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Higher Education Ch. 02
by rgjohn (C) Chapter 1

The early morning sunlight coming into the room brought me gradually
out of a sensual dream. I was getting a sweet blowjob. I forced my
eyes open and saw that it wasn't a dream. Abigail was on her knees
between my legs, sucking me. A sigh came to my lips and I reached down
to caress her soft hair.

She looked up and I saw her eyes smiling back at me. Her lips were too
stuffed to smile. Slowly, her eyes closed and she continued to suck.
She did love to "suck cock" as she said. I laid my head back on the
pillow and was enjoying her skill when the bedroom door suddenly
opened. My eyes flew open and I jumped when I saw Maria come into the
room carrying a tray with toast and coffee. I could feel my face turn
red with embarrassment as she walked beside the bed and set the tray
down on the night table. Then I saw her smile at me. Abigail ignored
her and, if she minded, she gave no indication.

Suddenly, the specter of having someone watch made me tremble with
excitement.

Maria took her time arranging the food and coffee on the tray. I could
see her eyes scanning up and down my body as she watched her boss suck
me.

I reached down and grasped Abigail's head, moving it up and down on my
now pulsing shaft. Her eyes opened again and she looked up. I knew
that she could see Maria watching us. However, instead of stopping she
moaned and moved her head faster. My hips lifted from the bed and I
groaned as the head of my penis pulsed with excitement. I knew that I
couldn't take much more. When Abigail began to move her hand on my
shaft, I groaned quietly and reached my peak. The swollen head of my
penis expanded and began to spit my thick juice into her mouth.
Abigail moaned and swallowed repeatedly as she sucked my balls dry.

Before my penis went soft, Maria scurried out of the room and closed
the door. I reached down and pulled Abigail up until she was lying in
my arms. Our lips met in a tender morning kiss.

The sun was only just above the horizon when I gently pulled my arm
from around Abigail's sleeping head. I went into the bathroom and
found a bath towel and wrapped it around my waist. I needed to find my
clothes and get out of there. I didn't know if Abigail cared but I
preferred not to be seen leaving her house after staying all night. I
wasn't sure of her status or power at the time but I didn't want to
get both of us fired for having sex, especially me.

I grabbed a piece of toast and a cup of coffee and walked barefooted
down the long staircase and into the study. However, I didn't see my
clothes. I went back into the foyer and down the hall, looking for the
laundry room, figuring that Maria might have thrown my clothes in
there. I went through the large modern kitchen and opened a door that
I thought was the laundry room. I was in luck. Apparently Maria had
ironed and folded my clothes and left them on a table. My shoes were
lying next to my shirt and pants. I stuffed the piece of toast into my
mouth, dropped my towel, and grabbed my pants. Just as I bent over to
slip them on I heard something behind me. I turned around and saw
Maria standing in the doorway. I was naked with one foot in my pants
as I stood staring at the pretty woman.

"Very nice butt for an Anglo," Maria said in Spanish.

What she didn't know was that I spoke fluent Spanish. It was a
critical part of my job in the Army. Like in the US, there are
numerous dialects of the same language in South America. From the few
words I had heard Maria say, I surmised that she was from a northern
province of Colombia. In fact, I knew most of the varieties from that
part of the world because I had spent several years working there to
stop the drug trade

I pulled the piece of toast from my mouth and responded, also in
Spanish, using a dialect that she was familiar with. "You're not so
bad yourself."

The shock was evident on her face. She spoke again in Spanish, saying,
"So you think you're pretty smart huh?"

I looked her up and down before I responded. She was wearing a pair of
skintight white slacks and a black, low cut top. Her casual attire
indicated that she was obviously off work now. My eyes came to rest on
her substantial cleavage. I hadn't noticed when she had on her maid's
outfit, but her breasts were huge for a tiny woman. She could not have
been over five-foot two in her stocking feet. Her hair was dark brown
and her eyes were even darker brown. When our eyes met, I thought that
I could see the famous Hispanic passion glowing in her eyes. I said in
Spanish, "No, I'm not that smart, but I know a beautiful and
passionate woman when I see one." I was amazed at what one night of
passion did for my confidence. I was almost cocky.

A look of disbelief came to her face. She sized me up to see if I was
serious before she decided to answer. "Thank you!" she said in
English.

"You're welcome and I meant it." 

"Maybe you had better get your pants on," she said with a smile as she
looked down at my still naked body.

My face turned red when I realized that I had forgotten that I was
exposed. I sheepishly pulled my Dockers up and reached for my shirt.

"I'm sorry but I did not find any underwear when I picked up your
clothes."

"I didn't wear any," I said and blushed again. 

"I guess that's quicker when you're servicing women." 

I detected a hint of disdain in her voice. I guess she figured I was
just a gigolo, looking to get ahead by servicing the boss. "Listen,
this isn't what you think," I said, not entirely sure that it wasn't
what she thought.

"You don't have to explain anything to me," she said and then added
sarcastically, "I'm just the maid."

"Come on Maria, don't be like that. Don't put yourself and me down.
Besides, you don't even know me."

"I'm not sure I want to know you." She leaned against the doorframe
and crossed her arms over her large breasts... maybe because I kept
staring at them.

"Why not? I think that I'm a pretty sensitive and caring guy, besides
being a gentleman."

She looked at me incredulously and her eyebrows rose.

"It's true."

"If you say so."

"I tell you what, why don't you let me buy you dinner tonight and I'll
prove it to you?" I could tell that her first thought was to tell me
to drop dead. However, I smiled at her and said, "Please."

She didn't answer right away. Finally she said, "All right gringo, but
I chose the restaurant."

"Fair enough," I said and smiled as I buttoned my shirt. "I don't have
a car so I'll pick you up in a cab about seven. Can we meet down on
Tyson and Monroe? I... uh... I... well I'd rather not have Abi... Dean
VanBuren see us."

"Yea, that would probably be a good idea. I work for her too."

Then I thought for a minute. I was embarrassed but I had to add, "The
restaurant won't be too pricey will it? I don't have a lot of money.
I'm a poor teacher you know."

"No, but it's not Taco Bell either."

"Good on both counts," I said and laughed. She laughed too, her pretty
teeth shinning. I liked Maria. I thought that we somehow connected,
even if she didn't. Maybe it was because I had spent so much time in
her area of the world. Whatever the reason, I felt an immediate
kinship to her.

I left the house whistling like I had when I arrived last night.
Things were looking up I thought, ignoring the obviously dangerous
path I was now on.

I was apprehensive as I rode in the taxi toward my meeting with Maria.
I was pretty sure that she wouldn't show up. Why should she? She
didn't know anything about me. Sometimes I do dumb things and this
might have been one of them.

When the taxi arrived at Monroe and Tyson, there was no Maria. I was
about to tell the driver to take me home when I saw her hurrying down
the street. I smiled to myself as I watched her rush to the taxi, her
breasts bouncing freely. She was wearing a tight white sweater with
short sleeves and a v-neck that showed off her ample cleavage, black
stretch pants, and high heels. I loved the way Hispanic women dressed.
They weren't afraid to show their bodies, although some of them
probably should have been.

As she bent over to get into the cab, her large breasts giggled,
confirming that she didn't have a bra on. "Hi," I said and added in
Spanish, "I didn't think you would show." I said it in Spanish because
I preferred not to let the taxi driver know my personal business. I
was pretty sure he was Arab.

"I almost didn't," she responded, also in Spanish.

"I'm glad you did. You look beautiful."

She blushed and said "Thank you."

"Where too?"

"Estavar's on Twenty-second Street," she said, more to the driver than
to me.

We made small talk while we drove to the restaurant. I found out that
she was the oldest of eight children and that all of her family still
lived in Colombia. She had worked in this country for four years and
sent money home to her family every month. I could see sadness in her
eyes as she spoke of her family. I changed the subject, not wanting to
start the evening on a sad note.

