her after what just happened. I stood up
quickly.

"By the way, there is going to be a little party at my house on Friday
night. I live on Monroe Street just across from the entrance to the
campus. Everyone knows where it is. See you about eight?"

I assumed the party was to greet the new staff. "Yea... sure," I said
before I could think of an excuse not to go. As I stood trying to get
my thoughts together, I heard her clear her throat. I saw that she was
looking at my crotch. My face turned bright red when I looked down and
saw that my almost soft penis was still hanging out of my pants. There
was a drip of my sperm hanging from the head. Abigail had a smile on
her face as she reached over the desk to hand me a tissue. I snatched
the tissue and turned away, wiping my penis before hastily putting it
back in my pants and pulling up my zipper.


"Nice butt," I heard her say as I sheepishly left the room. On one
hand I felt a little used, like many women do. However, on the other
hand I had just gotten a blowjob so who was I to complain. Still, it
was something I hadn't expected or even wanted.

Chapter 2

I was still stunned as I entered the school dinning hall a few minutes
later. The dinning hall is a large building with floor to ceiling
windows on two sides. There was the general dining area for students
and then a smaller room for the teachers. I stood in line and got my
food then headed for the teacher's dining room. When I entered I
looked around for anyone that I knew. I saw a pretty red haired girl
waving to me from a table across the room. I made my way over and sat
down at the table with several other people.

"Hi," I said to the red headed girl. Then, I introduced myself to the
people at the table, noting that they all appeared to be younger than
I was. The young woman's name was Katie and she and I had met briefly
several weeks ago during my whirlwind orientation. Unfortunately, I
had been fast tracked for this job and did not have time to go through
all the orientation that the new teachers typically were required to
go through. Actually, it was quite strange because I had interviewed
with Dean VanBuren and only one other person before being offered the
job. It was late in the summer and I had no hopes that I would begin
in the fall semester if I got the job. Then, when I got the letter
notifying me that I was hired, I was shocked to say the least. I had
to rush to find housing and move. I barely had time to say goodbye to
friends before my life was uprooted. Later, as I found out, Dean
VanBuren had quite a bit of pull within the University and had hand
picked me.

In a few minutes of listening to the talk at the table, I found out
more than I wanted to know about the gossip around campus. However,
not all of it was bad. I learned that Katie also worked for Dean
VanBuren. She had been with the school for three years. She seemed
sweet and very approachable. The other three people worked in various
departments and had all been with the school for five or six years.
They seemed nice enough but somewhat standoffish. That was okay by me,
I knew that I was from a different background than most people in the
academic world.

Finally, the other teachers at the table finished lunch and left Katie
and I alone.

"So, how is your day so far?" Katie asked with a bright smile.

I smiled back at the pretty girl, noting that she didn't look old
enough to be teaching elementary school, let alone college. "I guess
pretty good," I said in a somewhat non-committal tone.

Katie looked at me funny and then said "Oh. You've been to see Dean
VanBuren already huh!"

"How did you know?" I asked in shock.

"I've seen that look before. In fact, I've had that look before." She
looked like she wanted to laugh but held back.

I'm sure my face showed shock. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
Could she know what really happened? Or was she just assuming that I
got the lecture on the rules? I had no idea.

Katie leaned closer to me and said, "You're not the first or the last
to be called to her office. And, that won't be the last time you go
there."

"What... what does that mean?" I asked, playing dumb. However, before
she could answer, another teacher asked if he could sit down.

"Sure," Katie said and turned to me to add, "I'll talk to you later."

The new arrival introduced himself as Professor Thorton. He was an
intro level biology teacher and about my age. As we made small talk, I
found myself distracted by Katie. She had to be twenty-five or six
years old but looked 17. Her hair was bright red and her skin was a
creamy white with freckles across her nose. Her eyes were so green
that I thought she might be wearing colored contact lenses. She was a
very pretty girl.

I learned in the course of the conversation that the Philosophy
Department had seven teachers. That included Katie and myself. There
were two older professors who were close to retirement. Another guy in
his mid forties and two others, a man and a woman, that were in their
thirties. I hadn't met any of them but figured that I would get the
chance on Friday night at Dean VanBuren's house.

For the rest of the day I had a difficult time concentrating. I saw
Dean VanBuren in the hall several times but we didn't speak. She would
smile at me as we passed and her eyes would flash with passion.

