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Herman's Revenge (MF, work, affair)
by Anonymous (c) 1993


     Unlike most of life, in the case of Clarissa and Alex's
tryst in his office, reality proved better than fantasy.
Practicality, however, suggested that crashing almost an entire
lab of computers (the PC's were unscathed) was not the best
course of action to reach sexual ecstasy on a regular basis.
Fortunately, Alex's department had a key for a little used
conference room in the library. It was small, with nice pile
rugs, and best of all, located in a part of the library that was
rarely frequented. So life continued in a rather pleasant fashion
for them both.
     As far as the 12 Macs which had suffered from that rather
sudden viral flu, they seemed to make a swift spontaneous
recovery. In the weeks that followed, they both would often break
out in laughter when they remembered the frenzy Clarissa's little
joke had caused Herman, the lab director. Since nothing even near
permanent damage was done, the incident began to fade into the
past. So Clarissa was a little taken aback when she received
Herman's email message.
     First of all, no one on the East coast knew her email
address, except Alex and she was sure he had not given it to
Herman. Also the tone of the message gave her a little start.
     "TO: Clarissa Stone
     FROM: Herman Jejune
     Please see me in the lab at 4:00, Thursday."
     Of course, she would go. Since her sudden interest in Macs,
her relationship with Herman had improved immensely. He was not
really a bad sort, but rather one who fleshed out the definition
of 'computer nerd.' Rumor had it that he was gay. Having a sixth,
seventh and even eighth sense about these things, though,
Clarissa didn't think so.
     Being a happy-go-lucky type person she didn't give it too
much thought after the initial message. That is until Thursday
arrived and she saw Alex standing wordlessly in the lab next to
Herman.
     "You probably are wondering why we are all gathered here
today."
     Suppressing a groan, Alex looked at Clarissa nervously.
Seeing that his attempt at humor had once again fallen flat,
Herman got straight to the point.
     "I know that you were responsible for what happened to my
Macs. I also know what you were doing in Alex's office on that
day and what you are continuing to do in room 302 in the
library."
     Because the lab caper was entirely her doing, she was
surprised at Alex's answer.
     "It was really only a little joke. I really didn't mean any
harm."
     Instead of the usual twinge in her twat, hearing his gallant
words made her feel a tug elsewhere.
     Herman wasn't buying any sort of apology, though. He
continued recounting the university's policy about fornication on
campus. Until this point, Clarissa didn't even know they had one.
Her mind started drifting to visions of her and Alex standing on
unemployment lines. Herman's next words brought her quickly back
to earth.
     "I also know that you are both married, however, not to each
other."
     Chivalry or not, she decided to take the bull by the horns.
"What do you want?"
     Knowing that he had the upper hand, he quickly retorted, "So
glad you finally asked." His bravura quickly faded when his
explanation actually began.
     After a lot of uhs, and you-knows they found out that Herman
did indeed like women, very much so. His problem was that he
couldn't get it up.
     "In exchange for my silence, I would like the two of you to
give me a little lesson on how it's done. To insure you use your
best teaching methods, I will add that if I don't get an erection
while watching, I will have to inform all parties about your
activities. I noted that Wednesday afternoon is the usual time
for your rendezvous in the library, so I have scheduled a private
seminar in the lab next week. I trust that you will be there."
     With these words, they departed. Alex was the first to break
the silence.
     "The little fucker is blackmailing us."
     "Yeah, it sure looks that way, but it doesn't seem like we
have much choice. I guess we've just got to go with the flow."
     Despite her upbeat remarks to Alex, Clarissa did not take
the upcoming task at hand lightly. One did not have to be a
psychologist to see that Herman had deep seated problems that
required serious measures to correct them.
     She began that very night by urging her not unwilling
husband to shave her twat until it was virgin clean. With the
outside pristine, she demanded that the same be done for the
interior. This of course had to be repeated to insure absolute
cleanliness (and horniness) for the Wednesday to come, following
her personal maximum, "The more, the better".
     When the showdown Wednesday finally arrived, Clarissa
dressed to meet the challenge. Although Alex never paid attention
to anything she wore, Clarissa woke up the 30 minutes earlier to
dress for Herman. She began with a low cut lacy black bra and a
matching black garter belt and stockings. Next came a sheer black
silk sleeveless top and a short tight black skirt. So her
students wouldn't be unduly distracted, she topped her outfit
with a long white linen jacket. Though this was definitely
blackmail, she thought it might be kind of fun.
