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                        The 'ABC' Plan 2: Marathon Record
                        by Clint Kalmkren
                        Copyright 2002
                        kalmkren@yahoo.com

        This sexually explicit story is intended for adults only.  
Copies and redistribution are authorized, but no kind of fee is
permitted.  The following is a work of pure fiction.  Any resemblance to
real characters or events is coincidental.  This story is a sequel to:
www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/35380
In real life, I do not condone coercion of a subordinate for sex,
bartering sexual favors, or unprotected sex between strangers.  However,
I do find those things fun to fantasize about.


				Chapter 1

	I checked my watch as I rushed across campus.  8:25!  The professor 
had told me to meet him at 8:30!  I had to hurry, but I really couldn't 
run in that outfit.  My sandals had heels, and although they looked 
really cute, they weren't that easy to walk in, much less run.  Also, my 
miniskirt was short and tight, and it would ride up my legs if I tried 
to run, so I just had to walk as fast as I could.  When I got to the 
Math Building, I decided to take the stairs, because Prof. Sharpe's 
office is only on the second floor, so it was faster than waiting for 
the elevator.  I didn't want anybody to notice me, and the rear stairs 
would probably be empty in the middle of a class period.  When I got to 
the second floor, I glanced up and down the hall to see who might be 
looking.  There were a couple of girls walking away from me about half 
way down the hall, but they didn't turn around.  I slipped quietly into 
an alcove of offices, and stepped up to Prof. Sharpe's door.

	I stopped for a moment to take a few deep breathes, and make sure 
my clothes were straight.  I tugged the hem of my skirt down a little, 
and brushed a few stray hairs away from my face.  I wished I could check 
my lipstick, but I didn't have time.  Well, here goes! I thought as I 
knocked on the door.

	"Come in!" called the professor's voice through the door.

	I slipped through the door, and closed it behind me.  Prof. Sharpe 
stood behind his desk, smiling at me.  I smiled back, and just said 
"Hi!"  I was nervous and excited, curious why he had asked me to meet 
him in his office that morning.

	His eyes scanned down my body to my bare toes, then slowly back up 
my legs, pausing at the bottom of my short skirt.  Then he continued his 
gaze up to my shirt, and stared for a moment.  I felt a little awkward, 
and glanced down.  I was wearing a tight T-shirt with no bra.  My 
nipples were hard and pointy, poking out from my breasts.  I blushed a 
little when I realized he was staring at my boobs, which were clearly 
outlined by the tight shirt.  I quickly looked up at him again, and 
tried to catch his eyes with a bigger smile.

	He came up to me, with a look of lust in his eyes.  Kissing me, he 
said, "We have to get started, we've got a long day ahead of us!"  I had 
no clue what he was talking about.

	He reached behind me, and locked the door.  Then he walked me over 
to the front of his desk, and said, "Lean over."  Facing the desk, I 
bent over, and pressed my cheek and chest on the smooth, hard desktop.  
I felt vulnerable bowed over like that, with my little skirt barely 
covering my ass.  Then his hands started pulling up the skirt, wiggling 
it up over my butt cheeks, exposing my panties.  My heart pounded 
against the desk as he grabbed the panties, and pulled them all the way 
down to my ankles.  "Step out of them," he told me, and I lifted one 
high-heeled sandal up so he could pull the panties off.  He just left 
them dangling around my other ankle.  "Spread your legs apart," he 
ordered next.  Bent over the desk, I couldn't see him behind me, but I 
knew he was kneeling just behind my naked butt.  My hips were higher 
than my head, so my pussy was completely exposed between my spread legs.  
I could almost feel his eyes burning into it from a few inches away.  My 
legs started to tremble a little.

	Prof. Sharpe put both hands on my butt cheeks, and spread them wide 
open.  I startled when something wet drew up the line between my pussy 
lips.  It was his tongue!  He licked back and forth a few times, forcing 
my labia open with long, hard strokes of his tongue.  Oh God!  What was 
he doing here in the office?  Somebody could come in anytime, and the 
first thing they'd see would be my bare ass and pussy waiving at them!

	Well, they really wouldn't see my pussy, I realized ironically, 
because Prof. Sharpe's mouth was planted firmly on it!  He pushed his 
tongue deep up into my vagina, and started wiggling it all around in 
there.  It felt really naughty, but I was too alarmed about the 
situation to enjoy it much.  He kept at it, fucking me with his tongue, 
and suddenly I wished something would touch my clit.  Maybe I should rub 
myself? I wondered.

	Abruptly, he stopped, and stood up.  I heard the jingle of his belt 
buckle, and the sound of his zipper.  Oh God! I realized, he's going to 
fuck me!  Sure enough, I immediately felt the head of his cock pressing 
into the entrance of my cunt.  He grasped both my hips, and pushed part-
way in.  Despite his licking, I wasn't really wet inside yet.  He 
started giving small thrusts that forced his prick deeper and deeper 
into me.  There was a lot of friction as the head of his dick rubbed in 
and out of my cunt.  Each of his strokes seemed to fill me fuller as he 
shoved more and more of his cock into me.

	I got wetter, and he began sliding in and out more easily.  He 
started banging me faster, and I could feel the zipper of his pants 
brush my leg every time he slammed into me.  I braced myself against the 
desk, and noticed I was breathing hard, pressing my breasts flat on the 
desk through my thin T-shirt.  I could hear Prof. Sharpe breathing hard 
too as he fucked me.

	His cock felt so big in my pussy!  I loved the sensation of it 
sliding out, then ramming in to fill me up!  If only something was 
rubbing my clit! I wished.  Just then, he said, "Squeeze me tighter!"  I 
didn't know exactly how to do that, so I tried tensing the muscles I use 
to pee.  My cunt contracted, and I grunted with the effort.  Suddenly, 
he slammed as deep as he could into me and stopped, lifting me up on 
tip-toes.  "Uh! Oh!" he gasped loudly.  I realized he was coming.  
Apparently it was good for him, because he kept grinding his hips into 
my butt and gasping, with his cock buried deep inside me.  I imaged that 
each grunt he made was accompanied by another squirt of cum in my cunt.

	That was quick! I thought to myself.  What about me?  I was just 
starting to get aroused.  It's not like we had much foreplay or 
anything!  My arm lay beside my face on the desk, and I read my watch.  
8:42.  That had to be my shortest fuck on record, I smirked silently.  I 
have had a string of sorry boyfriends who haven't turned me on very 
well, but this took the cake.

	It was okay for him to come in my pussy.  I'm on The Pill.  I'm 
glad he enjoyed fucking me so much that it made him come.  I just wished 
we could have done it someplace more comfortable, and he could have 
taken the time to get me off too.

	Prof. Sharpe pulled his wet dick out of me with a small slurp, and 
I started to straighten up.  "No, stay down for a moment!" he ordered 
me.  Okay, now what? I wondered as I lay back on the desk.  My pussy 
felt wet and very empty.  I wished could have come too!  Suddenly, 
something cool, smooth, and hard pushed into my vagina.  I tried to look 
back to see what it was, but I couldn't.  It wasn't his cock, but it 
felt about the same size.

	"What's that?" I asked.

	"A dildo," he replied.  "I want you to leave it in there until I 
take it out," he instructed.  He knelt down, and slipped my free foot 
back into the panties.  Then he pulled them all the way up until they 
were snug on my crotch and butt.  He tugged my skirt back down, and told 
me to stand up.  I turned around to face him, and saw that his pants 
were still pulled down to his knees.  His slimy penis hung limply under 
a frizzy clump of pubic hair.

	"Clean me up!" he ordered.  I flinched inwardly.  I understood what 
he meant, but I thought it was gross.  Reluctantly, I knelt, and the 
dildo pushed inside me as I bent my legs to squat down.  He thrust his 
shriveled dick in my face.  There was a white ring of cum just behind 
the little rim around the head of his prick, and another white glob 
oozed at the tip.  I started licking it off, but he commanded, "Suck 
it!", so I took the whole thing in my mouth, and rolled my tongue around 
it to wipe it off.  I don't like the taste of cum.  It's better when I 
blow a guy, because I do like it when I get a guy so aroused I make him 
come.  This justed tasted slimy and musky.

	When I stood up, he gave me a hard, open-mouthed kiss.  I'm sure he 
could taste the cum, because it still coated my mouth.  He released me, 
and pulled up his pants.  "I have to lecture at 9:00 in room 112," he 
said.  "I want you to come to my class, and sit in the front row.  After 
class, I want to meet you again, but this time come to room 432, not my 
office.  Got it?"  I nodded dumbly.  He turned back to the desk, and I 
unlocked the door, and let myself out.



