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Chapter 9

It was a somewhat cloudy and windy day on the slopes. Sally gave Sam
another ski lesson. She had already shown a great deal of improvement.
Her experience at water skiing was paying off after all. Still, Sam
moved slowly and fell often. Fortunately she didn't hurt anything,
except her pride.

Several hours later the two of them made their way back to the cabin.
Before they went inside, Sam indulged Sally's desire to build a
"snowman". While Sam was creating the head, Sally was working on the
body, forming large mounds of snow to represent breasts.

When Sam saw what she had done, she burst out laughing. "I thought we
were making a 'snowman'?" she laughed.

"I prefer a 'snowwoman'," Sally returned with a smile and stuck out
her tongue.

"She is certainly a 'woman'," Sam noted, looking at the large mounds
of snow. "But I prefer the real thing."

Sally stopped her work and turned to Sam. "So do I," she whispered as
she stepped close to her. Within a second, the 'snowwoman' was
forgotten as they began to kiss passionately.

Sam pulled her lips from Sally and whispered, "Let's go inside where
it's warmer. I have a surprise for you."

"Really," Sally giggled. "I can't wait."

Once inside, Sam quickly stripped off her snowsuit, keeping her back
to Sally.

When Sally saw that she was naked her eyes opened wide and she
laughed. "If I had known you were naked under your suit I would have
raped you."

"I know," Sam laughed over her shoulder, keeping her front from
Sally's eyes. Then, she quickly left Sally and went up to the loft.
She looked around for something to put on that would hide her hairless
sex until she was ready to let Sally see it. Inside the closet she
found a long sleeved flannel shirt that belonged to Sally's father.
She put the warm shirt on over her naked body. She looked into the
mirror and saw that the tail of the shirt came down to her thighs.
This will do perfectly, she thought and smiled at her image in the
mirror. Then she unbuttoned several of the top buttons, leaving the
top open enough to see the swells of her breasts.

When Sam came back downstairs, she saw Sally standing at the
fireplace. She had on a pair of very tight cotton short shorts. On top
she had on her cut off jersey again. A little pulse of pleasure went
through Sam when she saw that Sally's tight shorts defined and
outlined her buttocks. In fact, they were so tight that they couldn't
be comfortable she realized. Still, they were incredibly sexy. Then
she thought of the baby doll pajamas. At that moment, she knew that
Sally had brought the clothes in order to tease her. Pretty brazen for
a young girl she thought. However, the teasing had worked.

"Mmmm!" Sally said when she saw what Sam was wearing. "I've never seen
that shirt look better. Very sexy."

"You look pretty sexy yourself," Sam said, glancing down at the tight
shorts. She took a cup of hot chocolate that Sally held out to her.
"Thanks."

The two women sat on the sofa. Sam curled up in one corner; her legs
under her, making sure the tail of the shirt covered her bare crotch.
She wasn't quite ready for Sally to see her surprise yet. Sally sat at
the other end and leaned against the back, looking at her friend, her
knees up and her legs spread.

"That was fun today. Thanks!" Sam said, her eyes drifting down to the
crotch of the obscene shorts. The seam was buried between the fat
lips.

"I had fun too," Sally said, staring at Sam's eyes and feeling them
burning into her crotch. She felt a trickle of juice between her legs.
However, this time she didn't care if Sam noticed her getting wet. In
fact, it turned her on to think of the tight shorts turning dark
before her lover's eyes.

Sam felt her face turning hot and her vagina pulsed. Abruptly, she got
up and walked over to the fire because she didn't want Sally to take
control of the seduction. She picked up a poker and stoked the fire.
As she did, she bent over slightly and the back of the shirt inched
up. A smile came to her lips when she heard Sally gasp.

"No panties huh?" Sally said, a little breathlessly.

Sam remained slightly bent over and looked back at Sally. "I'm out of
clean panties. It's funny but I seemed to have misplaced a pair of my
panties." A knowing smile came to Sam's face.

Sally's face turned bright red and she looked down in embarrassment.
She thought of the panties still in her bag upstairs.

"No matter, they were dirty anyway."

Again, Sally blushed.

Sam walked back to the sofa and curled up in the corner again. She
stared at Sally and they both knew where the panties had gone. "You're
so pretty when you blush," she said honestly.

"You're pretty anytime," Sally returned as she stared back at the
older woman. Then, she watched as her fingers came up to the front of
the shirt and began to unbutton the remaining buttons. Sally's eyes
grew wide and a smile came to her face.

Suddenly, Sam's cell phone rang, startling both women.

"Hello! Oh hi sweetie," Sam said and then put her hand over the mouth
piece and mouthed "Larry."

"No, we're doing fine. Oh really, that's good. How did you arrange
that?" As Sam listened to her husband, she reached down and began to
unbutton her shirt again.

Sally's smile grew wide with amusement and her eyes flashed with
excitement as she watched each button open.

"We've been skiing and snowmobiling. It's been great fun," Sam said,
as she opened all but the last button of her shirt. Then she slowly
pulled open the top of the shirt, baring her breasts.

Sally groaned when she saw Sam's soft breasts. She lifted the cup of
hot chocolate to her lips as she watched in growing excitement. Her
tongue came out to lick around the edge of the cup. The seam of her
tight shorts suddenly seemed to be getting tighter as her sex lips
swelled.

"So, have you been doing okay without me?" Sam asked. As she did, she
reached under one breast and lifted it toward the younger woman.

Sally could feel her vagina begin to throb as she watched the wanton
display. She squirmed in excitement, almost wishing she hadn't worn
the tight shorts.

"Uh huh!" Sam said to Larry in answer to a question. However, her mind
was no longer on the conversation. She could feel her own excitement
growing as she began to squeeze a nipple. Then, she moved slightly,
pulling her legs from under her. She made sure the tail of the shirt
still covered her vagina. Slowly, she lifted a leg until her foot was
on the sofa and her knee touched the back. The other foot slid to the
floor. Then, she opened the last button and flipped the shirt away
from her crotch.