     She was the first to arrive in the lab. In his typical style
of humor, Herman had all the lights turned off and the Macs
turned on with an array of fish swimming on their screens.
     Although Clarissa most admired Alex with his clothes off,
she was impressed when he entered the lab. Running her eyes over
his tight black jeans and t-shirt, she almost forgot their
ultimate purpose. Only Herman had not altered his attire for the
occasion. He was dressed, as usual, in typical nerd fashion--
brown shoes with blue socks, dark green slacks, and a light blue
dress shirt worn over a plain white undershirt. The shirt pocket
contained at least a half dozen writing implements, including a
couple of cheap .5 mm lead pencils, and a few felt pens in
various colors.
     Although there were no set directions, they still felt like
actors on a stage. With grace, Alex removed her jacket. They had
both rehearsed this role in some form before. As he brushed her
shoulder an electric current began to run through her body.
Slowly the buttons of her top began to become undone. She glanced
at Herman and saw his hands sitting in his lap. She turned to
Herman and said "You've gotta take yours off too, you know. I
want to see when you get it up. And just so we know what is
possible, I need to know if your impotence is biological or
psychological."
     At this Herman blushed. He removed his shoes and said
"Psychological". He removed his pants (to reveal plain white
boxer shorts) and said "The doctors used stamps to verify that
nothing is physically wrong." He removed his shirt. "Mine is a
long and sad tale! said Herman, turning to Clarissa and sighing.
     "It is a sad tail, certainly," said Clarissa, looking down
at Herman's 'tail', "But I don't see why you call it a long one!"
     Herman completely missed this literary reference, and
continued to relate how, as a child, he had walked into his
parent's bedroom to find his mother engaged in some
non-understandable act with the TV repair man. "The repair man's
Thing was so big, and Mom was screaming so, it frightened me, and
I just have never gotten it up".
     By now, Clarissa was in her silky, slinky underwear, and she
started to remove Alex's clothes. First his t-shirt (he had
somehow removed his shoes already). As her hands started their
journey to his belt, she paused to caress his right nipple with
her tongue. "I hope it gets better than this" said Herman. "Aw,
take it easy" Alex replied, "You've gotta start these things
slowly. I can see you have a lot to learn." Getting right on with
the lesson, Alex's right hand started to massage Clarissa's left
breast, which caused her nipple to strain against her bra. "For
example, if I were to squeeze this nipple now, Clarissa would
hurt, but in 20 minutes or so, it might be the sensation that
brings her over the edge."
     Clarissa's hands remained busy throughout this exchange,
unbuckling Alex's belt and pants. She gave a pull, and the pants
fell to the floor. A small step, and Alex was freed from their
restraint. But much to Clarissa's surprise, Alex was as flaccid
as Herman.
     "Gee, I've never seen you soft BEFORE you cum." Alex seemed
a bit embarrassed, and muttered something about being nervous
about the whole thing.
     Herman said "Why are you nervous? There's nothing to worry
about, it's just your career and future riding on this
performance."
     "Thanks", Alex replied. Realizing that something had to be
done about this, Clarissa grasped Alex's member in one hand and
start to kiss the head. A little gentle sucking, and she could
feel him start to rise.
     "Not too nervous, I see". As he started to rise, in little
jerks timed to his pulse, she realized that going too far could
be a mistake. After all, if Alex came before Herman got it up,
they were both sunk. So she raised her head, only to have her
train of thought interrupted by Herman.
     "Come on! Stick it in already!".
     "Chill!" said Alex. "I'm not ready, and neither is she.
First, Clarissa has to be warmed up. Haven't you ever heard of
foreplay?" A short pause ensued, while Alex and Clarissa kissed
for a bit, paying special attention to tongue and mouth games.
Then, "Say, you do know enough about female anatomy to follow
what we're about to do? I thought not. Clarissa, sit on the table
please." So she jumped up onto the table. "Spread your legs and
face Herman so we can show him what's going on." Not
unreluctantly she exposed herself to Herman, and by the look on
his face she knew he'd never had a good look at a woman's crotch
before. Alex sat next to her, took his right hand, and spread her
nether lips apart.
     "This, Herman, is the gateway to mutual pleasure. As I'm
sure even you know, this is a vagina" he said as he apparently
absent mindedly stroked my slit. Try as she may she could not
stop the shudder that began in her cunt from overtaking the rest
of her body. #1 did not go unnoticed by Herman.
     Taking a quick glance she noticed that although his right
hand still had not penetrated his boxers, there was a definite
pertrubance. Encouraged, she gave him a little wiggle and a wink.