"So, how is Dean VanBuren to work for?"

"She is wonderful, if not a little... how you say... 'extentrick'?"

"Eccentric. I can see that. She seems like she can be very demanding
though."

"Si... but she has been good to me."

"She was pretty good to me last night too," I said before I thought. I
looked at Maria and she didn't seem to take offense at that.

"Ms. VanBuren is... is a highly sexual lady for sure. However, it
seems that most American's that I meet are hung up about sex. Ms.
VanBuren isn't." She laughed and her face lit up.

So did mine. I liked this lady.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Maria waited for me to open the
door of the taxi. You don't see that much in America anymore. She was
going to force me to be a gentleman. I paid the cab driver and we went
into the restaurant. It was a small restaurant that appeared to cater
to the Hispanic trade. As soon as I walked in, I realized that I might
have been the only Anglo in the place. That was fine with me, I was
used to being around this crowd.

The host greeted Maria like family and they hugged. Maria introduced
me and I said a few words in Spanish. Then we were led to a nice table
in the corner. When the waiter came over, Maria greeted him like a
long lost brother.

"Paulo, this is my new friend Jim Adams." 

I liked her use of the word friend "new friend." "Pleased to meet
you," I said and shook his hand. I don't ever remember shaking a
waiter's hand. Obviously, Maria and Paulo were good friends.

"May I get you a drink?" he asked.

"How about the house wine," I answered, figuring it would be the
cheapest.

"Very good," Paulo said and left.

When he returned a few minutes later he had what I realized was a very
expensive bottle of wine. I looked at Maria and frowned. Paulo saw it
and whispered "On the house." My face brightened.

I asked when Paulo had left again, "Is Paulo your boyfriend?"

"No, just a good friend."

I sighed in some relief. I asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Suddenly, Maria looked shy. "Yes," she whispered.

I raised my eyebrows, wondering why she had agreed to go out with me.

She knew what I was thinking and added, "He lost his "green card" and
had to go back home a couple of months ago." Maria looked like she was
going to cry.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I thought for a minute and said, "I have
some friends that might be able to help." It seemed like the right
thing to say.

"Can you?" she asked, her face changing from a frown to excitement.

"I can't promise anything but I can try." I hoped that I hadn't put my
foot in my mouth.

Maria smiled and reached over and squeezed my hand. A tear trickled
down her cheek.

I grasped her hand and held it. An electric shock when though me and I
think Maria could feel it too. I could see Maria's face begin to flush
hot. There was definitely something here.

The rest of the evening was very enjoyable. We finished the bottle of
wine and ate a wonderful ethnic dish that Maria suggested. Paulo was
very attentive and even brought us another bottle of wine. I hoped
that he wasn't going to get in trouble or lose his job, although he
said he had another job as a waiter in a fancy restaurant at a big
hotel in the city.

Everyone seemed to know Maria, including the owner who made a point of
introducing himself. Somehow it felt like we were at a family outing
rather than a restaurant. By the time we left I think I knew everyone
there. Maria and I were a little tipsy but also well fed.

The taxi dropped us off on Monroe and Tyson and we walked the rest of
the way. I took a chance and reached over to hold Maria's hand. I was
pleased when she didn't pull away.

Maria had an apartment in the basement of Dean VanBuren's house. We
quietly went around to the back of the house until we reached some
steps. We went down the steps until we were standing outside her door.
It was rather dark with one dim light bulb above our heads.

"I had a wonderful time. Thank you!" I said sincerely.

"So did I," she admitted almost reluctantly. 

Suddenly I was very uncomfortable. I was trying to decide whether I
should kiss her or not. I remembered that I told her that I could
prove that I was a gentleman. I touched her face and said, "Well, I
guess I had better be going." I turned to leave.


Before I reached the first step, Maria grabbed my arm pulled me back
to her quickly. Suddenly, we were kissing passionately. I moaned as
her sweet tongue entered my mouth. When I felt her large breasts
pressing to my chest I started to get excited. My hands slipped down
her back until they were at the top of her buttocks. I wasn't sure how
far to go. However, when Maria's hips began to squirm against my
rapidly hardening penis, I moved my hands lower and grabbed her ass,
pulling her into me. I heard her moan.

As our kisses continued, I moved my hands until they were under her
sweater in back. Slowly I moved them across the soft skin on her sides
until they were in front and between us. Maria moaned and moved back
slightly. I figured it was okay to go further. I inched my hands
upward, moving ever closer to those wonderful breasts that I had been
staring at all night. A second later I had them in my hands. Now we
were both moaning as I kneaded her soft flesh. Her breasts were as
warm and soft as I had hoped they would be.

Maria pulled her mouth from mine and I thought she was going to
protest. Instead she buried her head in my shoulder and whimpered in
excitement. Growing bold, I raised my hands and pushed the sweater
upward until both breasts were free. Quickly I bent my head and lifted
one large orb to my lips.

"Oh God," Maria gasped as I began to suck her large nipple. 

I hadn't even noticed but as I was busy with her breast, Maria had
reached behind her and unlocked her door. Slowly she began to move
backward, bringing us both through the now open door. When I realized
what was happening I pulled my mouth from one wet nipple and smiled. I
slammed the door with my foot and turned back to Maria, pulling her
back into my arms. Suddenly, we were going after each other like we
were love-starved teenagers. I practically ripped her sweater as I
pulled it over her head. Her fingers fumbled as she rushed to unbutton
my shirt. A second later, her soft breasts were pressing to my bare
chest and we were sucking each other's tongues again.

Maria pulled away, gasping for breath. She whispered, "Let me suck
you." Then she began to move slowly down my body, kissing my chest and
stomach as she passed.

I didn't protest as the dark haired beauty went to her knees. I
watched, without helping, as her shaking fingers opened my pants and
pulled my zipper down. She gasped as my pants fell to the floor. I
hadn't worn underwear again and my penis sprung out at her. The head
was already dripping my pre-cum juice.

Maria mumbled something in Spanish and grabbed my penis. She stared at
it for a second before bringing it to her open mouth. I moaned as she
took me inside. Suddenly I was in heaven as her soft lips and wet
mouth sucked me. My fingers entwined in her hair and I gently led her
head up and down.

This was one passionate lady. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner.
While she couldn't take me all the way down her throat, I didn't care.
My hips began to move back and forth as my excitement grew. I pushed
her back because I didn't want to cum that way.

Maria face showed surprise as my penis popped from her sucking mouth. 

I pulled her up and kissed her again then led her over to the sofa. It
was my turn to get to my knees. I quickly stripped her pants off,
leaving just her heels on. When I spread her legs I saw that she had a
dark bush that was trimmed short and neatly into a V, pointing to the
smooth lips of her sex. Her vagina was gorgeous and positively huge.
The outer lips were large and puffy and the inner lips were pink and
swollen. It was going to be more than a mouth full.

"Oh yes," Maria moaned as I began to kiss her thighs. 

Slowly I moved downward until I was an inch from her swollen sex. I
reached up with my fingers and opened her lips. The large clit
practically sprung out at me. It looked like a miniature penis. Maria
jumped when I blew warm air onto it. Then with an animal like moan I
opened my mouth and sucked the smooth nub into my mouth.

"Ahhhheee!!!" she screamed. Her legs shot up in the air and her thighs
wrapped around my head.

I had never eaten a woman with this much flesh on her vagina. It
filled my mouth and I could taste her sweet juice as it ran out like a
river. I began to lick the fleshy lips slowly, taking my time to find
every nook and grove. When my tongue reached her hole, I used my
fingers to spread her open. Then I stiffened my tongue and plunged it
inside.