Sally gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were as big
as saucers as she stared into Sam's hairless crotch.

"Yes, we have plenty of food. In fact, Sally is just getting ready to
eat now," Sam said staring at Sally.

"No, we can talk for a minute, I don't have to eat yet. I'll eat
later. It won't get cold," she said as she spread her legs wider.

Suddenly, Sally knew what Sam wanted. A smile came to her face at her
lover's naughtiness and she set her cup on the coffee table. Then she
moved over, getting onto her hands and knees. Her hand went to Sam's
knee and pushed her thighs further apart. She dropped her head and
kissed the inside of her knee.

Now the phone conversation was becoming very difficult as Sam watched
Sally begin to kiss down her thigh. Suddenly, she wanted the
conversation to be over. However, she didn't want to just hang up.
"Mmmm!" she moaned when she felt Sally's tongue move several inches
down her thigh.

"Uh... oh... I was just responding to Sally," Sam said when Larry
asked her what she had said. Sam began to tremble as she felt her lips
drawing closer and closer to her vagina. She feared that if her mouth
reached her throbbing sex before she hung up, she wouldn't be able to
control her responses.

Sally was no longer listening to the conversation. The sexy smell
coming from between Sam's legs was drawing her mouth closer and
closer.

Suddenly, Sam was sorry that she had continued the conversation.
However, now Larry was telling her about something that had happened
today. She tried desperately to control her breathing as she watched
Sally's tongue work toward her dripping hole.

Then, suddenly, Sally pushed the older woman's legs apart and dove
forward.

Sam bit her lip to keep from screaming as her tongue began to lick up
and down her swollen slit.

"Oh... uh... sweetie... I... have to run," Sam stuttered to her
husband. "Yes... yes, I love you too sweetie. See you soon." Quickly,
Sam pushed the end button and reached to put the phone on the end
table. "Ohhhhh Goddddd," she groaned and dropped the phone as Sally's
lips closed around her clit.

"God, I love your bare pussy," Sally whispered as her tongue came out
to lick the smooth and fat outer lips.

"Oh God Sally!" Sam moaned as she felt Sally's tongue begin to move up
and down her outer lips.

"Mmmm!!!" Sally moaned again, louder. She used her hands to push Sam's
legs up, forcing her back in the corner of the sofa. Now, she
practically had Sam doubled over. She buried her mouth in the older
woman's wet and swollen flesh.

Sam reached down and grabbed Sally's head, her fingers running though
her hair. "Oh yes, oh yes," she groaned as the younger woman's tongue
began to slide in and out of her pulsing hole.

Suddenly, Sally was like a mad woman. She began to suck and lick Sam.
Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked her entire pubic mound into
her mouth.

"Oh Goddddd!!!" Sam screamed. She pulled the girl's hair almost
painfully. Within seconds Sam felt a rush of pleasure rippling through
her body. "Yes, yes, yessssss!!!" she moaned, as a strong climax
overtook her.

Sally's mouth was suddenly filled with Sam's sweet sex juice. She
could feel Sam's hole pulsing around her tongue, squeezing it, and
almost sucking it inside. The crotch of her shorts was now sodden with
her own juice.

"Ahhhheeee!!!" Sam screamed as the flesh between her legs throbbed
over and over. Waves of pleasure washed over her.

Sally lost herself in her pleasurable task. The warmth of her lover's
sex lips surrounded her face and she was transported into her own sea
of delight. The tight seam of her shorts rubbed on her clit, bringing
on little climaxes of her own.

Finally, Sam had to push Sally's head from her crotch. She saw the
young girl smiling at her, her face covered in her juice. Sam pulled
her up and brought their lips together. She moaned, as she tasted her
own juice on Sally's tongue.

When the two women parted, Sally stood up and looked down at Sam.
There was a 'cat that ate the canary' smile on her smug face. However,
while she tried to give the impression that she had been in control,
Sam could see that the crotch of her shorts was soaked with her juice.

Sally reached out her hand and pulled Sam to her feet, pulling her
into her arms.

Sam stepped back for a second and stripped of her shirt. Then she
pressed her naked body to the young girl. As they embraced, Sam's
hands found the soft swells of Sally's cloth covered ass cheeks. They
both moaned.

When Sam pulled her lips from Sally's they were breathing hard. "Come
over here," Sam whispered and she led Sally to the end of the sofa.
She pushed the end table out of the way and turned her until she was
facing the arm of the sofa.

"What're you doing?" Sally asked as Sam stood behind her and wrapped
her arms around her waist.

"I'm going to eat you," she whispered into her ear as she pressed her
naked breasts to her back. "I want you to bend over the arm of the
sofa," Sam said as her hands worked up under her top. A second later,
both hands were filled with Sally's soft breast flesh. She bent her
head and kissed her neck, using her tongue to trace little wet circles
on her skin.

Sally was going mad with desire now. Her hips began to press back into
Sam. "Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned as the older woman began to pinch her
nipples.

"I love your nipples," Sam said as she gently pinched the puffy
mounds. Then she squeezed and lifted the large orbs.

Sally leaned her head back until it was on Sam's shoulder. Her mouth
opened as she gasped for breath and she moaned in excitement.

"Bend over," Sam whispered.

With a little groan, Sally leaned forward until her top half was over
the arm of the sofa. The position pushed her rear back and made her go
up on her toes slightly.

Sam pressed on Sally's back and looked down at her buttocks. It was
one of the most exciting views Sam had ever seen. It amazed her that
now the sight of a woman's ass was turning her on. How things had
changed in just a few days.