The rest of the week was a great learning experience for me. I got to
know several of the faculty as we ate in the dinning hall. However,
Katie and I did not get a chance to talk privately again. She was
always too busy, or maybe she was avoiding me.

My evenings were filled with getting settled in my apartment, which
was a little upstairs flat in a large private home not far from
campus, and arranging things like finding doctors and who to call for
service etc. One evening I went out to get some fresh air and took a
walk around the town. It was a beautiful college town with large oak
tree lined streets and turn-of- the-century homes. It almost seemed
like a Norman Rockwell drawing of Middle America. I liked the town and
quickly felt very comfortable. Little did I know of the simmering
decadence just below the surface.

The week seemed to fly by and before I knew it Friday was upon me. I
was tired but exhilarated. I was still young enough to think that I
could make a difference if I worked hard enough. I truly believe that
I have made a difference. However, there were a lot of bumps in the
road.

When I left my apartment for the party that evening, I felt like I was
walking on air. It was a warm evening so I decided to walk the mile or
so to the Dean's residence. I didn't have a car anyway so the only
other choice was to take a cab or ride my bicycle. Neither seemed
appropriate. I was wearing a long sleeved blue oxford shirt, a pair of
kaki pants with brown Dockers with no socks. I felt pretty cool... I
was a college teacher-a very important person in this town.

As I cut across the campus I stopped a student and asked which house
was Dean VanBuren's. He pointed to a large colonial home just outside
the gate. I thanked him and walked on, whistling. As I approached the
house, I could see that it was a far bigger house than I imagined. It
looked more like the home that the president of the college would live
in instead of the Dean of Philosophy. However, I learned later that
Abigail VanBuren was the great granddaughter of the man that started
the college. I would have been more worried about what happened
earlier in the week had I known that Abigail was not only filthy rich
but also the most powerful woman in town or on campus. Sometimes
ignorance is bliss.

As I approached the house I was surprised to see that there was only
one car, a big Mercedes, in the driveway and several on the street.
But those were not parked in front of the house and probably belonged
to the neighbors. Then I figured that I was just being paranoid
because everybody walked anyway. I continued to whistle as I pressed
the doorbell several times. A minute later a pretty Hispanic woman
opened the door. She had on a maid's outfit with a little white hat.
Suddenly, I wasn't sure if she was expecting me or not.

"Hi, I'm Jim Adams... and I'm here for... for the party," I said
haltingly as I looked behind her and didn't see anyone else in the
house. Suddenly, I thought that maybe I had misunderstood and gotten
the wrong night.

"Yes, I know who you are Mr. Adams, I'm Maria," the pretty maid said
with a sweet Spanish accent. Her brown eyes flashed and her face
showed a knowing smile. "Madam VanBuren is expecting you." With that
she stepped back and held the door open for me.

I walked into the large foyer with trepidation in my heart. Something
was very wrong.

"This way sir."

The rooms of the house were big, if not ostentatious, by any standard.
There was a large spiral marble staircase leading to the second floor.
 From the ceiling hung a giant crystal chandelier. On the walls, in a
line, were ten-foot high paintings of men and women in formal dress of
the early 1900's, with the last one being a portrait of Abigail
herself. She was in a more modern gown that was low cut like the older
ones and showed off a major expanse of her cleavage. Her hair was done
up on her head and she had diamonds hanging from her ears and around
her neck. All she needed was a crown to look like the Queen of
England. A little chill ran through me as I felt the painted eye's
piercing into my soul. I almost stumbled as I stared at the larger
than life image and followed the maid into the study.

"Would you like a cocktail Mr. Adams?"

"Uh... yes, a Scotch on the rocks please," I stammered nervously.

"Very well. Madam will be down shortly." With that the pretty maid
turned and left me in the large room. Curiosity got the better of me
and I began to wander around the room looking at various pictures,
books and nick-naks. There was a large fireplace with a crackling fire
burning. I didn't think the evening was cool enough for a fire but it
still added coziness to the room. I scanned the room again, looking at
the leather furniture and the large mahogany desk. It was almost a
man's room and I suddenly wondered for the first time if Dean VanBuren
was married. That was a scary thought.

"Here you are sir," Maria said, startling me.

"Oh... thank you." I took the glass and took a quick drink, feeling
the strong liquid burning my throat.