"Oh... my... God," the excited lady screamed in her native language
and grabbed my head. She began to "fuck" my face, smearing her juice
from my forehead to my chin. I let her do what she wanted. Within
seconds her body lifted off the sofa and she screamed that she was
cumming. My face was deluged in her warm juice and suddenly it seemed
like I was eating a warm watermelon. Her copious juice ran out of my
mouth and dripped from my chin. I couldn't swallow it all. I had heard
of women that climaxed like this but this was my first experience with
a "squirter." It was wet and nasty but I loved it. I sucked until I
though she was finished climaxing. However when I tried to pull my
face away, she pulled me back and suddenly began to push against my
lips again. Seconds later she screamed and began to squirt again. Each
time I thought she was done, she would start again. It went on like
this for quite some time. I had the feeling that she would continue to
climax for as long as I continued to use my mouth on her. By the time
she let me go, I don't think there was an inch of my upper body that
wasn't covered in her juice.

When I lifted my head from her saturated crotch, I saw her smiling
down at me with a sheepish grin. Then she whispered, "I'm sorry, I
should have warned you.... some men don't like... you know... like
that."

"Not a problem for me, I loved it," I said with a smile and then
licked my lips.

Maria began to move. "Come up here and let me do you."

We switched places. Maria was now on her knees between my legs, my
throbbing penis ready to explode in her face. I watched as she took my
shaft in one hand and cupped my testicles in the other. She said,
"Very nice," in Spanish.

I closed my eyes as she began to lick my balls, moving her tongue
slowly upward and across the hard shaft. When she got to the head, she
twirled her tongue around the dripping slit to collect my juice and
then sucked it into her mouth. It was about that time that I began to
moan.

Maria giggled and pulled back. She knelt up, lifted one of her breasts
and brought it toward my swollen penis head. Then she pulled my shaft
down and rubbed her large and very hard nipple across the slit,
coating her nipple with my juice. When it was shinny she lifted her
breast to her own mouth and licked it clean.


My eyes were hooded in pleasure as I watched her do this several
times. I was so excited that I thought that if she touched me again
she was going to get a face full of cream. Maria recognized it too and
brought the head of my penis to her mouth. She began to suck just the
crown as she pumped the shaft.

That was all it took. My penis began to throb and then it squirted my
cream into her mouth. Her hand continued to pump me, as her lips
remained tight around the crown to insure that none escaped. I could
hear her moaning as she drank my juice. She squeezed my shaft and
continued to suck until there was nothing left.

I lay back on the sofa and watched her for some time. She continued to
kiss and lick my shrinking penis and empty testicles until I was
forced to pull her head away. I lifted her head and saw a satisfied
look on her face as well as a drop of my cum at the corner of her
mouth. When I recovered enough strength, I stood up and bent over to
pick her up in my arms. "Where's the bedroom?" I asked.

She pointed down the hall and then buried her face in my chest. 

I carried her into her bedroom and laid her gently on her bed and then
snuggled next to her. I wasn't sure about her but I certainly needed a
little time to recover from my intense climax.

"Wow, that was great," I whispered.

She smiled up at me as she lay in my arm. "Was I as good as Dean
VanBuren?"

That was a loaded question and came out of the blue. I paused for a
minute, trying to decide how to answer. "I told you that I am a
gentleman, so it wouldn't be appropriate for me to 'kiss and tell'." I
was proud of myself for that comment.

"All right," Maria said but sounded a little disappointed.

"You were very, very, very good," I added quickly. "You are definitely
the most passionate woman I have ever been with."

She seemed to like that and snuggled back into my arms.

I thought for a moment and said, "So how was I compared to being eaten
by Dean VanBuren." It was a shot in the dark but after seeing Maria
coming into the room while Abigail and I were having sex, I knew that
there had to be more to their relationship.

I heard Maria gasp and she rose up and looked at me with wide eyes.
"How... how... did you know?"

"I didn't. I just guessed." I smiled and added, "I don't have a
problem with it. In fact, I think it's pretty neat. I'm a guy
remember."

Maria put her head back down on my chest and whispered shyly, "I... I
don't do her. She just... just... you know... does what you did."

"She just eats you."

"Si."

"I imagine she loves it as much as I did. But you didn't answer my
question," I pressed. "Is she better than me?"

Maria sighed and began to circle her finger across my stomach.
"She's... she's a woman and women are different." She evaded the
question.

"I know that, but was I better?" I was only teasing and paying her
back for asking me the question.

Then she said, "I'm a lady and a lady doesn't 'kiss and tell'."

"Touch,." I conceded a draw. 

Maria giggled and at the same time she reached down and began to play
with my soft penis. She giggled again when it started to respond.
However, I almost stopped her when she began to kiss down my stomach.
Instead I sighed and let her work her way down until she had me in her
mouth again.

It didn't take long before I was hard again. Within a few minutes I
was pushing her over on her back. I moved to a position between her
legs with my arms stiff, holding myself over her. My penis was inches
from her vagina.

Maria began to squirm under me and her hands reached for my buttocks.
However, I resisted when she tried to pull me down. I kissed her lips
and then whispered, "Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yes, oh yes," she gasped, her fingernails digging into my cheeks.

"Ask me nice," I teased.

"Please, please, please." 

I moved closer, letting the head of my penis touch her swollen lips.
Slowly, I pushed downward until the head started to open her. Maria
went wild. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips lifted up as
she pulled me down. I had no choice, nor did I want to resist, and I
settled down, groaning as my penis entered her warm cavern. "Oh God,"
I moaned as her swollen sex surrounded me.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed.

I began to pound into her as hard as I could. She took everything I
had and pushed back for more. It felt like I was riding a bucking
horse as we writhed all over the bed.

"Oh Goddddd," Maria groaned and within seconds began to climax again.

I ignored her climax and continued to pound into her. Because I had
climaxed so recently, I was able to hold out for a long time. I'm not
sure how many times Maria climaxed, or if there was even a break
between climaxes for her, but she just went on and on. Finally, after
about a half-hour of hard work, I screamed that I was cumming. She
pulled me tight and lifted her hips, taking me as deeply as I could
go. I felt the head of my penis expand and begin to pump my sperm deep
into her body. She took it all, her tight hole squeezing my shaft
until there was nothing left. I collapsed onto her tiny body and then
rolled to the side so that I wouldn't crush her. We were both asleep
in seconds.

I awoke early the next morning with Maria snuggled next to me. I
debated slipping out of bed and leaving before she awoke but when I
saw her naked body lying next to me I changed my mind. Besides, that
wouldn't have been gentleman like. She awoke when I began to suck on
her breasts. I looked up at her smiling face and said, "Good morning."
I went back to sucking her breast. A few minutes later I slipped
easily into her welcoming body. We made slow and sensual love this
time. The urgency had left us but it might have been the best sex of
all.

For the second morning in a row, I left Dean VanBuren's house as the
sun was rising. As I walked quietly around to the front of the house,
someone startled me coming down the steps. I'm not sure who was more
shocked, Katie or I.

Chapter 2

The second week of school was a little easier for me. I was getting
comfortable with the routine and the students. However, I still had a
great deal of work to do as a first year teacher. Katie had said she
wanted to talk but we had to schedule it for later in the week. I was
anxious to hear the story of why she was coming out of the Dean's
house so early in the morning. Although I was pretty sure I knew the
answer: she was working on her career just like me.

Dean VanBuren said she wanted to see me on Wednesday at two o'clock,
supposedly to go over some lesson plans. I had a feeling that I knew
what kind of lesson plans she had in mind. Still, she was the boss and
I was beginning to like my job a lot.