Sally's face was lying on the seat of the sofa and her buttocks were
pushed up. The tight shorts hugged her cheeks like a second skin.

Sam went to her knees and her hands began to slide up the backs of
Sally's firm thighs. She could feel the strength of the young girl's
legs. The position stretched her muscles, defining the thighs and
showing the impact of years of skiing. Her legs were gorgeous.

The blood was pounding in Sally's temples as she felt Sam caressing
her. Her position made her feel almost helpless, because only her toes
touched the floor and she couldn't use her legs. Her weight was on her
chest, effectively immobilizing her.

Sam pushed her hands under the back of her shorts, caressing her soft
cheeks. Then she lifted her hands, letting the leg bands slip upward,
forcing the tightly stretched material between the cheeks. "Mmmm!!!"
Sam moaned and began to kiss the soft white and flawless flesh of
Sally's gorgeous ass.

"Sammmmm!!!" Sally hissed as she felt the older woman's warm lips on
her cheeks.

A smile crossed Sam's lips and she pulled away. She reached up and
began to slowly pull the tight shorts over the cheeks. She took it
very slow, revealing inch after inch of white flesh. Sam could feel
Sally begin to tremble and her own vagina began to pulse. After having
climaxed only a few minutes ago, she was surprised at how excited she
was becoming. She could feel juice dripping down her legs.

She eased the shorts down her thighs and watched as the crotch was
reluctantly released by her swollen lips. A little moan escaped her
mouth when she saw the strings of clear juice hanging between the
crotch of her shorts and her vagina. When the cheeks were totally
revealed, the slip of material was quickly pulled down Sally's legs
and discarded. Now, Sam sat back, her eyes clouding over with lust as
she stared at the dripping sex between the young girl's legs. The sexy
pink inner lips were swollen and protruded from between the smoother
outer lips. Sam controlled a sudden urge to bury her face between her
legs. Instead, she whispered in a strained voice, "Open yourself for
me."

"Huh?" Sally said.

"Use your hands and open yourself," she ordered.

Suddenly, Sally's hands were trembling as she reached back and grasped
her buttocks. A moan came from her lips when she pulled them apart.
Now she felt incredibly exposed but also incredibly excited. She could
feel the cool air of the room caressing her intimate parts. Her vagina
pulsed and juice trickled from her hole. She trembled in excitement as
she waited. It was almost embarrassing to have the older woman looking
at her rear hole. She felt it pulse with excitement.

Sam stared and her body trembled. Almost as if she were hypnotized,
her head moved slowly forward.

"Jesus, Sammmm!!!" Sally moaned when she felt her lips touch the
burning cheeks of her ass. She struggled to hold the cheeks open as
her hips began to squirm.

Slowly, the older woman kissed one cheek, licking it with her tongue
and then moved to the other. She pulled back and looked at Sally's
dripping vagina. Then her eyes slowly moved upward to stare at the
tiny star of her anus. A chill ran down her spine and she began to
breathe heavily. Can I do it? she thought and hesitated. Then she
thought of the pleasure she felt when Sally had done it to her and her
head moved forward and her tongue came out.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sally screamed as she felt Sam's tongue on her little
hole. She couldn't believe that Sam was actually licking her ass. Now
her hips were squirming all over the arm of the chair. Her fingers
trembled as she tried desperately to hold her ass cheeks open.

Sam moaned deep in her throat as she circled the tiny brown hole with
her tongue. Then, she stiffened her tongue and pushed. The muscles
resisted at first but then she felt Sally relax and the secret little
hole opened like a flower.

"Jesusssss!!!" Sally bellowed when she felt the tongue penetrate her
in a place where no one but her had ever touched. It was a strange but
amazingly exciting feeling. Suddenly, she felt Sam's hands on her
cheeks replacing her own. That was fortunate because she could no
longer hold herself open. She removed her hands, letting Sam's take
their place. The gripped the sofa-cushion tightly with her hands.

Sam's tongue worked deep into Sally's little hole and her saliva ran
down her chin. When she pulled back, she saw the hole remain open for
a second before snapping shut. She pushed her tongue in again. This
time it was easier. Then, her lips circled the hole and she sucked,
pulling the puckered little star into her mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Sally gasped.

Chills were running up and down Sam's spine as she worked on Sally's
ass. A shiver of pleasure ran through her at the thought of the
conservative professor of English sucking a woman's asshole. What
would my friends say if they saw me right now? she thought. But then
all thoughts left her mind as she pulled away and looked at the spread
ass of the trembling girl. Then, she took a trembling finger into her
mouth and made it wet with her saliva. She then placed the tip on the
little rose. With gradual pressure, she pushed forward.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sally gasped, as she felt Sam's finger
slipping into her.

Sam watched as Sally's hole took her finger inside. It felt like the
hole was resisting and pulling at the same time. She continued to
press forward until it could go no further. Then she pulled it back
out, watching the tight hole resist again. She forced it back in
again. She couldn't believe how warm and tight her anal walls felt on
her finger. Slowly she began to move her finger in and out until she
had established a steady rhythm.

Now Sally was grunting in excitement as she climbed rapidly toward a
climax. Her head was spinning wildly and she gasped for breath.

As Sam continued to pump in and out, she moved her head down until her
tongue could touch her swollen sex lips. She pressed her tongue gently
through the opening and into her.

Sally couldn't take anymore. She screamed loudly as a climax rushed
through her. Her toes left the floor and her face pressed into the
sofa as she gasped for breath. She felt like she might pass out again
as her body convulsed in pleasure. Each time she thought that her
climax was going to end, Sam would lick her or twist her finger deep
inside her ass and that would start the convulsions all over again. On
and on it went, as a corresponding pulse of pleasure in her ass
followed the pulsing in her vagina.

Sam felt her own vagina trembling. She reached between her legs with
her free hand and pushed a finger inside. Instantly, she screamed into
Sally's wet flesh as a climax rushed through her as well.