	I wandered down to the lecture room just as the halls began filling 
with students between class periods.  Walking with the dildo stuck up 
between my legs felt weird.  I knew nobody could see it, but I worried 
that it made me walk funny.  I also felt flushed from just getting 
fucked, and I hoped no one would notice.  The first row of seats was 
empty, and I sat down.  My skirt is so short, I have to cross my legs 
when I'm sitting in it, or someone can can see right up the little gap 
between the hem and my legs.  When I crossed my legs, it squeezed the 
dildo inside my pussy, and I had to resist squirming.  My cunt was moist 
and swollen, and I was very horny.  I fantisized about rubbing myself 
with a finger, but that just made things worse.

	Prof. Sharpe came in, and the hubbub of conversations behind me 
died down.  While he lectured, I tried to look like I was paying 
attention, but I wasn't.  I kept fidgeting, because I couldn't sit 
comfortably with the heat burning between my legs.

	How did I get into this situation?  It was my own fault.  I had 
begged for it.  It had started several weeks before.  I was taking 
calculus from Prof. Sharpe, and doing terrible.  He's a good teacher -- 
it wasn't his fault.  I have never been a math wiz, but I really got 
stuck in calculus.  I tried putting in more and more time, but that 
didn't help, and I started doing bad in my other classes too.  Prof. 
Sharpe was really great.  He let me come to his office after class to 
get extra help.  He was so kind and patient, and he's handsome too!  My 
love life was in the pits, and I started dreaming about what it would be 
like with the professor.  He wears a wedding ring, so I knew we could 
never go out on dates or anything, but he became the center of my 
fantasies.  After I flunked the second calculus midterm, I got 
desperate.  The sophmore year of college has been a lot harder than the 
freshman year.  I was already on academic probation, and they would kick 
me out if I flunked calculus this semester.  I got an idea that would 
solve my problems and satisfy my fantasies too, if I had the nerve to 
try it.  I had been feeling depressed since my boyfriend dropped me last 
semester, and my life was at rock bottom, so I decided I had nothing to 
lose.  I have never been the kind of girl to come on to a guy, but one 
day I walked into Prof. Sharpe's office, and asked if I could do 
anything special for him to get a passing grade.  He told me he has an 
"ABC" plan, and if I had sex with him three times, he'd give me an "A".  
I had to do it, but he wanted to do way more than I expected.  "'A' 
stands for ass, 'B' stands for blowjob, 'C' stands for cunt," he told 
me.  He wanted to come in my ass, my mouth, and my cunt, and I had to 
obey everything he told me.  I was hoping he would be more romantic 
about it, but this was just for sex he said.  He came to my apartment 
three Wednesday nights in a row and we had sex.  We did "B" the first 
time, "C" the second, and he saved "A" for the last.  Before the dates, 
I was really nervous, but it was great!  He acted macho and 
businesslike, but underneath that act, I know cares about me.  It's just 
that he doesn't want me to get hurt.  He is a fantastic lover, and I had 
the best sex in my life!  I really like being his plaything, because I 
know exactly what my role is: I just let him call the shots.  He takes 
care of me, and makes me do kinky things that are really fun.  After the 
three times, he gave me my "A", and wanted to call it quits.  I begged 
him to continue: I told him I would do anything he asked.  He said no, 
and I spent the last week feeling really down, even if I do have 
calculus off my back now.

	Last night was Tuesday, and he called me at home.  "Do you still 
want to continue the affair?" he asked.

	"Yes!"  I was so surprised and happy!

	"Will you obey everything I ask you to do?"

	"Yes," I told him, "as long as you don't hurt me."

	"Okay," he said, "I want you to meet me in my office tomorrow 
morning at 8:30.  You should wear your shortest skirt, and the black 
sandals with the heels," he continued.  "Wear panties, but no stockings, 
and a tight top that shows off your tits.  Don't wear a bra.  And put 
your hair in a ponytail."  For some reason I don't understand, he likes 
me in a ponytail.  I don't usually wear my hair that way, but it looks 
okay, and I'll do it for him.

	He didn't say what we would do together, so I had no idea what to 
expect.  I thought we would probably fuck Wedsnesday evening in my 
apartment, like we had before.  I hadn't expected him to screw me like a 
dog in his office at 8:30 in the morning!  Suddenly, I jolted back to 
the present.  Class was over, and all the students were leaving.  Now I 
was supposed to meet him in room 432, whereever that was.  What was 
there, and what would he do with me next? I wondered as I walked out.


				Chapter 2

	I was tempted to stop in the girls' room and check out what the 
dildo looked like.  I even thought about frigging myself off in a stall.  
But Prof. Sharpe told me to meet him right after class, and I itched 
with desire to see him again.  I wanted his cock, not my finger!  The 
fourth floor was deserted, and room 432 was at the end of a dimly lit 
side corridor.  The nameplate read Prof. Schultz.  Who is he? I 
wondered.  I hope he doesn't answer the door, and ask me what I'm doing 
here!  I knocked, but there was no answer, so I tried the door handle, 
and it opened.  Inside was a professor's office.  It had a closed-in 
smell, like nobody had been in there for months.  The door opened behind 
me, and I jumped, afraid to be caught where I didn't belong.  I was 
relieved to see it was Prof. Sharpe.

	"How did you like today's lecture?" he said as he locked the door.

	"Fine," I replied.  I didn't want to admit I had paid no attention.  
"Who is Prof. Schultz?" I asked, to steer the converation away from 
calculus.

	"He's dead," Prof. Sharpe replied.  "After he retired, they gave 
him this upstairs office, but he died last fall.  Nobody will bother us 
up here, and we can make a little more noise than we could in my 
office."

	He walked over to the desk.  "Sit down," he said, indicating the 
chair just in front of him.  As I sat, he undid his pants and pulled 
them down.  His soft penis drooped downward before my face.  "Suck it," 
he ordered.  No chit-chat today I guess!  I lifted up his prick between 
my fingers, and swirled my tongue around the head of it.  Then I took it 
all into my mouth, pressing my face into his pubic hair.  After rolling 
my tongue around it for a while, I just started sucking hard.  It grew 
fatter and longer in my mouth.  I cradled his testicles delicately, 
feeling his balls through the skin of his scrotum.  When his prick 
expanded into the back of my mouth, I started sliding my head back and 
forth.  He settled his butt back against the desk and relaxed.  His cock 
was full-sized now, stretching my lips to encircle it.

	He grabbed my head with his hands, and pushed my mouth off his 
penis.  "Show me your tits," he said, looking down over his wet, 
engorged cock.  I pulled my T-shirt over my head, exposing my breasts.  
My nipples were pointy again.  He reached down and squeezed a tit with 
one of his strong hands.  "Cross your legs," he ordered me next.  He 
must have known that this would squeeze my pussy on the dildo.  "Now 
blow me," he commanded, letting go of my tit and poking his prick back 
in my face.

	I did it the way he taught me on our first date.  I cupped his 
balls in one hand, and wrapped the other around his shaft.  Then I 
sucked in the head of his dick, and started sliding my mouth and hand 
together.  The first time I did it, he told me to imagine my mouth was 
my cunt, and think how his cock would feel sliding in and out of it.  
Now I had the dildo stuck up my cunt, and the combination of it between 
my legs and Prof. Sharpe's prick in my mouth was driving me crazy!  
Every time the bulbous head of his cock slid back into my mouth, my 
pussy tightened on the dildo.  A wave of horniness washed over me, 
drowning out everything except the sensations in my mouth and pussy.  I 
wondered how soon he would come in my mouth.

	Suddenly, he stopped me again, and pulled me up standing.  Snapping 
back to the reality of the office, I felt a little dizzy after my head 
stopped pumping back and forth.  He pulled my skirt up to my hips, and 
then dragged my panties down my legs.  This time I stepped completely 
out of them.  "Sit on the desk," he told me, then "Lay back."  As I lay 
on my back on the desk, and he pulled my legs up and folded my knees 
against my breasts.  My naked cunt was spread open before him, with the 
tip of the dildo poking out.  He slid it out of my pussy, and laid it on 
the desk beside me.  Just as my cunt contracted tight around the empty 
place the dildo had filled, he shoved his cock in to replace it.