"Will that be all?" Maria asked.

"Uh... uh... where is everyone?" I asked.

"You are the only guest."

"Oh!" I said with obvious shock.

Maria smiled and said, "Madam will be down in a minute." Then she
turned and left me alone again.

My hand trembled as I took another large drink. This time it didn't
burn so much and I could feel the rush of alcohol. It started to
settle my nerves, however I still felt the urge to run. Not knowing
what else to do, I walked over and sat down on the leather couch.

"You're late!"

I turned and saw Dean VanBuren walking into the room. I stood up,
almost spilling my drink. "I... I... uh..."

"No matter this time. Please be prompt in the future Mr. Adams."

"Uh... yes ma'am," I answered, almost saying that it was only ten
after eight. However, I wasn't going to get into an argument because I
had bigger concerns.

Abigail VanBuren had on a blue velvet gown that was low cut and hugged
every curve of her body. I figured that there was no way she could
have been wearing underwear. Her hair and face were made up as if she
were going to some formal party. Yet, there was only she and I in the
room. Maybe we were going to a neighbor's house, I thought. "Where...
where is everybody else?" Suddenly, I was afraid of the answer.

"It's only you and I Mr. Adams. You are the only new teacher that I
have this year."

I started to say that I thought I was going to meet "teachers" from
other sections but held my tongue. I stood mute as Maria appeared from
nowhere and brought Abigail a mixed drink.

"Will there be anything else madam?"

"No thank you Maria, we can use the bar in here for anything else. I
will see you in the morning."

I watched Maria turn to leave. However, before she did she gave me a
strange smile and then she was gone. We were alone. Suddenly, I could
feel my heart beating in my chest. The only other sound was my
breathing and the ticking of a large grandfather clock. My heart
seemed to be beating about twice the speed of the clock.

"Please sit down Mr. Adams."

I sat on one end of the sofa and Abigail sat at the other. She patted
the leather next to her and said, "Not so far away."

I hesitantly moved closer until I was a few inches from her. I could
smell her perfume (lilacs) and almost feel the heat of her body.

"So how was you're first week?"

"Very nice, thank you."

"Hopefully you got to meet some faculty. I'm sorry I was so busy this
week but I should have more time next week to introduce you around."

"That's no problem, I sat with Katie at lunch and she introduced me to
a number of people."

"Ah, yes Katie. A very pretty girl... with a lot of potential,"
Abigail said, looking at the fire with a dreamy smile. Then she turned
back to me and said, "Now, tell me more about yourself. I want to get
to know you."

I took another sip of my drink and gave her my "Readers Digest"
version of my life. She listened patiently, smiling several times. It
might have been my imagination but I thought I could see in her eyes
that she was impressed with my background.

"It's commendable that you have made such a success of yourself so
far, considering your background," Abigail said and added, "I mean no
offense but generally our teachers come from a strictly academic
background. I doubt that there are any that were hunting down drug
smugglers in the Amazon." She laughed.

"I suspect that is true," I said and chuckled nervously as well. 

Abigail got up and mixed us another drink then sat down beside me
again. This time her thigh was touching mine.

My hand was trembling as I took a drink. 

"Surprisingly, I have the impression that you are not as experienced
with women as I would have thought," Abigail said as she dropped her
hand to my thigh.

"Uh... well... uh... I've had my share," I answered with an attempt at
bravado that I didn't feel.

"Really? Have you had any experience with a woman like me?"

I had no idea how to answer that question. "I... I... uh..." I
stammered, suddenly feeling like a teenaged boy on his first date. She
had a way of bringing on that feeling.

Abigail smiled at my nervousness and began to rub her hand up and down
my thigh. "Frankly, I think you are a very sexy man. I kind of like
the macho stuff... to a point. However, I am a very demanding woman
Mr. Adams." She paused and her eyes sparkled. She added, "Do you know
how to please a demanding woman?"

"Well... I... I... listen, Dean VanBuren..."

"Call me Abigail when we are alone please."

"Abi... Abigail... uh... I'm not sure... sure that this is a good
idea," I said. Then I saw her eyes turn hard for a second.

She pursed her lips with a little anger and said, "Listen Mr. Adams."
Emphasizing the "Mr. Adams." "I have given you a huge opportunity. One
that I don't believe you would have ever gotten on your own. You are
on the faculty of a wonderful university that prides itself in
selecting only the best."