On Wednesday afternoon at exactly two o'clock-Abigail expected
promptness-I knocked on her office door. When I entered, she was
sitting behind her desk, leaning back with her legs crossed, reading
something. She was wearing an expensive looking business suit that
consisted of a blue pleated skirt with a matching blazer. She didn't
look up as I walked over and sat down in front of her desk. I couldn't
read her demeanor. However, I was suddenly worried that she knew that
I had spent Saturday night with Maria.

Finally she lowered the papers in her hand and looked over her reading
glasses at me. "Good, you're on time," she said and went back to
reading, making me wait. After a few minutes of silence she sat back
in her large leather chair, staring at me. I could feel sweat began to
break out on my brow and the clock on the wall suddenly sounded
incredibly loud. I was sure I was in trouble at that point and steeled
myself for her tirade. However, instead, she picked up one of the
papers on her desk and said, "I've been looking over your lesson
plans... and I must say... I'm impressed."

I almost sighed in relief. "Thank you," I answered, watching as she
uncrossed her legs and then crossed them the other way, allowing her
short skirt to ride up her thigh. She saw my look and smiled.

"However, I think your segment on "Philosophy during the birth of
Democracy" needs a little work. It would be better if you focused on
some of the lesser-known philosophers before teaching about the best
known ones. It's a minor detail but I think some of the less popular
figures are much more interesting and will peak your students
interest."

"Okay," I quickly agreed, "I can certainly do that." I was so relieved
that I would have agreed with anything. However, surprisingly, I
thought she had a good point.

Abigail got up from her chair and walked over to the door. And, like
she had done last week, she turned the lock. The window blinds were
already closed. I knew what was coming. The pounding in my chest was
from excitement now and not fear. My eyes followed her as she crossed
the room to the closet and picked something up. When she turned around
I saw that she had several strips of rope in her hand. I began to
squirm in my chair again.

She strode back to me, her nylons making a swishing sound in the quiet
room, and stood by my chair. I looked at the ropes and then up at her
face. I could see her eyes burning with lust. I knew that look, and at
that moment it frightened me.

"James," she said, almost breathlessly, holding the ropes out to me,
"I want you to tie me over the desk. And then... and then I want you
to... to... fuck me in the ass."

She said the last words so fast that it took me a minute to digest
them. My eyes opened wide in shock and I gasped, "Huh?"

She didn't say anything but stood looking down at me, holding the
ropes out.

As I realized what she was asking I almost sighed in relief. I was a
little worried that she wanted to tie me up. "Uh... uh... all right,"
I stammered taking the ropes from her hand. I noticed that her hands
were trembling as much as mine were.

Then the sophisticated lady in the blue business suit turned around
and laid herself across the desk. I sat dumbfounded for a minute,
staring at her prone body.

She waited patiently for me. 

Finally, when I stood up, my legs almost collapsed from a combination
of renewed fear and growing excitement. I stared in disbelief-here was
the Dean of Philosophy lying on her desk ready for me to tie her up. I
didn't even know where to start. She probably recognized this because
she helped me buy moving her legs apart and stretching her arms across
the desk.

My hands were still trembling as I squatted behind her and wrapped the
rope around first one leg and then the other, using a secure knot that
I learned to tie in the Army. It worked very well on prisoners. I had
to stretch her legs wide apart in order to tie them to the legs of the
desk. When I was done I stood up and looked at her again. Her short
pleated skirt had pulled further up her thighs, revealing the tops of
her thigh-high nylons, along with some bare flesh. I felt my penis
begin to hardening and had the sudden urge to push her skirt up and
take her right there. Controlling my impulses I walked around the
desk. I saw that she had her eyes closed and her head was turned to
the side facing away from me. I tied the rope around each wrist and
attached them to the front legs of the desk.

Now that I had her secured I wasn't sure what to do. Fortunately, my
throbbing penis began to guide me. I reached down toward her head and
then hesitated for a second. Then, I ran my fingers into her hair and
turned her head toward me, forcing her chin to rest on the desk. Her
eyes were glazed over and she had a vacant look on her face. This was
one kinky lady, I thought as I held her hair and began to pull my
zipper down. It was difficult to do with only one hand. I reached
inside my pants and struggled to fish my throbbing tool out into the
open. It took a little dexterity but soon I had the shaft in my hand
with the head pointed at her face.

"Oh Jesus," Abigail gasped breathlessly.

I stepped closer, waiving my penis in front of her face. Slowly I
brought the dripping head to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and I
pulled back. She moaned. I rubbed the head across her lips to her
cheeks and she tried to capture it with her mouth. I didn't let her
and as my penis moved across the soft skin of her face leaving a trail
of juice behind, I could feel my balls churning in excitement. This
was getting to be fun.

Abigail moaned as I pulled away from her and walked around the desk. I
stood behind her squirming body, enjoying the view for a minute.
Finally, I reached down and placed my hands on the back of her thighs,
sliding them under her skirt. I felt her jump and my own penis pulsed
as I touched the bare and very warm skin above her nylons. My hands
went higher. She had panties on today. Wanting to see, I pushed her
skirt up until it bunched at her waist. We both moaned as her sexy ass
was exposed to the cool air and dim light of the room. I saw goose
bumps cover the exposed skin of her cheeks and ripple down her thighs.
She was wearing a pair of shinny blue panties that barely covered her
buttocks. I reached out and grasped the soft orbs and squeezed them in
my hands. My penis pulsed with excitement. Then I quickly reached up
and pulled the panties down as far as her open thighs would allow. I
stepped between her spread legs until I could touch her with my penis
and like I had done to her face, I rubbed it across the soft skin of
her buttocks.

Abigail whimpered and squirmed. I moved the head of my penis between
her cheeks watching it disappear into the crack. However, I wasn't
ready for that yet. The fact was that I had never had anal sex. I
tried it with a lover once but it was too painful for her. I was more
than willing to try with Abigail. However, I wanted a little more
teasing first.

I walked back around and lifted her head again, using her hair. Then I
took my penis in my hand and slapped it back and forth across her
cheeks. The room echoed with the slap of the hard shaft against her
soft cheeks. When she tried to capture it with her mouth I gave in and
let her suck the head inside. A moan escaped my lips as she began to
suckle the swollen head like a baby at its mother's breast. My hips
started to move back and forth in little "fucking" motions, but not
enough to let her have much more then the crown. I pulled her head
further upward, aligning her throat with my shaft. I took a deep
breath and paused. Then, with a quick thrust of my hips, I pushed
forward hard, sinking my penis all the way to my balls. Suddenly, her
lips and nose were buried in my pubic hair. My legs trembled as I
looked down at my penis stretching her lips and mouth. I slipped one
hand under her neck and felt the bulge that my penis was making in her
throat. I moved the palm of my hand up and down her stretched neck,
almost as if I was stroking my penis. I could actually feel my hand on
my shaft.

Abigail's head and throat were in a perfect position now. I rocked my
hips back and forth, going all the way to my balls before backing up.
I could feel her start to gag with each plunge but before that could
happen, I pulled back out quickly and let her breath. I pushed in
again slowly and then pulled back out rapidly. As I started to move
faster, her saliva began to run from her lips. It coated my penis and
dripped down her chin to the desk below. I watched in amazement as she
took everything I had and groaned for more.

My pants were getting in the way. Keeping my penis in her mouth I
quickly unbuckled my belt and let them drop to the floor. I stepped
out, left my shoes on and kicked the tangled material impatiently from
my foot. Now I used both hands to grasp the sexy woman's head. She
began to grunt as my hips moved faster and faster. I could feel her
straining against the ropes that held her arms wide. Then, without
warning she began to tremble all over. Suddenly, her body froze, the
muscles in her neck strained and her face turned red. At first I
thought I was choking her but then I realized that she was climaxing.
Amazing! I pushed forward hard; forcing my penis as deeply as it would
go into her throat. I could feel the contractions in her body through
her throat. That was too much for me and my penis lurched and I began
to pour my sperm deep down her throat.