	Oh yes!  Finally, his cock filled my feverish pussy!  Prof. Sharpe 
leaned over me, and started fucking hard.  I felt my excitement soaring, 
zooming out of control.  Little, involuntary jerks seized different 
parts of my body, and the focus of my world shrank to the piston 
pounding in my vagina.  "Ohhhh!" I cried out as I came violently.  He 
just kept pounding, and I just kept coming.  With other guys, I often 
have trouble coming, but Prof. Sharpe makes me come so hard I cry out 
really loud!  My cunt clamped down so tight I thought I would cut off 
his dick inside me.  And then he slammed into me one final time, and 
joined my gasping cries.

	"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" he grunted as he came inside me.  Then he just 
slumped on top of me, breathing hard, his prick still buried in me.  
After a couple of minutes, he put his mouth on mine, and gave me a long, 
tender kiss.  He really does like me, even if he acts all business most 
of the time, I told myself.  I recalled his swollen cock in my mouth as 
he massaged my lips and tongue with his mouth.  I was kind of dreamy 
after my orgasm, and it was nice to have his strong, warm body pressing 
down on me.

	Finally, he raised up and pulled his cock out of me.  I still felt 
flushed and very wet down there.  He plucked the dildo off the desk, and 
I got a brief glimpse of it before he stuck it back into my pussy.  It 
was a pink torpedo about 5 inches long and 2 inches wide, rounded on 
both ends.  White goo clung to one end, which I realized must be his cum 
from inside me.  Was I going to have to wear this thing all day? I 
wondered.  Just before I started to sit up, Prof. Sharpe gave the end of 
the dildo a twist.  A warm vibration started between my legs.  It was a 
vibrator!  I could just barely hear a little mechanical hum.  He poked 
it a little deeper up into my vagina, so my pussy lips closed in front 
of it.  Then I couldn't hear it anymore, but it felt like a miniature 
earthquake inside me.  "Don't take this out until you see me again," he 
warned.  "And keep your fingers out of your pussy!  No masturbating, no 
matter how horny you get!"  I nodded okay.

	When I sat up, my skirt was still bunched around my waist.  My 
pussy and legs were bare, and my sandaled feet dangled just off the 
floor.  He picked up my panties and studied them.  The crotch was damp, 
and he sniffed it and smiled before he pulled them back up my legs.  I 
stood and adjusted my skirt down.  His pants were down around his 
ankles, and without being asked, I knelt and licked and sucked the cum 
off his dick.  He was pretty gooey, but I didn't mind it as much this 
time.  The vibrator seemed like it was burrowing deeper into my pussy.  
I gathered my T-shirt, and pulled it over my breasts.

	Prof. Sharpe smiled at me.  "Nice fuck," he said.  Looking at his 
watch, he asked, "10:30...  Can you meet me back here at 12:30?"

	"Okay," I replied.  "I've got an 11:00 class, but I can come back 
after that."

	He nodded.  "You walk out first.  I'll wait two minutes."

	I glanced down to make sure my clothes were straight, then left.  
As I walked down the empty hallway, the vibrator hummed in my pussy.  
Now I understood what he had meant this morning when he told me that it 
was going to be a long day!


				Chapter 3

	Walking around the Math building with the vibrator off had felt a 
little awkward.  Walking between buildings with it buzzing between my 
legs was almost impossible.  It felt kind of like he was still fucking 
me.  I had to pee, so I stopped in a girls' room on my way to class.  In 
the stall, I hiked up my skirt and yanked down my panties.  My whole 
pussy was all moist and swollen.  That nice little feeling of relief as 
the pee squirts out was spoiled trying to hold the vibrator in at the 
same time.  I played with my clit a little as I wiped myself, and I was 
very tempted to keep rubbing until I came.  I noticed that the vibrator 
had a little string dangling out of it like a tampon.  I tugged it out 
about an inch, and the hum became audible, so I poked it back up between 
my pussy lips.  Mmmm, it felt wonderful sliding in and out.  Grasping 
the string, I pulled it part-way out again, and then nestled it deep up 
inside me.  Ohhh! I could make myself come that way too, I realized.  
Suddenly the professor's worded echoed back to me, "No masturbating!"

	"Okay!" I said to myself as if I were talking to him through the 
stall door.  I pulled up my damp panties, and waddled on to class.

	The vibrator was relentless.  It was thick and long, and it felt 
like a penis inside me every time I shifted in my seat.  The vibration 
was keeping me very aroused, but it wasn't quite enough to make me come.  
I kept longing for a few strokes of my finger to bring me some relief, 
but I couldn't do anything sitting right in the middle of class.  Other 
students looked at me funny.  I didn't know whether it was my 
provocative clothes, my flushed, just-fucked look, or maybe they could 
hear the vibrator subliminally.  Anyway, I was unable to pay any 
attention to the lecture, so I got up and left about half way through.

	I got back to room 432 early, and just stood around waiting for 
Prof. Sharpe to come.  I stood because the vibrator drove me crazy when 
I sat.  I hid out in the empty office so no one would stare at my 
braless tits through my tight shirt and my long bare legs under my short 
skirt.  Usually, I just wore comfortable, baggy clothes that didn't draw 
any attention.  I always a wore a bra, and I hadn't put on that little 
skirt since high school.  I liked looking sexy for him, but I had felt 
uncomfortable being ogled by all the students in lecture.  One of the 
reasons I walked out of my class early was because I felt like all the 
boys were staring like they wanted to fuck me, and all the girls were 
looking at me like I was a slut.  Was I a slut?

	Suddenly, the door burst open, and in walked Prof. Sharpe.  
Finally!  I needed him to take out that vibrator so bad!  While I was 
waiting, every so often my pussy would just squeeze on it, and push it 
out a little.  My panties held it from going all the way out, but I kept 
having to reach up my skirt and nudge it back in place with my finger.  
Every time this happened, I wanted to slide it in and out until I came, 
but I didn't.

	Prof. Sharpe eyed me up and down like those boys in lecture.  "You 
look uncomfortable!  How's the vibrator feel?"

	"Oh God, can you please take it out?  It's driving me nuts!" I 
exclaimed.

	"Well!  Let's see what we can do about that!" he said.  "Pull up 
your skirt."

	I pulled it up as far as I could, exposing my panties.  He reached 
down and put his hand on my crotch, stroking my pussy through the silky 
panties.  "I can feel it vibrating," he said.  "It must feel a lot 
stronger to you."

	I justed nodded.  I closed my eyes and wished he would rub me a 
little harder.  I jumped when his other hand started feeling my breast 
through my T-shirt.  The vibrator must have set my whole body on edge, 
because his hands felt sooo good fondling my crotch and my boob!  
Suddenly, he stopped feeling me up, and yanked my panties down.  I 
kicked them off my ankles, anxious for him to hurry.

	"Stand against the wall," he told me.  Then he pulled a chair next 
to me, and said, "Put one foot up here."  This left me leaning back 
against the wall, standing on one leg, with my pussy spread wide.  He 
knelt with his face before my crotch, and spread my pussy lips open with 
his fingers.  The vibrator started climbing out of my vagina, poking out 
like a little penis getting hard.  "Woops!" he said, catching the 
vibrator half way out.  Then he wiggled it around, fucking me with it a 
little.

	Oh please! I thought, just fuck me!  And then, he pressed his face 
into my pubic mound, and planted his lips on my clit.  He sucked it into 
his mouth, and started sliding the vibrator in and out at the same time.  
After two hours with the vibrator teasing my pussy, this was more than I 
could withstand.  "Ahhh!" I cried loudly.  I came, clamping my cunt down 
hard on the vibrating rod in wave after wave of contractions.  His mouth 
sucked my clit like a nipple, and as I squirmed against the wall, my leg 
buckled.   Prof. Sharpe had to grab my hips and push me up to keep me 
from falling over on top of him.

	He looked up from between my legs and asked, "How do you feel now?"

	My breasts were heaving in and out as I caught my breath.  "Good!" 
I replied weakly.

	"Okay, I'm switching the vibrator off for now," he said, "but you 
still have to keep it in your pussy."

	I nodded, relieved to finally be free of that little jack hammer 
between my legs.

	"Now come over to the desk, and bend over," he told me.