Being watched was a definite turn on!
     Alex too was warming up to the subject. In his most
professorial voice he again addressed Herman. "And this", teasing
her clit with his other hand, "is a clit-- possibly the most
sensitive part of a woman's body." As if on cue, when he touched
it, she began to writhe and feel another tingle of more promising
things to cum. "You can rub it, and lick it, and suck it" he
said, and continuing the sentence, Clarissa added "and it feels
GOOD".
     "Notice also", the professorial voice continued, "This area
below the slit, sometimes called a 'taint (as it 'taint pussy,
'taint ass). Very sensitive on some women, including our lovely
model here."
     To add video to the audio part of his lecture Alex began to
illustrate these three techniques. With a long lick, he started
above her clit and slid all the way down her slit. He repeated
this a few times, burrowing his tongue a bit deeper into her hole
and stopping a bit lower each time. After her whole crotch was
cleaned, and Alex took a nibble of her 'taint. His mouth then
moved back up to her clit, brushing it back and forth with his
tongue, while one finger burrowed deep into her and started to
rub the magic spot inside, and another lightly caressed her
pucker hole. In retaliation, she got some spit on a finger and
started to play with Alex's hole. Until this point, she had
remained fairly silent (for Clarissa, at least), but the
combination of tongue and fingers reached the point that she
could bear it no longer and she screamed.
     Perhaps it  was a flashback to the TV repair man, but Herman
came running over and began to gently caress her breasts. His
gesture was sweet, but what she wanted at that moment was a big
hard cock filling her void.
     Muttering something about how that was not part of the deal,
Alex gave Herman a rather rude shove. If reason had ruled at all
in this venture, it would probably not have taken place. But at
this point at least two of the three participants were well into
the advanced throes of passion, and the third was at least confused.
     "Well Herman, I see we're starting to have some effect on
you" Alex said as he repositioned himself. Taking a nipple into
his mouth, he started to work his rigid rod into her longing
hole. Literally blinded by passion, her arm flew out and hit
Herman on the belly. She was about to mumble an apology (she was
a well trained child), when her hand slipped down to rest on his
now nearly erect member. Herman grunted. Without too much
thought, she dragged Herman by his handle so that he was standing
near her head. When she turned, his balls were at table height,
so she started to lick them. Herman moaned. Alex was pumping away
full blast, long strokes that ended with his dick buried deep in
he twat, while one hand rubbed her clit and another rubbed her
ass. What could be better? And then she knew. She grabbed
Herman's shaft and sucked his head into her mouth. Her second
orgasm found her with Alex's dick clamped in her cunt, his pinkie
in her butt, and her hand around  Herman's dick. She could
control neither her moans nor her drooling as she tasted a drop
of Herman's precum. Alex, realizing that they had 'won', started
to pump so fast it felt like a powerful vibrator, and her next
orgasm was soon followed by a fourth. Herman was rocking his hips
so furiously that his cock slid effortlessly back and forth in
her spit soaked hand and mouth. As he bent down to suck my free
tittie, he murmured something like "Now I see, Mommy." With a
much less intelligible cry coming from Alex, she could feel him
shooting his hot load deep inside her at the same time as she
tasted Herman's jism shoot into her mouth. .
     Besides being one horny bastard, Herman proved to be good to
his word. No mention was ever made about their afternoon menage a
trois nor were there any future references made to university
regulations. In fact, Herman reverted to his previous behavior
and just treated them as two more DOS phreaks. This hurt her a
little as she thought they had showed him a pretty good time. As
much as he definitely wanted to ignore her, Clarissa still kept
her eye on him. Now, however,instead of moving little pictures of
disks in and out of garbage cans, she noticed that he was
spending the better part of his working day, admiring the ass of
his new assistant, a young oriental girl named Yoon Shin.
     Mutually deciding that Herman's lips were definitely sealed
she and Alex resumed their weekly meetings in the library. A few
weeks later, just as he was about to open the door, they heard a
thud. Listening more closely, they realized someone else was
using the room for the same purpose they intended. They agreed to
wait behind the stacks. Hardly a likely ruse, nevertheless,
Clarissa pretended to browse through a copy of Lambeck and
Scott's Introduction to Higher Order Categorical Logic. After a
few minutes, Yoon Shin opened the door and skipped lightly out,
smoothing her skirt and smiling. A minute later the door opened
again. Out pranced Herman, smiling like the cat who ate the
canary. He looked around, spotted us behind the shelving, and
gave us his best college try at a wink.
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