"I appreciate that. I truly do but..."

"But what? If you don't think you are up to the job, you can leave
right now."

Suddenly I felt panic. She was absolutely right. I couldn't believe
that I would ever get a job as good as this or as big an opportunity.
I swallowed the suddenly vile taste in my mouth, along with my pride
and said, "No... I mean... I appreciate the opportunity and I'm
grateful."

"Then show it." She paused, staring at me with icy blue eyes and then
said, "Stand up!"

I looked at her like I didn't understand.

"Stand up!" she said again. 

I took a quick gulp of my drink and stood up in front of her.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered in a casual tone.

"Huh?"

"Come on Mr. Adams, you are not that na<ve."

Maybe I was. Slowly I began to unbutton my shirt. I pulled it off
slowly and dropped it to the coffee table.

"Very nice," Abigail said, sounding truly impressed.

My body was still in good shape and I had spent a good bit of time at
the beach over the summer so I still had a pretty good tan. I saw her
eyes appraising me. Then I saw her eyes drop to the crotch of my pants
and I almost thought she was going to lick her lips. Without my
willing it, I felt my penis begin to stir. I felt more than a little
uncomfortable so, instead of unbuckling my pants, I slipped off my
shoes and hesitated, standing in front of her shirtless and
barefooted.

Abigail sat back and looked up at me like the cat stalking the canary
as she sipped her drink

Slowly I reached for my belt and opened it. I unsnapped my pants and
pulled the zipper down, holding my pants up with my hands. Then with a
deep breath, I let them drop.

Abigail gasped. 

I didn't bother with underwear since it was still warm outside.
Suddenly, I was standing with my pants around my ankles and my now
half-hard penis growing in front of me. I looked away, unable to meet
the eyes of the sexy woman.

"Come closer," Abigail hissed excitedly as she sat up.

I moved until I was standing at her knees. Then, I forced myself to
look down at her. Her pretty blues eyes were sparkling with lust. I
watched as she sat her drink on the end table almost casually.
However, I saw the liquid shimmer in the glass a bit, indicating that
under her cool demeanor, Dean VanBuren was nervous too. Then, she
reached up and wrapped her hand around the shaft.

A little moan escaped the pretty woman's lips as she pulled me toward
her and opened her mouth. It was my turn to moan as her soft and wet
lips circled the head of my now dripping penis. "Oh yes!" I moaned as
her lips and tongue brought me pleasure. She was very good at oral sex
and she obviously loved it.

My hips began to move back and forth in time with her sucking mouth. I
saw that her eyes were closed in pleasure as her lips stretched to
accommodate my shaft. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips as
the room filled with a sloppy sucking sound. I caught movement out of
the corner of my eye and turned. I saw Maria standing in the doorway
with a broad smile on her face. However, she quickly disappeared.

Abigail's hands left my penis to reach around to grab my bare ass. Her
fingernails almost cut into my flesh as she pulled me forward, forcing
my shaft all the way down her throat. I moaned as the head slipped
through her constricted throat muscles until my balls touched her
chin. It was a truly amazing sight.

Throwing caution to the wind I reached for her head and grasped her
hair. Instead of pulling away as I thought she might, she moaned and
allowed me to move her head back and forth. My hips matched the tempo
of my hands as I literally "fucked" her mouth and throat. The room
filled with her groans, moans and the sucking sounds from the excited
woman's mouth. I was rapidly reaching the point of no return when she
abruptly pulled away. My penis popped out of her mouth and flipped up
to hit my stomach with a wet slap, splattering her saliva and my
juice.

"I got to have this in me," she gasped, her face wild with lust now.
She practically threw me to the sofa. When I was on my back I watched
the sophisticated lady pull her dress up her legs to her thighs. The
expensive dress was so tight that she had to work to get it to her
waist.

I stared as her vagina came into view. It was devoid of hair with the
exception of a little tuft above the lips. She was obviously excited
as her inner lips were swollen and protruded from the smooth outer
ones and there were strings of clear juice dripping from her hole.
Quickly she moved over to me and straddled my waist. I didn't move as
she grasped my throbbing penis and centered it at her hole. Then she
moved the head around to coat it with her juice before letting it slip
inside.