	I leaned over the desk like I had in his office earlier, exposing 
my naked butt below the roll of the skirt around my waist.  Is he going 
to fuck me again? I wondered.  And then, with a shock of adrenaline, I 
felt a little probe poke into my asshole.  After an instant of panic, I 
recognized what was snaking its way up into my butt.  It was the little 
hose of an enema!  He was going to pump water up my ass, to flush me 
clean.  He had done this on our third date, right before he fucked me in 
the ass.  Oh God!  I hadn't even thought about getting it in the ass 
today, but a quick sense of dread seized me as to realized what was 
going to happen.

	My worries about the future were cut off by the gush of warm water 
into my bowels.  At first, the warmth expanding inside me felt kind of 
nice.  I was relieved when it stopped, but then he squeezed the enema 
bulb again, forcing more water up my ass.  The slug of warm water flowed 
down inside my bowel to my clenched asshole, where it pooled and kept 
growing.  I clamped down on the enema hose as hard as I could to keep 
from letting go.  A wave of contraction I could barely control rippled 
down my rectum, trying to expel the water.  "Ohhh!" I moaned softly, 
wishing desperately for relief.

	"Hold tight!  I don't want any drips!" he commanded.  He yanked the 
hose out, and a trickle of water ran down the inside of my thigh.  I 
almost lost the whole load.

	He left me sprawled across the desk for almost a minute.  I 
couldn't see him behind me, and I wondered, What's he doing now?  Dear 
God, I hope he lets me run to the ladies' room!

	"Get up," he ordered me.  I turned around to see he had stripped 
off his pants, and was holding his stiff cock in his hand.  "Sit down," 
he said, pulling the chair up in front of the desk.

	Oh no! I thought.  I need to go now!  But I sat.  My bottom felt 
overstuffed.  The dildo filled my vagina, and pressed into my bowels 
from the front.  My rectum felt like a water balloon stretched to the 
limit.  I fought to hold back the warm water trying to burst out through 
my asshole.

	Prof. Sharpe leaned his butt against the desk, and waived his penis 
at me.  "Suck me," he said.  With torment written on my face, I 
enveloped the rubbery nob of his dick in my mouth, and started sliding 
my head back and forth.  Little tremors in my bowels kept distracting my 
attention from his prick.  Normally, I like the feel of a man's meat in 
my mouth, but I was too uncomfortable to enjoy anything.

	After what seemed like forever, he pulled my head off his dick.  Is 
he going to let me go now? I wondered with a spark of hope.  Instead, he 
pulled his cock up with one hand, and said, "Suck my balls.  And be 
gentle!"

	His balls looked kind of like two minature kiwi fruits.  The 
scrotum was tight, so they clung under his shaft.  I put my mouth on 
them, pressing my nose against his hard cock.  I had to push his nuts 
over to one side to corral them into my mouth.  No wonder he makes so 
much cum! I thought, his balls are big!  The pair of them filled my 
mouth.  I juggled them on my tongue, rolling them around inside his 
sack.  The wet hairs matted on my tongue.  This could have been fun if I 
didn't have to shit so bad!

	I spit out his balls, and looked up at him over his swollen dick.  
"Please let me go," I pleaded as pathetically as I could.

	"You promise to come back as fast as you can?" he responded.

	"Oh yes, just let me go to the bathroom!" I exhorted, trying to 
sound grateful.

	"Okay," he said.  "Take these rags to wipe yourself up.  I don't 
want little crumbs of wet toilet paper all over your ass," he said, 
handing me a wad of cloth.  "And make sure to keep the dildo in the 
whole time!"

	I scurried down the empty hall as fast as I could, tugging my skirt 
down over my bare bottom as I went.  Where was the ladies' room? I 
wondered in near panic.  Finally I found it and dashed inside, still 
clutching the rags.  There were two stalls, and one door was open.  As I 
rushed in, I realized that someone was in the other stall.  Damn! I 
thought, I don't want anyone to hear me poop out this water.  My fear of 
embarrassment wrestled with the urge to shit.  I took off my skirt and 
sat, hoping she would leave quickly.  After an age, she got up, flushed, 
and washed her hands.  Come on, leave! I implored silently.  Finally, as 
I heard the door shut, I stuck my finger into my pussy to block the 
dildo from popping out, and let my bowel go.

	Finally, relief!  If felt so good to void that damn water!  After 
the first long, hard squirt, I just tried to relax for a minute.  But 
there was more in there, and it took me several minutes of deliberate 
squeezing and grunting to expel it all.  It was hard pooping with the 
dildo deep in my cunt, and I had to use one hand to keep it in while I 
strained and pushed.

	My whole butt was wet, and I used the professor's rags to wipe 
myself off.  Finally, satisfied that I was thoroughly clean inside and 
out, I tossed the rags in the waste basket, washed up, and left.



	As I walked back to room 432, I realized I was about to be fucked 
in the ass.  My third date with the professor was the only time I had 
ever done that.  When he first told me about "ABC" in his office, I was 
so grateful that he hadn't turned me down, and so excited about saving 
my butt academically, that I scarcely thought about saving my butt's 
virginity.  I was nervous before all the dates, but I only realized that 
he really meant to jam his cock up my ass the week before the last date.  
I don't know why I was so afraid, but sometimes I just can't quit 
worrying about something.  Anyway, when he finally got to my apartment, 
he surprised me with an enema, and then he must have fucked my butt for 
an hour.  At least it seemed that long.  I remember right before he 
first shoved his dick into my asshole, I thought to myself, Be brave!  
Take it like a woman!  It really didn't hurt that much, because he made 
me coat his prick with lubricating jelly, and then he worked it in slow.  
But his cock is fat and long, and he rammed it deep up my ass for what 
seemed like forever.  I kept expecting him to come, but he kept on going 
like a stallion.  At the end, he stuck his fingers into my cunt, and I 
came so hard I passed out.  I kid you not, I have never come like that 
before.  I really wanted to keep seeing him, so the next day I pleaded 
with him to continue our affair.  I remember saying, "I'll do anything 
you want.  You can even fuck me in the ass again!"  Now those words were 
coming back to haunt me.

	As I reentered the late Prof. Schultz's office, Prof. Sharpe called 
out, "Lock the door."  He stood waiting by the desk, idly stroking his 
cock in one hand.  "Take off your shirt and skirt," he ordered.  This 
left me naked except for my sandals.  "Lean over the desk," he told me, 
patting the spot.  I bent over on it again, presenting my rear above 
spread legs.  "Spread your ass cheeks," he commanded, and cringing, I 
pulled my buttocks apart with both hands.  My asshole and pussy were 
completely exposed.

	He stepped behind me, and poked something small into my anus.  I 
felt some fluid seeping in, and wondered for a moment whether he was 
giving me another enema.  "What's that?" I asked even as he pulled the 
little nozzle out.

	"Mineral oil," he replied, painting a greasy circle around my 
asshole with his finger.  "It'll help things slide smoothly."

	How kind! I thought with a mixture of sarcasm, gratefullness, fear, 
and excitement.

	He slid the dildo out.  After being stuffed with it for hours, my 
cunt felt empty without it.  Here goes! I thought to myself.  Take it 
like a woman!  I closed my eyes.

	Something big and blunt pressed against my asshole.  I didn't try 
to resist it -- I tried to relax my butt to let him in easier.  When he 
fucked my ass the first time, he told me to push like I was trying to 
shit.  This makes the muscles dilate.  As he entered me, my anus 
stretched wider and wider.  My God, he's even bigger than I remembered! 
I thought with alarm.  "Oooh! Oooh!" I groaned unconsciously.  Deeper 
and deeper he pushed, forcing his way up into me.  Suddenly I realized 
he was too fat, too long, too stiff.  This wasn't his cock, it was the 
dildo!  My whole butt burned with the sensation of stretching to the 
limit.  At that moment, he switched on the vibration, and then gave it 
one last shove.  My asshole clamped shut behind it, squeezing down on 
the finger that pushed it in the last inch.  The whole vibrator was 
completely trapped inside my ass.

	This was much worse than vibrating in my cunt!  My taut muscles 
squeezed on it, but it wouldn't bend or even budge.  Just as I was 
thinking I would much rather have his cock in my ass than this, he 
shoved that deep into my cunt.  "Aaah!" I cried, feeling overwhelmed.  
My bottom side was completely filled by the two fat rods in my pussy and 
my ass.

	"Mmmm, that vibrator feels nice.  I always wondered how a vibrator 
felt to a woman," he said, savoring the feel of the vibrations on his 
cock.

	He leaned over on top of me, pressing my tits and stomach against 
the desktop.  He wiggled his hips against my butt, plastering his whole 
body against my backside.  I felt overwhelmed, like I was drugged or 
drunk.  I couldn't think anymore; I just felt my body being squeezed and 
vibrated and fucked.