Chapter 10

Later that afternoon, as they ate a late lunch, Sam told Sally that
when her husband called earlier he said that he had called a friend at
the roads commission. He had arranged for a truck with a snow thrower
to dig them out tomorrow.

It was obvious from Sally's reaction that she wasn't delighted with
the news. In fact, Sam was not overly delighted by the news either.
However, she also knew that she had to get back home. While the last
several days had probably been the most exciting time Sam had ever
had, it had brought a great deal of distress.

For the first time in her life, Sam was second-guessing her career
goals and, more importantly, her life. What was happening between her
and Sally made her wonder if she was a lesbian. She had feelings like
she had never felt before. Yet, there was no question that she loved
Larry. They had a warm and comfortable relationship--maybe too
comfortable. Still, the thought of giving up Sally was almost more
than she could take. When she thought of her, she could feel a fire
burning in her heart and it would flutter like a high school girl on
her first date. But it was more than that. The young woman had
definitely gotten under her skin. It had hit her like a 'ton of
bricks' that she was in love with her. Just a few short days ago, no
one could have convinced her that she could ever have those kinds of
feelings for another woman. However, the most distressing part was
that she knew that their relationship couldn't continue.

The last few days were also momentous for Sally. She confirmed what
she already knew deep inside--she loved women. More specifically she
loved one woman--Sam. Every time she looked at Sam, her heart would
flutter as well. However, she also knew that the relationship was very
tenuous. After all, Sam was married and had a career. She was a
respected professor at a prestigious college. It was impossible for
Sally to see how she could fit into her life. Still, she prayed that
somehow it would work out. The alternative was almost too painful to
think about.

The two women sat silently at the table, deep in thought, long after
they had eaten.

"Well, I guess we had better dig the car out," Sam finally said
breaking the silence in the quiet room.

"Do we have to?" Sally asked with a sad smile. There were tears in her
eyes.

When Sam saw it, she felt as if her heart was going to break. She slid
her chair back and opened her arms to her.

Sally got up and sat on the older woman's lap, resting her face on her
shoulder. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Sam didn't speak because didn't know what to say. Instead she held
her, letting her sob on her shoulder. She fought desperately to
control her own tears.

Finally she spoke. "Sweetie, we had better get moving or it's going to
get dark."

"I know," Sally said, as she wiped her cheeks, trying to smile through
her tears.

Sam handed her a napkin to wipe her red nose.

They put on their snowsuits and reluctantly went outside. It took them
almost two hours to dig the SUV out of the snowdrifts. Now all they
needed was the snow truck. It was dark when they went back into the
cabin.

"I guess we'll skip dinner tonight," Sam said.

"Yea, I'm not hungry. But, I would like to fix you a special dessert
later."

Sam looked at Sally curiously. She knew that they didn't have anything
in the house that even closely resembled a dessert. Still, she figured
that maybe she had something in the pantry. "Okay, I need to get a
shower."

"All right, I'll get one after you."

Sam took her shower, shaving her legs and pubic mound. When she was
out of the shower drying herself, she looked at her bare crotch and
smiled. She loved the way it looked and it amazed her how sensitive
the entire pubic area was now. Just the slightest touch of a towel
sent a chill through her. Now, she doubted that she would be able to
wear panties again.

She put on the flannel shirt again. When she came out of the bathroom,
Sally was waiting to take her shower.

"Don't go upstairs yet," she told Sam and smiled.

"All right," Sam said with a questioning look. "I thought we were
having dessert?"

"We are," Sally said mysteriously and hurried into the bathroom and
closed the door.

Sam shook her head and smiled.

A short while later, Sally came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a
silk kimono that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Just below the
kimono she had on a pair of thigh high, black nylons. The contrast of
her bare white skin above the elastic and the dark nylons was very
sexy.

Sam felt her heart flutter as she watched Sally walk toward her.
Suddenly, she had a pretty good idea of what "dessert" meant.

"Don't go upstairs yet," Sally said, "I'll call you." Then, she walked
away, swaying her sexy backside. She glanced over her shoulder at Sam
and caught her watching her. Then she giggled and hurried up the
stairs.

Sam waited nervously on the sofa. She felt like a teenager waiting for
her first date. It seemed that she waited a long time. About ten
minutes later Sally called down to Sam.

Trying to act calm, Sam took her time in walking over to the steps.
However, her knees were almost shaking as she ascended the steps. When
she was high enough, she could see that there were candles lit and
sitting on the floor in a circle. She saw Sally standing near the bed
waiting for her.

"Oh my," Sam exclaimed when she saw that Sally had placed a sheet on
the floor and circled it with the fragrant candles. There was soft
music playing on the radio.

Sally held her arms open to Sam and whispered shyly, "Dance with me."

A smile crossed Sam's face as she hurried over to the younger woman. 

"Wait," Sally said and slowly unlashed the belt on her kimono and let
it slide down her shoulders.

This time Sam gasped. Sally had on a black corset that hugged her
waist and supported her large breasts. Most of her chest was bare. The
corset lifted and presented her breasts to Sam's admiring eyes. It
also left her crotch and ass bare.

Suddenly the two women were in each other's arms, moving slowly to the
soft music. While their bodies moved slowly, Sam's heart was beating
rapidly in her chest as she felt Sally's soft breasts pressing to her.
Within a second, their lips were pressed together in a passionate
kiss.

"Mmmm," Sally moaned as Sam's tongue pushed into her willing mouth.
When she felt Sam's hands touch her bare ass cheeks, she reluctantly
pulled away. "It's time for dessert," she whispered.

"What dessert?"