I don't know if Abigail even knew that I was climaxing. I know that
she couldn't taste my sperm-it went directly from my balls through my
shaft and into her stomach. My legs quivered and I gasped for breath
as pulse after pulse of juice squirted from my shaft and entered her
body. Finally, when both of our climaxes slowed, I stood still for a
minute, my legs trembling and my penis still down her throat. As my
shaft began to soften, I staggered backward, pulling my penis from her
now slack mouth and fell heavily into her chair.

Abigail eyes were closed and her head was lying on the desk again.
There was a trickle of my sperm on her lips, so I figured that she
knew that I had climaxed as well. My climax wasn't entirely
accidental. I knew that taking her in the ass was going to require a
great deal of stamina from me; so taking "the edge off" was not a bad
idea. And, it as a great deal of pleasure as well.

The room grew silent except for the ticking clock and our breathing.
As I recovered, I watched Abigail and contemplated my situation. On
one hand, I felt like I was being forced to please her. However, on
the other, it was extremely exciting and pleasurable for me. I didn't
have much choice anyway if I wanted to keep my job.

Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought up this
situation. I knew very well the risk that I was taking and it probably
wasn't worth it. However, I was in too deep now. If I had refused her
advances in the beginning, I might have lost my job but it was the
only chance I had to stop this before it got out of hand. Now it had
gone too far. I figured I might as well enjoy it because I could only
be fired once.

As I stared at the sexy women tied over her desk, I felt my penis
stirring again. I reached down and began to stroke it slowly. Abigail
heard the movement and lifted her head. The expression on her face
wasn't readable but her eyes were still burning. I stood up and then
bent over her, lifting her head so that I could kiss her lips
tenderly. She sighed appreciatively and began to squirm. I pulled away
and walked around to her rear. Her panties were still stretched across
her thighs. I saw a pair of scissors on the desk and used them to cut
one leg of her panties, letting them fall down her leg and cover one
high heel. Then I leaned forward until my body was over hers, my chest
pressing on her back. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass now," I
whispered.

Abigail moaned.

I reached my hands under her blazer to capture her braless breast
under her blouse. However, I wanted to feel bare skin. On impulse I
grasped the front of her blouse, lifting her up slightly from the desk
with my arms. With a violent pull I ripped her blouse open, popping
the buttons down the front and freeing her breasts to fall onto the
hard surface of the desk.

Abigail squealed and began to gasp for breath. 

I had seen clothes in her closet so I knew that she had a blouse to
replace the one I had just ruined. "That's better," I whispered as my
hands found the soft flesh of her breasts and began to squeeze. My
fingers searched for her nipples. I squeezed them hard. "Do you like
that? Do you like it when I pinch your nipples?"

A moan was her answer. I took that as a yes and continued to squeeze
them as I began to move my now fully hard penis across her naked
backside.

Suddenly, both of us jumped when there was a knock at the door.
Abigail's office was at the end of a long hall and there wasn't much
traffic so it probably wasn't a casual visit. My heart was suddenly in
my throat. For a second I thought I would just not answer the knock,
but then I worried that someone might have seen me come into the
office. I whispered, "I'll get rid of them."

I nervously walked to the door and turned the lock. With a deep breath
I opened the door, keeping my naked lower half hidden. I almost sighed
out loud when I saw Katie. Of all the people that could have come to
the door, she might have been the least troublesome.

"Uh... is Abigail here?" she asked. 

The look on her face made me think that she was surprised to see me.
"She is indisposed at the moment," I said, trying not to sound
irritated.

"I need to get her to sign an important document right away."

I noticed that she had a folder in her hand. "Can't it wait?" I said,
again trying to hide my irritation.

"No. I have to fax this out today."

I thought for a moment and then made an impulsive decision. I put my
finger to my lips in a motion of silence and opened the door a little
wider.

Katie stuck her head in. "Oh my God," she gasped and then covered her
mouth in shock. I pulled her arm, almost making her stumble as I
brought her into the room and then closed the door quickly. Still
grasping her arm tightly, I pulled her over to the desk. "Dean
VanBuren, Katie has a paper that you have to sign."

Abigail looked up at Katie with true shock on her face. Their eyes
met. I don't know whose eyes were bigger, hers or Katie's. I looked
from one woman to the other. Then I saw Abigail begin to tremble and
she closed her eyes and moaned.

Katie was as amazed as I was. We watched the older woman tremble and
whimper. It almost appeared that she was having a climax.

When Abigail stopped shaking, I took a pen from the center draw and
put it into her hand. Then I pried the folder from Katie's tightly
clenched fist and opened it to the paper she needed to sign.

With great difficulty and still trembling hand, Abigail signed it. It
looked more like chicken scratch then a signature. I turned back to
Katie and held the folder out to her when I saw her looking strangely.
Suddenly I remembered that I was half-naked. My face turned red but my
penis began to grow again. I could see that Katie's mouth was slightly
open and her breathing was irregular.

"I told you she was indisposed." With a smile, I took Katie's arm and
led her to the door. She was like a zombie as I opened it and ushered
her out. "Talk to you later," I whispered and boldly patted her on the
rump. I sighed in relief as I closed the door and locked it again.

I hurried back to Abigail and resumed my position over her. "Did you
have a nice climax?" I asked.

She didn't answer but her face turned red so I assumed that I was
right.

I kissed her neck and then brought my tongue to her ear. "Now, where
were we? Oh that's right, I was going to fuck your ass."

Abigail moaned and squirmed her ass under me. I moved back until I was
standing between her legs again. My hands went to her soft buttocks
and I spread them open. My penis pulsed as I looked down and saw the
tiny pink hole winking at me. I wet my finger and brought it to the
hole. Abigail moaned as I pushed it inside.

"Very tight," I said, almost to myself and wondered how I was going to
get my penis into such a tiny hole. I pulled my finger out and reached
below to the swollen lips of her sex. Her juice was literally running
down her thighs. I gathered some up and rubbed it on my shaft, then
thought of a better idea. I placed my penis at her vagina and slowly
pushed it inside. It was my turn to moan as the slick walls of her
hole welcomed me. Slowly, I moved in and out, coating my shaft with
her thick juice. When I pulled out, my penis was dripping. Satisfied,
I centered the head on her sphincter. "Are you ready I asked
rhetorically?" Without waiting for an answer, I pushed forward.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Abigail moaned as her tight hole resisted. Then she
squirmed her hips back and forth, allowing the swollen head to slip
just inside the sphincter.

Slowly I increased the pressure, forcing my penis into her now pulsing
hole, inch by inch until it was totally encased in her warm body.
Although I had already climaxed, I had to fight the urge to do it
again.

Abigail was whimpering now and her body was convulsing against the
bonds holding her arms and legs.

I looked down and saw that my entire penis had disappeared. The tight
little hole that I had seen moments ago had stretched perfectly to
accommodate me. I moved my hips back and watched her anus try to hold
me inside. The flesh of her sphincter was stretched tightly around the
sensitive skin of my shaft, just below the crown. I groaned and
plunged back inside. I could see Abigail's face scrunched up as if in
pain. She was biting her lip to keep from crying out.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I leaned over her.

"Yes," she hissed, "Fuck me!"

I didn't need to be told twice. I reached under her and grabbed her
breasts as I began to move my hips. Her tight hole soon began to relax
enough so that I could move in and out with ease. Moving back again, I
reached down and opened her cheeks to watch her take me inside.