	He reared up and started humping me.  My cunt was very tight and 
slippery.  I was surprised to feel a climax starting to build.  He kept 
pounding my pussy, and the vibrator kept humming in my ass.  Each stroke 
of his cock ran right under the vibrator, pushing against it through the 
thin membrane between my vagina and rectum.  Usually my orgasms with 
Prof. Sharpe are like explosions, but this one was more like a fire that 
kept getting hotter and hotter, burning on and on.  I'm not sure he 
could even tell I was coming.  My cunt couldn't squeeze any tighter on 
his dick, and I had already been moaning continuously since he turned on 
the vibrator.

	He kept on fucking me, even after my orgasm subsided.  I was all 
hot and sweaty, and it was difficult to catch my breath while he 
continued to slam into me from behind.  He was really working hard, 
trying to make himself come in my cunt.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he 
whispered under his breath while he slamed his cock into me.  As this 
went on and on, I recalled how long it had taken him to come when he 
fucked my ass.  And today, I reminded myself, he'd already fucked me 
twice in the past four hours!

	Finally, I felt him tense and gasp.  "Ah! Ah! Ah! yeah!" he grunted 
with each squirt of cum.  For a long minute, he just stood behind me 
panting, his prick still stuffed in my cunt.  When he pulled it out, he 
told me, "Wait!"  Then he pulled on the vibrator's little string, 
yanking it out of my butt.  I pushed like I was pooping to help.  My 
asshole stretched wide again, and the damn thing slid out.  It was such 
a relief to expel that thick, vibrating log!  I got a little rush of 
pleasure as my rectum clamped down on the empty place it had been.

	I looked behind, and saw him wiping the vibrator off.  I didn't see 
any shit on it, but I was kind of grossed out.  After he cleaned it all 
off with a rag, he opened an alcohol wipe in a little foil packet, and 
rubbed it thoroughly all over.  As he did, he remarked, "We have to be 
careful not get fecal bacteria in your pussy.  You should never fuck or 
suck anything that's been up your ass, unless it's been cleaned."  With 
that, he inserted the vibrator back into my cunt.  Oh no!  I really 
wanted to be rid of that thing!  How much longer did I have to wear it?  
Did he have to leave it vibrating?

	By this time, I knew the drill.  His cock was still long, even 
though it had gone soft.  I sucked the slippery coating of cum off it.  
I must be getting used to the taste of semen, I thought, I don't even 
mind doing this anymore.  He got dressed while I pulled on my panties, 
skirt, and T-shirt again.  He was looking at his watch when I smoothed 
my shirt down over my tits.

	"It's almost 1:30," he said.  "I'm going to need a few hours to 
recover this time.  Let's meet back here at 5:00.  Okay?"

	I nodded.  More? I thought in wonder.  How could he want more?

	"Leave the vibrator in.  Don't turn it off, and don't masturbate!"

	"Right," I said wearily as I left.  He wasn't kidding about a long 
day!  If it's any consolation, at least he didn't fuck me in the ass, I 
thought to myself.


				Chapter 4

	That consolation would only last another four hours.  My rectum 
felt hot and empty after the professor yanked the vibrator out of it.  I 
kept making little farts during the afternoon, and my butt and the seat 
of my panties were greasy with mineral oil that leaked out.  The thought 
that he might still fuck me in the ass lingered in the back of my mind.  
Surprisingly, I felt more excited than afraid about it, but I tried to 
ignore both that and the dildo, and pay attention to my remaining class 
that day.

	I had a Chemistry lab from 2:00 to 5:00, and I really needed to 
finish up an experiment.  On my way to lab, I switched off the vibrator 
so I could concentrate.  Screw you Prof. Sharpe! I thought as I 
disobeyed him, and then I realized that was what I had been doing all 
day!

	Thank God I had this brain Joe for a lab partner.  He had saved my 
grade in Chem Lab.  All semester, Joe hadn't paid much attention to me, 
except to tell me what to do.  I think he let me be his partner because 
I would do everything his way, and I wouldn't mess up his grade.  
Anyway, he kept looking at me funny all afternoon.  Maybe it was my 
outfit, or maybe I smelled like sex, since I had been fucked so many 
times that day.  He kept making little jokes and kind of flirting with 
me, and I caught him looking at me a few times, even though I was 
wearing a lab coat and goggles.  I hadn't been out on a date or anything 
since my boyfriend broke up with me last semester.  It was nice to have 
a boy act friendly with me for a change.

	Fortunately, we got done early.  Back in the Math building, I 
switched the vibrator on again, so the professor wouldn't know I had 
turned it off.

	Prof. Sharpe was waiting when I got back to room 432 at 5:00.  He 
was lying on his back naked on a thin bed mat he had spread out on the 
floor.  "Strip!" he told me.  He lay there stroking his cock as he 
watched me pull my shirt up over my breasts, drop my skirt down my legs, 
and slide my panties down to my ankles.  I left my sandals on.  The 
vibrator rattled in my pussy, but by this point, my whole groin just 
felt kind of numbed by it.

	"Sit on my face, and suck my cock!" he ordered.

	I stepped over so I was standing directly above his head, facing 
his feet.  Then I squatted down, lowering my cunt onto his mouth.  
Hunching over, the bulbous purple head of his hard cock pointed right in 
my face.  I slid my mouth over it just as his tongue slithered between 
my pussy lips.  Since my palms rested on his thighs, I tickled his balls 
with my fingertips while I slid my mouth up and down on his cock.  He 
sucked my inner labia and clit all into his mouth.  His fingers pressed 
against the vibrator so it didn't pop out.  As his mouth pulsed on my 
pussy, he started rocking his hips to fuck my mouth in rhythm with his 
sucking.  I tightened my lips as his thick shaft pumped back and forth 
in my mouth.  So this is a 69! I thought to myself.  None of my stupid 
boyfriends had ever done this with me before.  This was great!

	Both of us had come too many times earlier in the day to come again 
quickly.  I rubbed my breasts against his stomach, and bobbed my head to 
meet the short thrusts of his cock.  His swollen member slid back and 
forth in my mouth, but not deep enough to gag me.  I didn't mind when I 
felt his fingers walk into my butt crack, and poke up my asshole.  Since 
the mineral oil had been leaking out all afternoon, his fingers slid in 
easily.  The vibrations in my vagina felt even stronger with his fingers 
thrust up my rectum, pushing on the membrane between my ass and cunt.

	Mmmmm, I love the feel of his fat dick sliding back and forth in my 
mouth! I thought.  I want to make him come!  I want to feel his jism 
spurting in my mouth!  I want to taste his cum!

	Abruptly, he stopped eating me, and pushed me up.  From between my 
legs, he said, "Turn around and straddle me."  As I shifted around and 
swang my leg over his hips, he told me, "Stick my cock in your ass and 
fuck me."  I guess by this time I was ready for it, because I didn't 
even flinch.  Grasping his hard dick with one hand, I aimed it at my 
asshole as I lowered myself down.  Although his prick was much thicker 
than his fingers, the head of it popped in painlessly, and I slid down, 
running his flagpole all the way up my ass until my butt stopped against 
his groin.  "Ugh!" I groaned involuntarily.  I just sat for a moment, 
adjusting to the new shaft stuffed up my ass behind the vibrator crammed 
in my cunt.  The pair of them felt like a wedge that was starting to 
split me in half.

	Prof. Sharpe stuck his fingers into the crease between my pussy 
lips to hold the vibrator in.  "Fuck me!" he commanded, and I started 
riding his cock.  I slammed my ass up and down, sliding up until he was 
almost out, then dropping back hard until I hit bottom again.  If I 
can't make you come in my mouth, I thought, I'll make you come in my 
ass!  Not only did his fingers keep the vibrator stuck deep in my 
vagina, they rubbed my clit too!  I was very aroused from the 69, and I 
felt like I might be able to make myself come, even fucking him with my 
ass and not my pussy.  I noticed my tits bouncing on my chest, and that 
felt good too.