"You!" Sally said as she began to unbutton the flannel shirt. She
slowly pushed it from her shoulders, watching her beautiful body come
into view. Her eyes smoldered with lust as she gazed at her friends
heaving chest. She could see Sam's body begin to tremble. She let the
shirt drop to the floor and then she led Sam over to the center of the
sheet on the floor and pressed on her shoulders.

Sam let Sally push her to the floor until she was lying on her back
looking up at the sexily dressed girl. From her angle she could see
her breasts swaying above her. They appeared even larger from that
position. The sexy corset cinched in her waist, emphasizing her
curves. The thigh high nylons shimmered in the light of the candles
and the black material of the corset contrasted beautifully with her
white skin. When she looked between her legs, she could see that Sally
was already wet. Sam trembled in excitement and began to squirm on the
sheet as she waited.

Hidden beside the bed was a bottle of Hershey Chocolate syrup in a pan
of warm water.

Sally picked it up for Sam to see. "I've had a craving for chocolate
the last couple of days," she said with a lustful smile. Then she
knelt next to Sam and bent over her to kiss her lips gently. When she
pulled away, she turned the bottle up and squirted a little bit of
chocolate on her finger. She used her finger to rub the chocolate onto
Sam's lips. "Don't lick it off," she whispered. Then she moved to her
breasts, holding the bottle over her nipple and squirting a circle of
the sticky brown syrup around the areola and then onto the tip. Next,
she moved to the other breast and did the same thing.

"Ohhhh!!!" Sam moaned as she felt the warm syrup on her now hard and
sensitive nipples.

Then, Sally placed the tip of the bottle between her breasts and
slowly squirted a line of the brown sauce between the mounds and down
her stomach until she reached her navel. A little extra squirt there
and she moved lower.

Sam felt chills run up and down her spine as the warm syrup moved in a
direct line toward her vagina. However, just when she thought she was
going to squirt it on her lips, she changed direction and trickled a
line to the side of one fat outer lip. Quickly she made another line
on the other side, creating an upside down "Y" with her split in the
middle, untouched as yet by the chocolate.

Sam continued to squirm on the floor as she felt the sticky syrup
cover her body. The chocolate on her breasts and stomach was rapidly
cooling. But it still felt incredibly exciting. She could barely wait
for what she knew was going to happen next.

Sally smiled at her creation before she placed the tip of the bottle
at the top of her lover's freshly shaved pubic mound.

"Oh God Salllllyyyy," Sam moaned as she squirted a line of syrup down
the split of her vagina. Then she placed the tip of the bottle just
inside her lips and squeezed. "Oh Jesus," Sam exclaimed as she felt
the warm chocolate enter her. She opened her legs wider and lifted her
hips.

"Now for my dessert," Sally said and she crawled over Sam until she
was looking down at her on hands and knees. Then, she slowly leaned
down until her lips were almost touching Sam's. Her tongue came out
and she gently licked the chocolate from her lips before she pushed
her tongue into the older woman's mouth and shared the sweet syrup.

"Mmmm," Sam moaned deep in her throat.

A second later, Sam lifted up as Sally bent to her breast. She sucked
first one covered nipple and then the other.

"Ohhhh!!!" Sam cried as her mouth sucked the chocolate from the
nipples.

When Sally's mouth left the second breast, both nipples were clean.
Now her tongue began to trace the line of chocolate down her body.

Sam's body quivered as Sally tickled her chest and stomach with her
tongue, stopping to suck the chocolate from her navel.

Next, Sally moved until she was kneeling between Sam's thighs. She
continued licking, following one arm of the "Y" until she was sucking
the syrup from the side of her chocolate covered sex lips.

Now, Sam going mad with need. "Jesus Sally, please," she pleaded,
reaching up to try to grab her head.

Sally pushed her hands away gently and continued to lick. When both
creases were cleaned of all the chocolate, she moved until her lips
hovered over Sam's swollen sex. She stared at the chocolate covered
lips. She could see that Sam's juice was mixing with the chocolate and
it was beginning to run from the pulsing hole. Her mouth watered.

"Ahhhhheeee!!!" Sam screamed as Sally dropped her mouth to her sweet
hole.

The combination taste of the thick syrup and Sam's juice excited her
beyond belief. She pushed her legs wide and forced her tongue deep
into the warm hole. Then, she opened her mouth, covered the hole and
sucked.

Sam began to gasp for breath. Her hands found Sally's head and pulled
her face into her throbbing hole. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, eat
meeeeee!!!" she screamed as a strong climax began to take control. Her
hips lifted up and her hands pulled the head tightly to her climaxing
sex. The chills of excitement went on and on until she feared that she
would expire. Her thighs lifted and she captured the young girls,
pulling her even tighter to her climaxing vagina.

Finally, her hips fell back to the floor and Sally's mouth followed.
However, when she tried to push her head away, she resisted and pushed
her legs upward until her thighs touched her breasts. Sally's now
trembling hand grabbed the bottle of syrup. She turned it up and
poured chocolate all over her sex lips again, covering ever inch of
her swollen pubic mount. Then her mouth went wild. A moan of pleasure
left her lips as she sucked and licked with frenzy.

"Sally, no," Sam almost screamed in exhaustion. However, almost
immediately excitement began to course through her again. She felt
almost helpless to stop her as Sally's mouth brought her to a sexual
peak time and again. She could no longer tell one climax from another.
They blended into one long explosion in her brain.

It was a long time before Sam could think straight again. When she
could, she realized that Sally was lying next to her, gently kissing
her lips.

"I loved my dessert," Sally whispered. "Was it good for you?"

"Hmmm," Sam moaned. She could still feel her body tingling all over.
"God, I didn't know that I could climax for that long," she whispered.
Finally, when she found some strength, she turned to Sally and
whispered, "Let me take care of you."

"Okay. But just lay there. I'll do the work."

Sam looked at her curiously. Then she watched as she stood up. A smile
came to her face when she saw the younger woman straddle her head. She
watched as she slowly squatted over her face and brought her swollen
and dripping sex lips closer and closer.