Abigail began to grunt as I pushed into her hard, forcing her hips
into the desk.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me! Fuck me!" she hissed excitedly. Her voice was
hoarse and filled with lust. Each plunge of my penis forced a grunt
from her as it hit bottom. I moved up until my knees were on the desk
beside her hips. Although it was painful to my knees, it gave me the
best leverage. I plunged down with the hardest stroke yet, using all
of my weight to force myself into her. At that point, I felt Abigail
begin to climax. Her body convulsed, sending ripples of pleasure
through her anal canal. I felt them and pounded into her even harder.
I continued to work as she climaxed repeatedly.

I don't remember now but I guess that I probably screwed her for
twenty or thirty minutes and she climaxed the entire time. Sweat was
dripping from my brow as I worked tirelessly, suddenly proud of my
stamina. However, Abigail took all that I could give and wanted more.

Finally, I couldn't hold out any longer. "Oh Jesus, I'm going to
cummmmmmm," I gasped. I forced my penis all the way inside her, my
balls slapping against her swollen sex. I felt the explosion in my
balls first and then my sperm was hurdling up the shaft. It came out
like a fire hose. I don't know if Abigail could feel it pouring into
her or not but she began to climax again. It seemed like it went on
for minutes but was only seconds before my balls were empty.

When I finally pulled my penis from her still clenching hole, I was
drained, emotionally and physically. It had been one hell of an
afternoon and one that I would never forget.
Higher Education Ch. 03
by rgjohn (C) Chapter 1

I was feeling a little remorseful as I left Abigail's office that
afternoon. I'm not entirely sure why, or even what was bothering me. I
was worried about my job for sure, but it was more than that. As I
have said, I was a somewhat na<ve guy, almost leading a sheltered life
to that point. Incredibly, it might have been that I was feeling like
I was using Abigail and not the other way around. However, I knew that
wasn't rational. Abigail wanted what happened. Hell, she set it up.
Still, when one is raised a certain way, it has an impact on how one
looks at the world. I was raised to respect women so it was against my
nature to treat them like I had Abigail. However, I have learned that
one can play many roles in life. Little did I know at that time that I
had the capacity to play them all.

As I headed back to my classroom, I passed Katie leaving the
administrative offices. She looked at me but didn't smile. I couldn't
read her face. Maybe she was angry at what I had done-pulling her into
the office like that. Or maybe she was jealous. I said "hi" anyway.
She mumbled something in response but I couldn't really hear her as
she hurried off.

I was worried about Katie's reaction, so at the end of the day I went
to her office. Her office was small like mine but much neater. She was
just cleaning up her desk as I walked in.

"Hi," I said, standing nervously in the doorway. I was almost afraid
to go into the room.

She looked up like she was expecting me. I saw her face turn red. She
looked back down and continued to clean up her desk without
responding.

"Katie, uh... about today... I... uh..." I had no idea what I was
going to say.

Again, she didn't answer. 

"Hey, can I buy you a drink or something?"

Katie paused and looked at me, her green eyes almost burning into me.
Surprisingly she said, "All right."

"Listen," I said, still searching for something to say as we walked
across campus, "I'm... uh... sorry about today."

"Let's wait until we get to the pub. I need a drink really bad."

It was early on Wednesday afternoon so the pub wasn't crowded yet. We
found a booth in the back and ordered drinks without otherwise
speaking. The silence was uncomfortable as we sat trying to avoid each
other's eyes.

Finally, when the drinks came and we had consumed about half, Katie
spoke. "I want... wanted to explain... why... you know why I was
leaving Dean VanBuren's house Sunday morning."

I tried not to show my surprise. Amazingly, she wasn't angry about
what I had done today but rather worried about being caught coming out
of Abigail's house.

"Katie, you don't have to explain your actions to me." But I really
wanted her to. It had to be a good story.

"I want to. Abigail... Dean VanBuren... has been good to me."

I had heard that before.

"I couldn't have ever gotten a job at such a prestigious college
without her. I'm only twenty-six and I'm already teaching college.
That's pretty good for a kid that wasn't anywhere near being a
valedictorian." She took a sip of her drink and I saw her hand
trembling.

I waited.

"She had a lot of great candidates to chose from, some with lots of
experience, but she chose me."

I knew how she felt.

"Dean VanBuren is a little different though. I... I... had never
been... you know... with a woman... before her."

She assumed that I knew that she had "been with" her. Her stay over
could have been innocent. Yea, right! Remember, I said I was na<ve.

"So you two are lovers?" I asked stupidly.

She looked startled and then blushed. "Uh... well... I guess, but I'm
certainly not the only one."

"You mean female?"

"Female, male... it doesn't really matter to Abi... Dean VanBuren."

"I think we know her well enough to call her Abigail," I said with a
smile.

"I guess so." For the first time Katie smiled. "I... I am not that...
uh you know... experienced sexually."

I must have looked skeptical because she said, "I'm not. I was...
am... a very shy person. When I was in high school and college, I
didn't think that highly of myself. I was just a skinny redhead with
braces."

I looked over at Katie and down at her rather large breasts and raided
my eyebrows. "I find that hard to believe. You're beautiful."

Katie blushed and whispered, "Thank you. But it's the truth. I was
really skinny. I gained about fifteen pounds after I graduated and I
think most of it went to my boobs and butt," she said and looked down
at her more than amble breasts, which sat high under her tight yellow
sweater. The nipples began to harden under my stare.

"Those were the right places," I said and she blushed again. 

We ordered another round.

"So, where were you coming from that morning?" she asked.

I was surprised by the question. I hadn't even thought about her
curiosity about where I had been. However, I'm sure she already knew
the answer.

"Maria... Abigail's housekeeper... and I... well, we got to know each
other." I think I blushed.

"She's very pretty."

I was going to say "And, one hot Latino," but that would have been
insensitive... I think. Instead I said, "She is a very nice woman."
And then added for some unknown reason, "Unfortunately she has a
boyfriend that was deported... lost his green card."

The new round of drinks came and Katie took a big drink. "So what was
going on in Abigail's office?" she asked tentatively.

I knew that question was going to come up. I had decided not to be
coy. "Abigail wanted me to tie her over the desk and fuck her ass," I
answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

Katie gasped and her pretty green eyes opened wide. She took another
drink and I could see that her hand begun to tremble again.

I leaned over and whispered, "Abigail is a very kinky lady."

Katie nodded without responding.

I pressed the conversation. "I've heard that she is pretty good at
eating pussy as well."

Katie showed her shock at the statement. I'm sure she wondered how I
knew. Then the expression on her face changed to one of recognition
and she said, "Maria?"

"Um huh! But Maria doesn't do her." I saw a surprised look on her
face. I figured I might as well ask the obvious question since I had
gone this far and said, "Do you do her?" I asked. I saw an almost
imperceptible nod. I smiled. "So we have something in common." I held
my glass up for a toast.

Katie smiled and blushed again. Then she lifted her glass and tapped
it to mine.

"Well, I guess we had better get going. I need to feed my dog." It was
the first thing that either of us had said that didn't have to do with
sex.

"You have a dog?" Katie asked. 

"Yes, a black lab."

"I love dogs but they won't let me have one in my apartment complex."

"I'm in a private home over on Barton Street... allowing dogs was a
requirement. Do you want to see him?"

Katie looked at her watch and then said, "Yes, I'd love to. It's on my
way home anyway."

We left the bar with me carrying her heavy briefcase. "What's in here,
rocks?" I joked as we crossed the campus.

"Sometimes it feels like it. I never know what I'll need for my
classes."

My apartment was on the second floor of a large house. The entrance
was in back, upstairs and there was a large screened in porch that
overlooked a big back yard and woods. It was perfect for "Bo" and I.
The owners were an older couple that I rarely saw. However, I tried to
keep as quite as possible.

We walked up the steps and I opened the screened door. Bo practically
knocked me down. "Down boy," I laughed.

Katie squealed and went down on one knee to greet Bo. He jumped up and
knocked her onto her butt.