	After a while, he grasped the base of the vibrator with his fingers 
and held it so it slid out and into my vagina as I fucked up and down.  
As the vibrator and his cock plunged in and out of my cunt and asshole 
together, side by side, the crescendo started.  From deep in my whole 
bottom, I could feel the orgasm approaching.  "Oh God!  Yes!  Yes!" I 
cried.  I pounded my ass up and down faster and faster, and started 
gasping "Uh, uh, uh," in loud grunts.  "Ohhhhh!" I shouted as the wave 
crested and crashed down on me.  My ass and cunt contracted hard on the 
twin rods thrust up inside them, squeezing over and over.  When it 
started to pass a bit, I looked down to notice what was happening to 
Prof. Sharpe.  A sense of fulfillment warmed me as I realized he was 
coming too, groaning and grinding his cock into my ass as deep as he 
could.  I wanted it to be as good for him as it was for me!  I felt 
powerful on top of him.  I had just fucked him mercilessly, and forced 
him to ejaculate in my ass.

	After he finished, I snuggled down on top of him, and we lay 
together on the floor for a long time.  He didn't say anything, but when 
his breathing slowed down, he started kissing my neck and nibbling on my 
ear.  My breasts and tummy tingled against his warm body.  We exchanged 
some smooches, and then he took my head in his hands and gave me a long, 
soulful kiss.  The vibrator was still going, and he stuck his fingers up 
into my pussy, and twisted it off.  His soft cock popped out of my ass, 
and my rectum and asshole slowly closed behind it.  We both stood up.

	"Lean back against the desk, and put one leg up on it" he said.  
This spread my pussy wide open, and I wondered what he was going to do.  
I was exhausted, and I wanted to go home, shower, and take a nap.

	He reached between my legs, and drew out the dildo.  He held it up 
so I got a good look at it for the first time.  It was thicker and 
longer than I had thought.  Sticky secretions and cum coated its entire 
length.  "Lick that off" he commanded.  I had had enough cum in my mouth 
already for one day, but I put the gooey end into my mouth like a 
popsickle, and sucked the cum off it.  He wiped his dick off with a rag, 
reminding me that since it had just been up my ass, I shouldn't put it 
in my mouth.  I was very glad of that.

	I picked up my panties to start dressing.  He took them out of my 
hand, and said, "I'll give these back to you in my office.  Just put on 
your other clothes for now."  I shrugged.  He has a thing about panties.  
I pulled my skirt on to hide my bare bottom as best it could, and put on 
my shirt again.  My nipples weren't pointy anymore, so the tight shirt 
just molded over the smooth curves of my boobs.  People wouldn't notice 
that I wasn't wearing a bra unless they looked closely.

	As he zipped up his pants, he told me, "Wait here for 5 minutes, 
then come to my office."  In response to the look of dismay on my face, 
he answered, "Don't worry, we're not going to have any more sex today.  
I'm all fucked out."



	After he left, I check my watch.  5:45.  What a day!  My vagina and 
rectum felt empty and loose, and they both burned.  Even though the 
professor had taken the vibrator out, my pussy still felt like it was 
vibrating.  How many times had he fucked me today?  The whole day had 
been such a marathon, it was hard to remember.

	When 5 minutes finally passed, I took the stairs down two floors to 
get to Prof. Sharpe's office.  I was walking down the stairs when I 
first noticed it.  My whole pussy and ass felt warm and slippery.  By 
the time I got to the second floor, my cunt was very wet.  I couldn't be 
starting my period yet!  That wasn't due for another week.  Could all 
that fucking have ruptured something? I thought in alarm.  When I 
stepped out of the main hall into Prof. Sharpe's alcove, I reached under 
my skirt and touched my pussy.  It was all wet!  Inspecting my fingers, 
I was relieved to see that it wasn't blood.  Sniffing them, I caught the 
strong musky smell of sex and semen.  Then it hit me.  I had had the 
vibrator stuck in my cunt the whole day.  The only times it was out were 
when he shoved in his cock to pump in some more cum.  Every time he 
finished fucking me, he put it back like a stopper in a bottle.

	Prof. Sharpe makes a lot of cum.  The first time I gave him a 
blowjob, he almost drowned me.  Before he told me to swallow it, he made 
me open my mouth and show him the whole wad.  There was so much, some of 
it ran down my chin.  I've given blowjobs to other guys, but nobody else 
has ever made that much cum before.

	With effort, I recounted the day.  He had injected three loads in 
my cunt, and shot a fourth one up my ass.  Except for the stray globs I 
had licked off his dick, now all that was flowing out of my poor, 
stretched cunt and asshole.

	Prof. Sharpe startled me by opening the door.  "There you are!" he 
said.  "Come in, I've been waiting for you."

	After he shut the door behind me, he said, "You're probably 
wondering what this was all about."  I nodded.  "Well, I'm in my 30's 
now, and I wondered how many times I could still come in one day.  You 
gave me the perfect opportunity to test my virility.  I knew I would 
have no trouble coming two or three times in your tight little cunt, and 
I hoped I could make it one more time in your ass.  Back in college, 
when I was 20, I once fucked a girl four times in one night.  So today, 
I equalled my record.  I never thought I'd get a chance to do that 
again, but when you told me you'd do anything I asked, I realized I 
could give it another try."

	How was I supposed to respond to this?  I decided to play up his 
manhood.  "Yeah!" I exclaimed.  "I've never been fucked so many times in 
my life!" I said truthfully.  "I've done it twice a few times, but never 
4 times!  I don't know how you could get hard every time, much less 
come!"

	"You are sexy, Angela," he told me.  "Getting a boner up for you is 
easy, especially since I know I can poke you with it anyway I want.  But 
you are right about coming.  I really had to work hard to come the last 
two times.  My dick's pretty sore."

	I nodded.  "I'm sore too!"  At that moment, I felt the first drip 
run down the inside of my thigh.  Self consiously, I squeezed my thighs 
together.  This made them both wet.

	"How many times did you come today, Angela?"  the professor asked.

	"Gosh, I don't know.  I guess as many times as you did."

	"What's your record for one day?" he asked.

	"I'm not sure.  Like I've told you, most of the times I've had sex, 
I haven't come at all."  From his look, I could tell he wanted more of 
an answer, so I tried to recall my past sexual experiences.  "I came 
twice with you on our second date," I remembered.  "I think that was the 
most orgasms I've ever had in one day."

	"You were great that last time when you fucked me with your ass!  I 
was counting on you to fuck me hard enough to have another orgasm, 
because I knew if you came, you'd make me come too!"

	"Thanks," I replied demurely.  I recalled the feeling of his cock 
ramming up my ass; now my asshole burned between my wet butt cheeks.

	"How did you like the vibrator?" he continued.

	What kind of answer should I give to that?  Oh, it was just great 
walking around with the end of a broomstick shoved up my cunt all day!  
And it was vibrating for hours!  The damn thing must have had new 
batteries.  My pussy kept clamping down on it so hard I almost got a 
cramp!  Somehow, I found the words, "Oh, that was a surprise!"

	"Have you ever played with a vibrator before?" he asked.

	Should I admit it, I wondered?  When I was in high school, I had 
found one in my mother's bottom drawer.  It really weirded me out to 
imagine her using it, so I left it alone for a long time.  But, one day 
I felt really horny, and sneaked into the bathroom with it and 
masturbated.  The little buzzer rubbing my clit felt wonderful, and that 
was probably the first time I ever had a real strong orgasm.  After 
that, I used to sneak up to the bathroom and use it every once in a 
while.  One time, the batteries were dead.  I didn't want to fool with 
the batteries because I feared she might discover my tampering.  That 
was the first time I used it like a penis, and fucked myself with it.  
It felt real good, but I wasn't able to come that way.  (I often have 
trouble coming when a guy fucks me too, except for Prof. Sharpe).  After 
that, I left it in mother's drawer and never used it again.

	"Not much," I fibbed to answer the professor's question.  A wet 
drop splashed on my ankle.  I adjusted my stance to hide it from the 
professor.  How much longer will I have to stand here with cum dripping 
down my legs? I worried.

	"So where did you like it better, your pussy or your ass?" he 
asked.

	Neither! I thought, but I didn't answer that way.  "I think it's a 
little too big for my ass," I replied, remembering how it vibrated my 
whole body when he had shoved it deep up my ass.

	"I was a little worried about that.  But, it's only slightly 
thicker than my cock, and I already knew you could take that," he 
smirked.  He continued, "I noticed that you liked getting fucked with 
the vibrator in you.  You came hard both ways, ass and cunt, and cunt 
and ass."

	I just nodded.  Never before had I felt anything like those two big 
shafts stuck in my cunt and ass at the same time!  Just the same, now my 
pussy and bottom felt stretched and sore, and I didn't care to relive 
the experience.  I had had enough fucking and enough orgasms for a whole 
week, and I just wanted to go home and clean up.