"Ooh," Abigail moaned as the swollen head entered her surprisingly
tight hole.

I joined her and groaned as her wet and swollen inner flesh surrounded
my shaft.

"Oh God, fuck me!!!" she screamed and began to move up and down. 

I think she was the one fucking me, not the other way around. I lay
there, letting her take her pleasure, enjoying her frantic movements.
It didn't take long before she screamed that she was about to climax.
I reached up and pulled her hips down hard, forcing my shaft deeply
into her.

"Oh Jesus," she screamed as her body went into convulsions. 

I could feel the muscles deep inside of her began to spasm, squeezing
my shaft in a fleshy vise. Suddenly, I was moaning and pushing my hips
upward. I bellowed as my balls pulled to my body and sent an
incredible load of sperm up the shaft. Abigail must have felt it enter
her because her contractions seemed to intensify.


She fell heavily onto my chest as both of us gasped for breath. 

Chapter 3

Abigail lay on me for a long time. I could feel her soft breasts
moving up and down with her now gentle breathing. Finally she pulled
back and looked down at me. "That was incredible," she gasped and
smiled. "Now I wonder if you can use your mouth as good as you do your
cock."

I was a little surprised by her quick recovery, not to mention her
choice of words. However, I wasn't complaining. I loved giving oral
sex as much as I liked getting it.

"Come upstairs with me," she whispered. When she pulled away she
moaned as my penis slipped out of her sensitive vagina and flopped
heavily onto my thigh.

I'm not sure why, but I got the impression that not many of Abigail's
lovers were invited to her bedroom.

Abigail held my hand and led me into the foyer and up the long
staircase. I watched her sexy butt as she ascended the stairs in front
of me. The velvet dress had fallen back into place but I could imagine
her bare cheeks under material swaying back and forth.

The sexy woman led me to a set of double doors. When she pushed them
open, I gasped. It was the largest bedroom I had ever seen. The
centerpiece was a large four-posted bed with a beautiful silk
bedspread. There were large pillows all around the bed. The room was
furnished with ornate furniture with several large lounges and two
beautiful marble topped dressers, one with a giant mirror. The room
was what I envisioned a Roman Emperor's bedroom to look like. There
were in fact several marble busts and statures, including naked men
and women. Being a philosophy teacher I recognized one of the busts as
Aristotle. There was also a large naked marble statue of Aphrodite,
the goddess of love.

"Wait here and I'll go clean up," Abigail said, with surprising
shyness.

However, before she could walk away I pulled her boldly toward me and
into my arms. "No need to do that," I whispered. Suddenly, I was
standing naked, holding a gorgeous, fully dressed woman in my arms.
She was my mentor to boot. Slowly I lowered my head and brought my
lips to her for our first kiss. The sexy older woman practically
melted into my arms. I heard her moan and I almost had to hold her up
as my tongue entered her mouth. Seconds later we were squirming
against each other in passion.

Abigail pulled away, gasping for breath again. She looked down and her
eyes opened wide when she saw that I had another erection. "Oh my,"
she gasped and reached for my pulsing tool. When she started to slip
to her knees, I pulled her back.

"It's my turn," I said. Staring into her eyes, I reached up and slowly
slipped the shoulder straps to her gown down her arm. I followed the
material down with my hands, pushing her arms straight to let the
dress uncover her breasts. My mouth began to water as I gazed on her
soft and surprisingly firm breasts. They were perfectly white without
a mole or freckle on the surface and, while they were large, there was
surprisingly little sag. The nipples were pink and hard, and the
areola's covered a large portion of the surface.

Abigail moaned as she watched my eyes devour her.

I kissed her neck gently before moving my lips further down. Goose
bumps appeared on her shoulders and I could feel her trembling. Slowly
I worked my tongue down until I reached a nipple. I circled it with my
tongue and then sucked it into my mouth.

"Ooh!!!" Abigail groaned as I sucked harder, bringing a good portion
of her soft flesh into my mouth. Saliva slipped from my wet lips.