"Bo! Bo!" I laughed and pulled him off of her. "Bo loves everybody.
Some watch dog huh?"

"He's gorgeous," Katie said as she continued to pet Bo. He licked her
face. Smart dog.

"Here," I said and opened the screened door behind Katie. Bo bolted
out and headed down the steps.

"Aren't you afraid he'll take off?"

"No, I have one of those invisible fences. It cost me a week's pay but
it's worth it." I turned back to Katie and saw her staring at me.

"Oh, the briefcase," I said and handed her the case. When our hands
touched, I felt a spark. It might have been static electricity because
it had began to thunder and dark clouds were rolling in. We stood
staring at each other as the lightening flashed in the sky. I took a
chance and pulled Katie into my arms. She didn't resist and suddenly
we were kissing.

Katie dropped the briefcase and her arms went around my back and her
soft body pressed to my chest. We both moaned as our tongue began to
duel. Suddenly, the skies opened up and the rain began to pour down as
lightening flashed.

One of my hands slipped between us and I grasped her breast. Katie
whimpered but didn't protest so I moved it under her sweater. She had
on a bra so I pushed my fingers underneath and lifted, freeing one
soft orb to my hand. I could almost see the soft white flesh and
pretty pink nipple as I kneaded it. My penis responded and began to
pulse almost painfully in my pants. I pressed it against Katie.

Suddenly, Katie pulled away. She was breathing heavy. "No... I can't."

I felt disappointed but said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she answered and surprised me by reaching down to grasp my
hard penis through my pants. "I'm just not ready for that."

I didn't know if she meant that we didn't know each other well enough
or she was a virgin. She couldn't be a virgin, so I figured she needed
time. I moaned and thrust my hips at her squeezing hand. As I watched,
she reached for my zipper and pulled it down. Another moan escaped my
lips as she deftly pulled my hard penis from the confines of my pants.

"Nice," I heard her whisper as she began to move her hand up and down.

I looked out in the pouring rain and saw Bo running and jumping like
the crazy dog that he was. I turned back to Katie and pulled her lips
to mine again. She melted into my arms and her body trembled. Her hand
continued to move on my shaft.

"Katie," I gasped as her strokes grew faster. 

"It's okay," she whispered and squeezed her hand tighter and pumped
her fist harder.

"Oh Jesus," I moaned. My legs began to tremble and I felt my balls
tighten.

"Go ahead, that's it," Katie whispered as I neared my peak.

Just as bolt of lightening streaked across the sky, I bellowed and
thrust my hips at Katie's pumping hand. "Ohhhh!!! I moaned and like
some horny teenager, my penis began to shoot cum across the porch. It
flew across the deck and hit the screen, splattering through to the
outside.

 From someone in the back of my brain I head Katie giggle. Her hand
kept pumping me as the streaks of my cum matched the flashes of
lightening in the sky. Finally, Katie squeezed the last drop from my
wilting penis.

"I have to get going," she said as she let my penis drop from her
hand.

I tried to hide my embarrassment and said, "Are you sure you can't
stay. I can throw some steaks on the grill."

"No, I really have to go but I'll take a rain-check," she said with a
smile and a glance at the still pouring sky's.

"Well, let me get you an umbrella." 

"Okay."

I put my penis discreetly back in my pants as I opened the door and
found a large umbrella. "Here," I said handing her the umbrella.

"Thanks, I'll give it back tomorrow."

"No hurry, I have others."

Katie went up on her toes and gave me a quick kiss and then quickly
turned and hurried down the steps into the storm.

I called Bo inside and watched as Katie disappeared around the side of
the house. "It's been one hell of a day boy," I said to my very wet
dog. His only reaction was to shake himself, splattering water all
over me. I laughed and said, "I guess I deserved that." Before I went
into the house, I glanced over and saw the rain washing my sperm from
the screen. I shook my head and went inside.

Chapter 2

I didn't see Katie or Abigail for the rest of the week. I did make a
call to a friend who said he would check into Maria's boyfriend's
green card. As I was packing up to leave the classroom, I saw that one
of my students, Molly, was still sitting at her desk in the front of
the room. Molly was a pretty girl with almost white blond hair and
pale blue eyes. She was an average student who liked to wear loud
clothes to get attention. Not to mention that she always sat in the
front row wearing very short skirts.

"What's wrong Molly?"

"Mr. Adams, I'm lost."

I started to be sarcastic and ask if she needed a map but I said,
"It's only the end of the second week."

"I know but I'm not good in this philosophy stuff. All these Greek
names and such. I'm afraid I'm not going to pass and my Dad will kill
me."

"I think you are overreacting Molly." I saw her cross her legs,
showing me that she wasn't wearing nylons because I could see just the
hint of her panties under her smooth thigh. I felt a little tingle.

"Maybe I am, but I don't want to get behind. Can you help me?" She
batted her pretty eyes at me and turned a little to the side,
revealing even more of her thighs. She saw my eyes.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I wasn't sure how to handle this. Was
it appropriate for me to spend time with one student? I was reluctant
to ask Abigail. She already warned me about fraternizing with
students. "I don't know Molly. You should probably wait and see how
things go."

"Pleaseeee!" she whined with a pretty pout on her face. "If you could
just go to the library with me and show me how to do the research I
would be very grateful."

I'm a sucker, but I figured the library was safe enough. "All right."

"Oh thank you. When can we do it?"

I figured I would make it hard on her. "How about tonight at eleven
p.m.?"

I figured that since it was Friday night she would be partying and
wouldn't want to do it. I was wrong.

"Great. There will be less people there to disturb us."

I didn't like the sound of that and I was about to say that I had
changed my mind when suddenly my cell phone rang.

"See you at 11," Molly said as she rushed out of the room.

"But..." Before I could say anything more, she was gone. "Hello," I
said in an irritated tone.

"Do you always answer your telephone like that?"

It was Abigail. "No. I'm sorry."

"Having a bad day?"

"No, not really. Just a student problem."

"That's not unusual," she laughed. "I was wondering if you wanted to
go to dinner Saturday night?"

I didn't have any plans but I didn't have any money either since I
hadn't gotten paid yet. "Uh... I... don't know," I said reluctantly.

She understood my hesitance and said, "Don't worry, it's on me."

I felt my face turn red with embarrassment. I suddenly had a vision of
being a "kept" man. Still, it was a free meal from the boss. "All
right. Where do you want to go?"

"There's a five star restaurant at a new hotel in town and I've been
wanting to try it. I'll pick you up at seven?"

At least I wouldn't have to pay for a taxi to take us to the city.
"Okay. See you then."

"See you."

It was almost eleven p.m. when I walked into the library. I didn't
expect Molly to show up. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. When I
looked around I spotted her sitting at a table in the back. She waved
to me and I walked past the counter, saying hello to the two female
students that were handling the desk chores.

"Hi Mr. Adams,"

"Hi Sondra," I said to one of the pretty co-eds. She was in my
afternoon class.

"It's pretty late for you to be in the library isn't?"

"Yea, a special assignment," I laughed. "Not many people here on
Friday night huh?"

"Only the losers," Sondra said, and then added quickly, "Excluding you
Mr. Adams." A bright smile crossed her face.

I'm not sure I was an exception. "Yea, right!" I laughed and made my
way over to the table where Molly was sitting. She had a bunch of
books placed on the chairs and the table. The one empty chair was next
to her. As I sat down I glanced at her and saw that she was wearing a
tiny micro-mini skirt and a v-neck top. My eyes naturally traveled to
the exposed cleavage. Molly had a substantial chest. I know it sounds
like I'm a "boob" man, but I'm really not. Not that I mind large
breasts but I have never really had a preference. However, it seemed
like all of the girls I met at school (including one older woman) had
substantial chests. It must have been something in the water.