	"Well, we have to wrap up for today," he said.  My heart lifted 
hopefully.  "Take off your skirt."  I froze.  "Don't worry, I'm not 
going to fuck you again," he said in a reasuring tone.

	"Um, ..., I don't think that's a good idea right now," I stammered.

	"Sure it is," he replied, tugging down the zipper on the back of my 
skirt.  With resignation, I let him undo the button on the waistband, 
and slide it off my hips and down my legs.  I realized this had been 
part of his plan all along, and he knew full well that all his cum would 
be oozing out of my pussy and ass.  Prof. Sharpe has a cum fetish or 
something.  After he fucked me on our second date, he made me wear 
panties overnight, and bring them to his office the next morning.  He 
gloated over the big cumstain in the crotch, and kept them as a 
souvenir.

	He laid me on my back on his desk, with my butt at the edge.  After 
unstrapping my sandals, he put my feet up on the edges of the desk 
outside my buttocks, and made me hold my ankles with my hands.  This 
spread my crotch wide open.  I felt like I was at the gynocologist.  
Then he pulled up a chair and sat staring at my soggy pussy.  I looked 
at him between my spread legs, and noticed my inner thighs were 
glistening wet.  He put his fingers on my slippery pussy lips and pulled 
them apart.  Immediately, I felt a big glob ooze out of my cunt and run 
down into the crack between my ass cheeks.

	"Nice!" he exclaimed.  He started rubbing my slick clit with his 
thumb.  Looking at me over my wet, matted pubic mound, he said, "Squeeze 
your pussy and try to make more come out."

	God, this was humiliating!  I bore down, tightening all the muscles 
in my lower pelvis.  I made a small fart, leaking fluids out of that 
orifice too.  "Again," he commanded, "Again!"  I grunted, trying to obey 
without knowing quite which muscles to tense.  Whatever I did, it must 
have worked, because I felt a small river run down over my asshole.  
"Great!" he said enthusiastically.  He stabbed his index finger deep 
into my vagina, and then to my surprise, stuck it in his mouth and 
sucked it off.  "Ummm," he said, tasting the cum.  After poking his 
finger into me again, he leaned up and put the finger to my lips.  
"Taste!" he commanded, and I sucked off the mucus coating his finger.  
It tasted like semen.  This was not a bit erotic to me -- I just wanted 
to go home and wash all that stuff away.

	My face was flushed with embarrassment as he helped me up.  I 
noticed a milky puddle smeared on the edge of the desk where my cunt had 
been.  As I watched, a drip spilled over the side, clung for a moment, 
and then dropped onto the carpet.  "Oh, I better clean that up," the 
professor said, and with that, he whipped my panties out of his pocket 
and mopped it up.

	He offered me the panties to put back on, but I told him, "No, you 
can have them."  They were drenched with cum and mineral oil, and I 
didn't want those sticky things touching my bottom.  I pulled my skirt 
back on and buckled my sandals, praying he would finally let me go home.

	"Angela, you are fantastic!  You have such a hot body, and you are 
great at sex!  I just want you to know, nobody else could have made me 
come the way you did today!"  He leaned over and gave me a full kiss on 
the mouth.

	"Thank you," I said.  "I've got to get home now.  See you later!"

	As I trudged wearily home to my apartment, I reflected on the 
marathon I had run today.  My wet thighs chaffed together as I walked.  
Prof. Sharpe had used me to test his manhood.  I had the sore vagina and 
rectum to prove it!  He had kept a fat vibrator stuffed in my twat all 
day, except for time when he jammed it up my rump instead.  He had 
filled my cunt and asshole like I was his own personal sperm bank.  My 
ass and pussy were still dripping his cum down my legs.  But, I was the 
one who made him so horny he could fuck four times.  He made me come so 
many times I lost count.  Me!  Angela!  The girl who's always lying 
there after the guy comes, wondering why she couldn't get off too?  Was 
I a slut?  Should I keep seeing him?

	I didn't know.


				Epilog

	I woke up groggy.  It was dark.  There was a knocking sound again, 
and I tried to get my bearings.  I was in bed.  In my apartment.  I 
looked at the clock on my nightstand, and the luminous digits swam into 
focus.  9:07.  I stood and stumbled over to the door as the knocking 
summoned me again.  "Who is it?" I called through the door as I opened 
it.

	"Professor Sharpe" came the reply.  I pulled the door open a crack 
to see, and he slipped through before I could respond.

	"Hi," he said.  "Sorry if I woke you."

	I shut the door and flicked on a light, squinting my eyes to adjust 
to the sudden brightness.

	"I guess you must have been tired," he said, brushing the side of 
my face lightly with his fingertips.

	I nodded, starting to really wake up.  I had come back home after 
our sex marathon, showered, and collapsed in bed.  I must have slept for 
a couple of hours.

	"Listen, I really wanted to thank you again for one of the most 
exciting and memorable days of my life," he proclaimed.  "You are a very 
special girl.  There isn't much I can add to the experience we shared 
together today, but I tried to think of something special you would 
like, so I brought you some flowers."  He handed me a large bouquet of 
red roses.

	Roses?  Wow!  "Thanks!" I exclaimed.  He had never done anything 
romantic before.  Was this the same guy who had just fucked me like a 
$20 whore?  Even though I know he likes me, this was so unexpected, I 
was at a loss for words.  I just took the flowers, and set them on the 
coffee table.  They were already in a vase, which was good, because I 
didn't have one.

	"I thought you might be hungry, so I brought some ice cream," he 
said.

	His words echoed off a hollow in the pit of my stomach.  I hadn't 
eaten all day, and I suddenly realized I was starved.  "Oh?" I said, 
looking up from the flowers.

	"Haagen Dazs," he proclaimed, noting my interest.  "Two flavors: 
chocolate chip cookie dough, and chocolate fudge chunk."

	"Yum!" I said.  "That sound great.  I'll get us some bowls."

	I served up big scoops of both kinds of ice cream into two bowls.  
I was so famished, I didn't even try to conceal my appetite by giving 
myself small scoops like I usually would.  After I devoured my first 
bowlful, he caught me looking at the ice cream cartons on the counter, 
and said, "Go ahead!", so I even had seconds.  As I finished the second 
helping, he commented, "I guess four sessions of vigorous sex gives you 
an appetite!"  I could only nod as I wiped the last of the ice cream off 
my mouth.

	When I had stashed the leftover ice cream in the freezer and moved 
the dirty bowls to the sink, he asked, "Now that you have earned an 'A' 
in Calculus, how is the rest of your life going?  Are you doing better 
in your other classes?"

	"Yeah," I said.  "I'm getting caught up.  In Chemistry, I've got a 
great lab partner, and we've gotten A's on all our lab reports so far.  
I need to study hard for finals, but I should get at least a 'C' in all 
my other classes, and with an 'A' in Calculus, I'll get off academic 
probation after this semester."

	"Great!" he said, looking pleased.  "I'm glad our deal has helped 
you so much."  After a slight pause, he asked, "How's your love life?"

	This seemed like a funny question coming from the man who had just 
fucked me four times that day.  "Well, I haven't had any dates lately," 
I admitted.  "But after today, I don't think I'm going to be horny again 
for a week!"

	Prof. Sharpe chuckled at that.  "Any boys you're interested in?" he 
persisted.

	I thought about Joe in Chem Lab.  Before today, I don't think he 
ever noticed me as a girl.  He's kind of a geek, but he's not bad 
looking, and he's never put me down or been rude.  "Maybe," I replied 
thoughtfully.

	"Good," he said, appearing satisfied with my vague answer.  "Let's 
celebrate our day," he continued, pulling a joint out of his pocket.  He 
had brought over some pot on our third date, and it was pretty good 
stuff.  I usually only get high at parties or when I have a boyfriend 
with some weed, so this would only be my second time in four months.

	"Sure!" I said.  He lit the joint, and we passed it back and forth 
a few times.  Unlike the first time we smoked pot together, this time I 
didn't embarrass myself by getting into a coughing fit.  Even so, the 
dope hit me right away, and I became enveloped in a kind of warm fog.

	He put the joint down after we had only finished half of it.  That 
was fine, because I was already high.  I felt really spacy when he put 
his arm around me, and we walked over to the edge of the bed and sat 
down.  He turned my face up to his, and kissed me for a long time.  
Prof. Sharpe hasn't kissed me very much, but he's a good kisser.  A lot 
of boys press too hard, or try to stick their tongues down my throat.  
Not Prof. Sharpe.  He took his time, working his lips firmly but gently 
on mine, and just tickling the inside of my mouth lightly with his 
tongue.