A groan escaped both women as Sally's swollen sex reached Sam's lips.
Slowly she increased the pressure until her lips separated and covered
the prone woman's mouth, nose and chin.

"Oh yes," Sally moaned when she felt Sam push her tongue into her
throbbing hole.

It only took a minute before Sally was shivering and bouncing her hips
on the older woman's face. Suddenly, she shuddered and pressed down
hard, practically smothering Sam. She almost lost her balance as her
body convulsed in pleasure. Juice poured out of her vagina like a
river, deluging the older woman's face and filling her mouth.

Sam sucked and swallowed as rapidly as she could. At one point she was
afraid that she might drown. However, she managed to get most of the
sticky juice down her throat.

When Sally's trembling stopped, she started to lift up. Then she felt
Sam's hands on her thighs pulling her back. She moaned and sat her
vagina heavily onto her face again. Immediately she felt Sam sucking
her again.

Sam pulled on her thighs in order to keep her sex lips on her mouth.
She wanted to bring her off again.

Sally groaned and allowed Sam to continue to suck her. It took a few
minutes but eventually, she felt excitement coursing through her
again. As her excitement grew, she removed Sam's hands from her
thighs. She held them over her head and rubbed her swollen lips all
over her face, smearing her juice from forehead to chin.

Sam moaned as Sally used her face like a sex object. She reveled in
the feeling of her juice spreading across her face. Soon, she felt the
teenager begin to tense as she neared a climax. Sam opened her mouth
and sucked her sex lips inside and began to chew gently.

"Oh Jesus, Sammmmmmm," Sally screamed as the floodgates opened again.
She bucked on Sam's face as her body trembled in pleasure. Eventually
her strength left her and she collapsed by Sam's side.

A few minutes later, the two of them were asleep on the floor. 

Sometime later that night, Sam got up and took a quick shower to get
the remains of the stick syrup from her body. When she came back up,
she gently awoke Sally and they crawled into bed together.

Chapter 11

A thumping sound awoke Sam with a start. When she opened her eyes, she
saw that Sally wasn't in bed. Then she heard the sound again. She
looked above her head and saw something hit the window. When she got
up and looked outside, a smile came to her face. She saw Sally
standing outside in the snow, throwing snowballs at the window.

Sally waved and pointed at the "snowwoman" that the two of them had
started yesterday.

Another smile came to Sam's face when she saw that Sally had finished
the "snowwoman." She had placed one of her hats on the head and a
scarf around the neck. Also, she had cut an orange in half and used it
for the nipples on the snow mounds. They looked surprisingly like
Sally's breasts. In big letters, she had written in the snow "I LOVE
YOU!"

Sam felt her heart swell. However, when Sam looked closer at the
"snowwoman's" face, she saw that Sally had placed something on the
face representing tears running down the cheeks. She felt a pain in
her heart as tears came to her own eyes. Then, she moved closer to the
windowpane and blew her breath on the cold glass, creating a fog. She
used her finger to write something.

Sally watched as Sam spelled something on the window. She moved closer
to the house and looked up. Suddenly, she felt her heart skip a beat.
Sam had written, "I Love You Too!"

With a squeal of joy, Sally ran for the door. She threw off her
clothes as she rushed toward the stairs.

Sam was almost bowled over as Sally pushed her toward the bed. A
second later they were kissing. The passion in her kisses almost took
Sam's breath away. Without a lot of foreplay, the two women slipped
into a sixty-nine position.

Neither of them had ever done this before. However, it came naturally
and was a comfortable extension of their relationship.

Sam matched Sally, suck for suck. Within a few minutes, they were both
close to climaxing. Sam went over the top first and began to convulse
in pleasure. That brought on Sally's climax. Both women worked hard to
continue to pleasure the other as their climaxes took their
concentration away. Somehow they accomplished the shared goal of
pleasing each other before collapsing.

Suddenly, a loud noise from outside forced them to pull their faces
from between each other's legs. They realized that the truck with the
snow thrower was coming up their road.

"I guess we had better get dressed," Sam said.

Sally silently turned away. 

Sam heard her crying quietly. 

"Sally..." Sam said as she touched the younger woman's shoulder. She
hesitated when she couldn't find words. "You... know that this... this
can't continue. We agreed on that."

"You agreed on that!" Sally whispered through her quiet sobs.

"I just can't risk my reputation. It's not just me that I have to
think about. It's about my husband and our families. What about your
family and friends?" Sam pulled Sally until she was in her arms. She
turned her tear-streaked face up and said, "I do love you but we have
more than ourselves to think about." She gently kissed her lips.

Sally loved the "I do love you," part but wasn't consoled by the rest.
However, she also knew that what Sam was saying was true and knew that
life wasn't fair. Still, she had hoped that somehow it would work out.
"You won't forget me will you?" she sobbed.

"Of course not! I could never forget you or the past few days," Sam
said as tears began to stream from her eyes. "It was the most
incredible time of my life." Their lips came together one final time.
"We have to get going."

The three-hour ride home was silent. There were things that they
wanted to say but both feared bringing on the emotions again. When
they stopped outside Sally's house, it had begun to rain. The mood
inside the car matched the dreary day outside.

They sat silently for a long time. Finally, Sally turned to Sam and
whispered, "Can I have one more kiss?"

Sam sighed and looked around. She figured that the pouring rain would
make it impossible to see anyone inside the car. "Yes," Sam answered.

Sally leaned over and touched Sam's lips with her own. Their mouths
opened and they shared their tongues. Almost immediately, the car was
filled with passionate moans.

With tremendous will power, Sam pushed Sally away. She looked into the
younger woman's tear filled eyes.

"I love you," Sally whispered and then, before Sam could answer Sally
jumped out of the car and ran up the steps.