"All right, where do you want to start?" I asked looking at the stacks
of books.

"That's my problem; I don't know where to start," she said with a
pretty pout.

"Well, I think you have almost every book in the library on
philosophy. Let's pick out a couple first." I searched through the
books and couldn't find any that I wanted. "Let's go and look for a
couple." I went to the philosophy section with Molly following behind.
I want one called "Philosopher's in Time," by Roger Joyce.

I was searching for the name when I saw Molly squat. I looked down and
almost gasped. As she squatted, her leg's naturally opened. I could
see that she wasn't wearing panties. It was obvious that she was a
blond. Her pubic hair was almost white like the hair on her head.
There was enough light that I could even see the inner lips of her
vagina. When my eyes met hers I saw that she was watching me look
between her legs. "Uh... uh... let's start with this one," I
stuttered, quickly pulling a book from the shelf. It wasn't the one
that I had been looking for but I wanted to get out of the deserted
isle.

When I returned to the table, I could feel sweat beading on my brow. I
sat down and opened the book. Molly leaned close, her breast grazing
my arm. I nervously cleared my throat and began to go though some of
the material.

Molly acted like she was listening but I think it was farce. As the
evening wore on, I felt more and more pressure on my arm until her
breast was practically flattened against my forearm. It was impossible
for me to deny that she was coming on to me. However, just as I began
to say something to discourage her, Molly boldly reached over and
grabbed my thigh. I jumped, looked at her and then toward the counter.
I saw that the two girls busy on their cell phones. "Molly," I said,
trying to sound authoritative. Then, I reached down and grabbed her
hand, taking it off my thigh. I felt my penis twitch.

"Sorry," she said with her eyes twinkling mischievously. She began to
twirl a blond curl in her finger. Then, she acted like she was
listening again. A few minutes later, out of the blue, Molly turned to
me and pushed her arms together on the sides of her breasts, forcing a
substantial amount of flesh above her top and said, "Do you think my
breasts are too big?"

I naturally looked. "Molly..." I said like a reprimand.

She could see that I was flustered and she reached over and grasped my
thigh again, this time, inches from my crotch.

I sat frozen in my chair as her hand began to move. For whatever
reason, fear or excitement, I was paralyzed as her fingers slowly
moved the several inches until suddenly she was grasping my hard
penis. I sucked in my breath and my eyes opened wide.

"I believe you are thinking about something other than philosophy,"
Molly whispered and squeezed my pulsing penis. "However, I could be
wrong." She moved her hand on the bulge in my pants as if to see if it
was real. "Let me see it."

"Molly, this is nuts," I gasped as she reached for my zipper.

"No, these are nuts," she giggled as she cupped by squirming testicles
through my pants. With a rapid movement of her fingers she pulled my
zipper down. She had obviously done this before.

This is nuts! my mind screamed. Still I did nothing to stop her as she
reached inside. "Oh God," I moaned.

"Mmmmm," Molly responded as her fingers circled my shaft. Then she
abruptly pulled her hand out of my pants and said in a louder tone
than necessary, "I think I saw the book we were looking for on a shelf
in the back." With that the young girl grabbed my hand and pulled me
out of the chair. My zipper was still down, as she led me through the
tall rows of books again.

I followed like I had no control over my movements. In fact, at that
moment, I didn't. I was thinking with my penis.

When we reached the end of a row Molly stopped and turned to me.
Without missing a beat she knelt at my feet and reached for my open
zipper again.

"Molly, this is crazy, there are two girls at the desk," I hissed with
panic in my voice. I knew that there were other people in the library
but I was more concerned with the girls at the front desk for some
reason.

"Don't worry, they're friends," she whispered as her hand went inside
my pants, then added, "They will keep a look out for me. I've done the
same for them."

It was obvious that this was a conspiracy and that Molly had planned
it all. I had fallen for it. I was such a sucker!

"Oh my," Molly gasped as she wrapped her hand around my penis again.

I moaned in spite of my fear.

"Very nice Mr. Adams," Molly smiled as she pulled my tool from my
pants and held it inches from her face. She looked up at me with an
almost innocent look.

I was too shocked to speak. I swallowed hard and looked back at the
pretty, blue-eyed coed.

"I really need a passing grade in philosophy Mr. Adams." She pulled my
penis downward and blew warm air on the pulsing head.

Suddenly I wanted to grab her head and force my penis down her throat.
Instead I pushed my hips out at her. However, she pulled back.

"I'm only looking for a guaranteed "C."

Hell, it was only one student and she would have probably gotten a C
anyway. I debated for about three seconds before I shook my head up
and down. And, just like that I had compromised my principles.
Obviously my principles hadn't been that strong in the first place.

Molly smiled brightly and opened her mouth to take me inside. 

I moaned quietly as I watched the pretty teenager's lips wrap around
the head of my penis. She began to suck. I reached for her soft hair
and guided her mouth on my pulsing tool. She swirled her tongue on the
head and jerked the shaft like an expert. I could hear her moaning
deep in her throat.

After a few sucks, Molly pulled away and held my penis up. She stuck
out her tongue and began to lick it like a lollipop. "Molly... lolli,"
I thought. I was sure that I would never forget her name now.

I watched the young girl lick and then suck me until I couldn't take
anymore. The risky nature of the encounter was bringing me to a peak
much sooner than normal. However, maybe I just wanted to get it over
with. Either way, I could feel the sperm churning in my balls and I
knew that my release was close. When my hips began to move faster,
Molly pulled away.

She looked up at me and said, "Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my
tits."

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I had never had a girl ask me
that before. In fact, I had never cum on a girl's breasts before.

When I didn't answer Molly said, "No matter, we can do both." With
that she put her mouth back on me and reached down to pull her top up,
freeing her breasts.

Then I watched as she pulled my dripping penis from her mouth and
knelt up on her knees. She was smiling as she wrapped her soft breasts
around my shaft until only the head was visible. Then she began to
move her breasts up and down, taking my penis into her mouth each time
it appeared from between the soft orbs. "Oh Jesus," I moaned as my
excitement grew. "Molly, Molly," I gasped in warning. She moaned again
and moved faster.

"Oh Godddddd!!!" I groaned as quietly as possible. Suddenly, I felt my
juice rushing up the shaft. Two quick spurts of sperm entered her
mouth before she abruptly pulled the squirting head out. The next
squirt hit her in the face, bringing a squeal of delight from her
lips. The next several arched upward, landing on her breasts before
streaming between the valley and around my still thrusting penis.

Soon my shaft was coated with sperm and the valley between her breasts
was a sticky mess. When Molly finally let go of my penis, I staggered
back against the bookshelf. I watched as she casually got up and
pulled her top over her cum smeared breasts. My cum was running down
her cheek.

"I think I need a Kleenex."

"Oh..." I said when I realized she wanted me to go get it. I pushed my
penis back into my pants, zipped up and hurried back to the desk. I
found a Kleenex in her bag and glanced at the girls at the front desk.
Neither seemed to be paying attention to me. I picked up a couple of
books like I was returning them to the shelf and headed back to Molly.

Molly wiped her face and dabbed at some of my juice on her chest. When
she was sufficiently cleaned up, we went back out to retrieved the
books and put them back. Then we straightened up the table and
replaced the chairs. Neither one of us spoke. I didn't know what to
say anyway.

Molly suggested that she leave first and I agreed. I watched as she
stopped at the counter and said something to her two friends. I saw
them turn quickly and look at me. I felt a cold chill run down my
spine.

A few minutes later I walked past the desk and said good night to the
girls. Sondra smiled and said, "Thanks for coming Mr. Adams." Both
girls giggled.

Did she emphasize the word "coming," I wondered? Then, I called myself
every synonym for stupid that I could think of as I headed home.


continue...

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