	He broke off the kiss on my mouth, and moved on to my cheek, then 
my ear, then down my neck.  I felt my skin flush as his lips tiptoed 
behind my ear.  He held me with one arm, and started rubbing my breasts 
through my shirt with his other hand.  I had fallen asleep wearing 
panties and an oversized T-shirt.  Normally, I just sleep in a big T-
shirt without panties.  But tonight, even after I showered, I thought I 
would probably be dripping more cum from all our sex today, so I put on 
the panties before I went to sleep.  His fingers lightly pinched and 
rolled each of my nipples through the material.  After a moment, we 
paused, and I peeled off the shirt.  Before resuming, I unbuttoned his 
shirt, and it joined mine on the floor.

	We lay back on the bed together, and started necking again.  Now we 
were breathing harder, and with our mouths locked together, our tongues 
wrestled back and forth as we kissed.  He was really feeling me up, 
cupping my bare boobs in his hand and squeezing them hard.  I ran one of 
my hands over the muscles of his shoulders, and combed his chest hair 
with the fingers of my other.

	When his hand left my tits and slid into my panties, I spread my 
legs to give him room.  At first, he just petted my pubic hair, but then 
he start stroking my vulva.  I arched my bottom off the bed, and yanked 
the panties down to my knees.  Folding my legs back to my body, I pulled 
the panties to my ankles, and kicked them off across the room.  Naked, I 
spread my legs and gave his hand unfettered access to my pussy.

	His finger plunged into the crack between my pussy lips, and 
started tickling my clit.  I got a little jolt almost like a static 
shock when he touched it.  My clitoris and his finger waltzed around in 
small circles, stoking the fire that was building between my legs.  
Breathing hard, I broke the kiss to get a little more air as I began to 
pant.  When I freed his mouth, he dived for my breast and sucked in a 
nipple.  It felt like he connected an electric circuit between my nipple 
and clit.  Deeper and harded his fingers drove into my pussy, which was 
slick with passion.  I rocked my hips forward to help him reach my 
vagina, but when he pushed a couple of fingers into the opening, I 
jumped with a twinge of pain.

	He let my nipple pop out of his mouth and turned to look at me.  
"Sore in there?" he asked as he withdrew.  I nodded.  "Well, that's 
understandable," he said with sympathy.

	I realized with a pang of guilt that I had been doing all receiving 
and no giving, so I stroked the lump in the crotch of his pants.  
Neither of us was satisfied with that, so I helped him remove the rest 
of his clothes.  When I pulled his shorts down and revealed his penis, I 
was somewhat surprised that he was only semi-erect.  I was so aroused, 
if I were a guy, I would have been stiff as a statue.  In the back of my 
mind, I remembered that he had already fucked me four times, so maybe 
that had something to do with it.

	Now I could fondle his cock and balls directly.  I squeezed and 
stroked his dick with my hand, and felt it grow longer and thicker.  Was 
it my imagination, or did his balls seem smaller than they had earlier 
in the day?  "Let's 69," he said.  I flipped my body around so our faces 
were in each others crotches.  Sticking his still-soft prick into my 
mouth and sucking hard, it quickly solidified.  At the same time, he 
pushed my thigh up, and plowed his mouth into my furrow.  We licked and 
sucked and ate each other with escalting fervor.  I loved the swollen 
knob of his dick pumping in and out of my mouth!  My inner pussy lips 
and clit were locked in his mouth by tight, rhythmic suction.  We lay 
side by side in joyous oblivion.

	I was suddenly seized by the urge to fuck.  I knew it would hurt, 
but I had to feel his cock in my pussy!  I wanted him to make me come 
that way, and I wanted him to shoot his load in my cunt.  I pulled my 
mouth off his prick, and said, "Fuck me!  Please!  I have to feel you in 
me right now!"

	Prof. Sharpe looked at me from between my legs and asked, "Are you 
sure?"

	"Yeah!" I said in a low voice as I turned around and lay on my 
back.  He rolled on top of me, pressing my whole body under his.  His 
rock-hard cock needed no help to find my dripping gash.  He entered me 
tentatively, trying to be gentle.  I was too aroused to be patient.  
When he was lined up, I thrust my cunt up and took him half way in.  It 
hurt, but the pleasure of his hot meat filling my pussy more than made 
up for the pain.  I started rocking to urge him on, and with a few 
strokes he was plunging deep into my snatch.  My soreness receded as his 
cock pistoned hard in my cunt.  On the brink, I whispered in his ear, 
"Come in me!" and then I came like a ton of bricks landed on me.  
"Ahhh!" I wailed, so loud the neighbors must have heard it.  My vagina 
wrenched down tight on his dick, but I couldn't stop his hard thrusts.  
He kept right on slamming his prick into me, riding me on and on.  
Eventually, my climax passed, and I just lay limp under him while he 
continued to fuck me.

	After a while, he stopped and pulled his dick out of me.  It was 
hard and red and glistening, and I knew he hadn't come yet.  He grabbed 
a pillow, and rolled me over onto my tummy with the pillow under my 
hips, propping my butt up in the air.  I had been in a dreamy state of 
romantic bliss, but as he spread my legs apart, I realized his stiff 
prong was poised right above my asshole.  Earlier in the evening, I had 
run the last block home to my apartment, and dived onto the toilet.  My 
bowels were twisting in knots, and I barely made it.  I think I mostly 
shit just cum and mineral oil, but it felt like gravel and acid.  At 
least there was no blood.  Even hours later, stoned and exhausted, my 
asshole was still on fire from his fucking earlier in the day.  Looking 
quickly over my shoulder, I pleaded, "Not in my ass, please!  I'm too 
sore!"

	"That's okay, Angie," he whispered soothingly.  Then he lay on top 
of me, his chest and abdomen pressing against my back and buttocks.  As 
his weight pushed me into the bed, his cock rooted between my legs, and 
slipped into my pussy.  My vagina felt much sorer being fucked from 
behind, but I was so relieved it wasn't in my ass that I didn't 
complain.  Eventually, I fell into the rhythm he was humping me, and 
tried to relax back toward oblivion.  I was spent, and all this fucking 
wasn't going to get me off again.  I just wished he would come soon, so 
we could stop fucking and cuddle, but he kept stabbing his sword into my 
sheath over and over and over.

	Finally, I understood what I had to do.  He needed my help to come.  
It was going to be painful, but I wanted to give him release.  Steeling 
myself, I whispered, "Professor, finish in my ass."

	He stopped riding me and said, "What?"

	"It's okay now.  I want you to come in my ass.  Go ahead, fuck me 
in the ass!"

	"Are you sure?" he asked, concern in his voice.  I nodded.

	He reached over the edge of the bed to the floor, and pulled a tube 
of lubricating gel out of the pocket of his pants.  Later, I realized it 
had been remarkably handy, but then I was just glad to have something to 
help him slide easier.  He quickly coated his prick, and asked me if I 
wanted him to put some on me.  "No," I said, "just hurry up and fuck 
me."

	He lay back down on top of me, and put his cock between my butt 
cheeks.  It felt wet and hot and fat.  As he pushed it into my asshole, 
I grimaced in pain.  My poor asshole burned as his prick returned for 
one last visit that day.  I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry or whimper, and 
he started to fuck.  He wasn't all the way in, but my buns were squeezed 
together, hugging his shaft, while his glans rode in and out of my 
rectum.

	Finally, I got what I was praying for.  He plunged in deeper and 
gasped, shooting one more load of cum up my ass.  His dick shriveled 
quickly and fell out of my ass, leaving it wet and burning.

	The professor rolled off my back and lay beside me, even more 
exhausted than I was.  I shifted my head over to his chest, and snuggled 
in his arms.  I was glad I had been able to give him what he needed, and 
I was relieved it was over.  Half way to dreamland, I reflected that we 
had really made love.  Not just fucked like all the other times, but 
made love!  He's not just using me, he likes me after all, I told 
myself.  And just before I fell asleep, I realized that we had done it 
five times that day.  The professor had broken his record!


                                Postscript

        Please let me know what you thought about "The 'ABC' Plan 2:
Marathon Record" by email at kalmkren@yahoo.com.  I may write another
sequel about the further sexual adventures of Prof. Sharpe and Angela.

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