Then I moved across the large valley to the other nipple and sucked it
into my mouth. When I left that one, it was dripping with saliva as
well. I looked up and Abigail's eyes were closed in pleasure. I began
to pull her dress downward as I slipped to my knees. It took a little
effort to pull the tight material across her hips. A second later I
was staring at her still swollen sex. Now it was coated with a
combination of her juices and my dripping sperm. I kissed her belly
softly, using my tongue to make little wet circles on her smooth
flesh. Abigail placed her hands on my shoulder and squeezed in
anticipation. However, before I moved lower, I stood back up. I pushed
the not so reluctant woman over to her bed until she was sitting. Then
I knelt again, pushing her back and spreading her legs in the process.
Suddenly, the strong willed woman was putty in my hands.

I lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders. Abigail moaned. She
knew what was coming. Slowly I dropped my mouth to her warm thighs. I
used my tongue to tickle one thigh and then the other, teasing her as
I slowly moved lower.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned in anticipation and then gasped, "Please!"

I could see that she was grasping the bedspread with clenched fists.
Pushing her legs back further, I moved my mouth over her pulsing
vagina. I knew that she could feel my breath on her wet and swollen
flesh. Slowly I moved down. This time it was both of us that groaned
as I opened my mouth and sucked the lips of her vagina inside.

Suddenly, Abigail went mad. Her hands grabbed my hair and her hips
lifted off of the bed. One would have thought that she had never been
eaten before. Her hips squirmed, almost dislodging my mouth several
times. But I held on, working my tongue deep into her sucking hole.
Within seconds, my face was covered with our combined juices. I didn't
mind. Nasty sex is always great.

It didn't take Abigail long to go over the top again. When she did,
her body went into such convulsions that I did lose contact several
time. However, I persisted and found my way back to her swollen sex.

It took a long time for her climax to wane. I was amazed. When she
finally settled down, her legs dropped heavily from my shoulders to
the bed. I looked up from my position between her legs and saw that
her face was turned to the side and that her eyes were closed. When I
stood up and looked down I realized that she had passed out. I lifted
her legs and gently laid her on the bed.

That gave me time to slip into the bathroom and wash my sticky face.
When I came out, I saw that she was awake. She had a smile on her face
and opened her arms to me. I crawled onto the bed and gently placed my
body over hers.

"That was... marvelous," she whispered and pulled my head down to her
lips.

Her legs opened and allowed me to move between. As we continued to
kiss, I lowered my hips, slipping my penis easily into her body again.
This time the sex was less frantic, more relaxed. I moved slowly in
and out with the same tempo as my tongue moved in her mouth. She
lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I could feel her
soft breasts and hot nipples pressing to my chest. Gradually, the
tempo grew until I was pounding into her. The slapping of our bodies
echoed around the room. I had a feeling that all of the marble busts
and statues were watching us. At least Aphrodite would have approved.

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me!" Abigail gasped as she thrust her hips
upward to meet me. Then she let out a long moan and began to shudder
as she reached her peak again. The trembling went on for some time
before she relaxed.

However, I didn't stop my movements for a second. I knew that I could
go on for quite some time after my recent climax. Pushing her legs up
high, I moved to my knees. As I stared down into her still
lust-contorted face, I began to pound hard into her. I loved the way
her large breasts giggled with each thrust. She reached up and grabbed
my hips, pulling them toward her as her excitement grew again.

"Oh Jesus, oh God!" she gasped and her head began to roll from side to
side. "What are you doing to me?"

"Fucking you to death?" I said with a chuckle. However, before I took
her over the top, I stopped my movements and said, "Get on your hands
and knees."

Abigail moved quickly to get into position. 

Suddenly I was staring down at her sexy ass. I moved between her legs,
reaching down to push her thighs further apart and then slipped back
inside her.

"Ahhhhheeee!!!" she gasped as my shaft slid all the way to the bottom
of her canal in one thrust.

My penis was covered in her thick juice and it splattered on our
thighs each time I hit bottom. I rose from my knees to the balls of my
feet and used my weight to move even faster in and out. Her buttocks
swung back and forth and her chest rubbed on the bed, chaffing her
nipples with the sawing motion. The large bed began to squeak from our
frantic activity. Soon, Abigail was climaxing again and I was right
behind her. For just a moment, I thought that the shock waves might
topple the marble statues as I bellowed and shot another load into her
receptive hole.

This time after we collapsed, neither of us could move. We fell
asleep. I woke up several hours later and found myself snuggled up to
her from behind in a spoon fashion. I smiled and reached over and took
her soft breast in my hand. Abigail moaned in her sleep and pushed her
ass back at me. I fell back to sleep.

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