Sam started the car and drove away with a pain in her heart. What a
mess I've created, she thought.

When she arrived home, she kissed Larry hello and went to her room to
unpack. The first thing that she noticed when she opened her small
case was that there was a pair of yellow panties in with her clothes.
She picked them up and realized that they were not hers. Suddenly, her
hand began to tremble. She raised them to her nose and a moan escaped
her lips. It was definitely Sally's smell. Like a teenager, she rushed
to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. With the panties held to her
face and her hand between her legs, she climaxed.

Incredibly, when Sam went to bed that night, she placed the panties
secretly under her pillow where she could feel them.

However, it was a sleepless night for Sam. Every time she closed her
eyes she could see Sally and feel her body. She must have looked at
the clock a thousand times until she finally gave up and got out of
bed. It was five a.m.

Sam busied herself preparing for her coming classes. However, it was
exceedingly difficult to maintain her concentration. Sally was on her
mind constantly.

When she left for school that morning, it was a typically cold and
dreary day. But, after spending time skiing and snowmobiling, it was a
lot easier for her to see how people tolerated the cold weather.
However, she knew that being at the cabin with Sally substantially
influenced her opinion.

As Sam walked into the classroom, the first thing she noticed was that
Sally's chair was empty. She looked at the clock and saw that there
was still a few minutes left before class started. Still, Sally was
always early to class. As the clock ticked by and class started, she
became increasingly concerned. By the final bell, she was a nervous
wreck.

As soon as the room was clear, she grabbed her phone and dialed
Sally's number. The phone rang four times before Sally's voice came on
the line saying she was unavailable and to leave a message.

"Sally, it's Sam. If you're there, please pick up." Sam waited for a
minute and then said, "Please call me on my cell phone." When she hung
up, she dialed Sally's cell phone but got the same message. Again, she
asked Sally to call her. Finally, she reluctantly called her parents'
number.

Sam was somewhat relieved when Sally's Mom said that she had gone to
the administration office for some reason that morning. She said that
she would give Sally the message to call her.

Sally sat on the chair in the administration office staring at the
"Drop Class" form. It was all filled out and only needed her
signature. She had pressed the pen to the paper over and over but
couldn't bring herself to sign. Still, the alternative was to sit in
Sam's class day after day knowing that she could never be with her
again. That was almost too much to bear. Finally, she stood up and put
the form in her book bag. I'll drop it off tomorrow, she told herself.

As she walked across campus, she dialed in to get her messages. When
she heard Sam's voice, her knees suddenly became weak. With shaking
fingers she tried to dial Sam's number. It took three attempts before
she got it right.

"Hello," Sam said. She was rushing to a meeting and hadn't looked at
who was calling.

"Sam, it's Sally."

"Oh God Sally, I was so worried about you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered in a non-committal tone.

"Listen, I have a meeting this afternoon. Can you meet me at PJ's Pub
at six?"

Suddenly Sally's heart was thumping in her chest. She controlled her
voice and said, "Well, I had another appointment but I guess I could
change it." Inside her mind was screaming "Yes!"

"Good, I'll see you there at six."

The rest of the afternoon seemed like it was never going to end for
both women. Sam even arrived at the pub a half-hour early and by the
time she saw Sally walking in the door, she had consumed two mixed
drinks and was working on a third. However, even after struggling all
afternoon, she still didn't know what she was going to say.

"Hi!" Sally said quietly as she slid into the booth across from Sam.

"Hi!" Sam answered. Her heart fluttered when she saw the pretty girl's
face. She had on a pretty blue skirt and white blouse and her hair was
pulled back in a ponytail. It had only been one day but it seemed like
it was so long ago when she had last seen her. As much as she didn't
want to admit it, she had it bad for the young girl.

"Would you like something to eat?" Sam asked.

"No thank you."

"I couldn't eat either," Sam said with a knowing smile. "Here," she
said and pushed her mixed drink over to the underage girl. "It's okay
this once," she said when she saw Sally hesitate.

Sally smiled as she took a drink. 

"Sally, I've been going crazy the last twenty four hours. I've been
missing you, worried about you and angry with you all at the same
time. The truth is that I still don't know what to say to you. I don't
want to leave it the way... well, the way we separated yesterday. And,
when I didn't see you in class, I panicked."

"I went in to drop your class," Sally said.

"Oh no Sally! Please don't! I'm so sorry. I've created a mess," Sam
said as tears began to fall again. She reached over and grabbed
Sally's hand. "Please don't drop the class because of me."

"I... I just can't bear to be in your class and not be able to... to,"
Sally's voice dropped off as she looked down at her drink.

" I can't bear to be teaching the class without you in it," Sam said
and hesitated. Then she added, "I meant what I wrote on the window
yesterday."

Sally's head came up and she looked at the older woman. Suddenly, her
heart was beating fast again. "You did?"

"Yes. I hardly slept last night. I don't know where this is going but
I know that I can't leave it like this," Sam said and squeezed Sally's
hand.

Sally suddenly wanted to jump across the table and kiss Sam. However,
she just smiled and squeezed her hand back.

"Would you like another drink?" the waitress said.

Sam quickly pulled her hand away from the younger woman. "Uh... no,
just our check please." Then, when the waitress was out of hearing
range, Sam looked around the room as if someone could overhear her and
whispered, "Is there... there someplace we can go that's more
private?"

A broad smile crossed Sally's face. "There's the old Benson farm
overlook," Sally said referring to a lover's lane outside of town.
"There won't be anybody up there this time of year."

"All right," Sam said as the waitress came back with her bill. Sam
couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she counted out the money and
left it on the table. Then she followed Sally to her car. "Leave your
car here. We can come back for it later," Sam said.

A few minutes later, Sam turned off the main road and drove the car
down a deserted and unpaved road. A mile further they reached an open
area on the edge of an overlook to a man-made lake. As Sally had
predicted, theirs was the only car there.

Sam stopped the car but left the engine running for heat. Suddenly,
the car was silent, with only the two beating hearts. Their eyes met
and as if there were two strong magnets pulling them, the two women
lips moved together. The windows of the car began to steam up.
Incredibly, it felt like it had been months to Sam since she tasted
and felt Sally's sweet lips. Like some horny teenager, Sam's hand
reached up and cupped Sally's covered breast.

As the kiss continued, Sam's fingers stumbled to open the front of the
young girl's blouse. A moan escaped her lips when she felt Sally's
naked breast in her hand. Her fingers squeezed the soft nipple,
sending shock waves directly between her legs. Then, she moved her
hand down to Sally's warm thigh.

"Let's get into the back seat," Sally said breathlessly.

Sam looked around at the deserted woods, biting her lip in indecision.
Finally, she began to strip her coat off.

Sally smiled and did the same. They both hurried out of the front seat
and climbed into the back. When Sam tried to pull Sally into an
embrace, Sally stopped her and pushed her back into the corner. Then
she slowly finished unbuttoning her own blouse and pulled it off,
leaving her naked from the waist up.

As always, Sally's breasts mesmerized Sam. She watched them swing back
and forth, almost as if in slow motion. Although it was slightly
chilly in the car, the nipples maintained their puffiness.

Sally pushed her chest out with pride. She was no longer embarrassed
by their size or that they were different. The lust in Sam's eyes was
all she needed. Slowly, she moved over and got onto her knees
straddling the older woman. With a smile, she lifted one heavy breast
and brought it to Sam's lips.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it," she whispered as she fed her
puffy nipple into her mouth.

"Uh huhhhh!" Sam moaned around the soft flesh. 

"Oh yes, suck my tit," Sally moaned as she grabbed her head and pulled
her mouth tighter. Suddenly, she could feel her juice running down her
legs.

Sam's hands reached out and grasped Sally's buttocks. Then they slid
down and under her skirt. A moan escaped her lips when she felt her
warm thighs. Slowly she moved her hands up. "Oh God," she whispered
when she realized that Sally didn't have panties on. She felt juice on
her fingers as they tickled the already swollen lips.

Sally pulled her breast reluctantly from Sam's mouth. She leaned down
and whispered, "I want to eat your pussy."

"Ohhhh!!!" Sam moaned.

Sally pushed her back and slid to her knees on the floor. "Lift up,"
she said as she pushed her dress up her thighs. A second later, it was
around her waist. "Oh my! I guess I'm not the only one that forgot her
panties," Sally said and a little gasp escaped her lips when she saw
her shaved pubic mound. The inner lips were already swollen and
protruding. Even in the dim light of the car, she could see the
sparkle of her juice. An animal moan escaped her throat as her mouth
covered Sam's vagina.

"Oh Jesus Sally," Sam screamed as the younger woman began to suck her.
In that instant, Sam realized that she could never give Sally up. Her
legs wrapped around the young girl's head and her hips bucked into her
face.

Sally was an expert at oral sex now and quickly found all the right
places. She licked and sucked the older woman until her body collapsed
in satisfied exhaustion.

As soon as Sam caught her breath, she pushed the young girl back. 

"You don't have to do me," she said. "I came while I was eating you."

"Too bad," Sam smiled. A second later her fingers were playing with
Sally's swollen sex lips. "I guess you expected this," she said with a
smile at the fact that she had left her panties off.

"You know that I never wear panties around you. Besides, I seemed to
have lost a pair of my panties."

Sam's face turned red when she remembered what she had done with the
young girl's panties. However Sally never saw her embarrassment as her
head dropped quickly between her thighs.

"Ohhhhh Sammmmm!!!" Sally screamed. It took only a few seconds for
Sally to begin to tremble in climax. She locked her thighs around
Sam's head, almost drowning her with her juice as a tremendous climax
overtook her.

Sam stopped her car on the dark parking lot of the pub. She turned the
engine off and turned to her lover. Then, she reached her hand out and
brushed a lock of hair from her pretty face. She touched her warm
cheek with her hand. "This is so crazy, but I love you," she stated.

Sally took Sam's hand and kissed the palm. "Oh God, I love you too. So
much it hurts." Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Is this it
then?" she asked dreading the answer.

Sam didn't answer right away. She stared at Sally with a serious look.
"Larry and I have a time-share down in the Florida Keys. I was
thinking of going down there sometime during Christmas break to go
sailing. Do you think you think you could sneak away and join me?" A
smile came to her lips.

Sally looked at Sam like she didn't comprehend what she had said. Then
her eyes grew wide. "Oh my God! Are you serious?" she screamed.

"Yes!"

"What about your husband, your family, your reputation?"

"We'll just have to be very careful."

"Thank you!" Sally said and almost fell into the older woman's arms.

"Uh... Sally, not out here," Sam said looking around the dark parking
lot.

"Oh sorry," she said and pulled away. "But how can I possibly wait
that long to be with you?" Sally asked with concern.

"Well, we do have to work on our essay, 'Lesbianism in Modern
Literature,'" Sam answered with a wide smile. "And, if we are going to
write about something like that, we will have to do a lot of research.
Won't we?"

Sally wanted to squeal with joy. Instead she said, "Of course. What
kind of a piece of work would it be without in-depth research? At
least that's what a great English professor once told me."

"I'll see you tomorrow in class," Sam said.

Sally got out of the car and turned back and looked inside. "I love
you," she mouthed before she turned and ran to her car.

Sam sighed and started the car. She knew that she should feel guilty
about what she was doing but somehow she just didn't. And, although
she knew this was incredibly dangerous, for the first time in her life
she felt free and madly in love.

The End 
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.


continue...

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