﻿Higher Education
by Gary Johns



Status: Completed
Published: 2003-08-26 18:12:17
Updated: 2003-11-30 19:12:17
Packaged: 2019-11-24 14:17:02
Rating: Much Sex
Chapters: 6
Words: 44,428
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: https://storiesonline.net/s/40337
Author URL: https://storiesonline.net/a/Gary_Johns
Summary: James Adams gets a job as a college teacher at a school with a 70% female population. He learns the true meaning of "higher education".





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5



	Prologue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


	Part 1

#### Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on down to my office."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#### Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This way sir."

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

"Would you like a cocktail Mr. Adams?"

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

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

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

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

"Will that be all?" Maria asked.

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

"You are the only guest."

"Oh!" I said with obvious shock.

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

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

"You're late!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Will there be anything else madam?"

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

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

"Please sit down Mr. Adams."

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

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

"So how was you're first week?"

"Very nice, thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My hand was trembling as I took a drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Call me Abigail when we are alone please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at her like I didn't understand.

"Stand up!" she said again.

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

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

"Huh?"

"Come on Mr. Adams, you are not that naïve."

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

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

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

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

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

Abigail gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#### Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abigail moaned as she watched my eyes devour her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abigail moved quickly to get into position.

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

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

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

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


	Part 2

#### 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'."

"Touché." 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.

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#### 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.


	Part 3

#### 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 naïve 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 naïve.

"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.

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#### 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.

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#### Chapter 3

By the following day, I had concluded that I was going to be fired. Fortunately, I have never been one to dwell on the negative; if it was going to happen, it was going to happen. That attitude helped get me through many dangerous times while on difficult missions in South America. The thought of losing a job was nothing compared to the fear of losing one's life. Even if I did get fired, at least Bo would still love me-provided that I kept feeding him... even a dog has principles.

I was dressed and ready for dinner early that evening. By the time I heard Abigail's horn outside, I was feeling pretty excited and more than a little nervous about the evening. I wasn't sure what she had in mind after dinner but I was feeling randy again so anything was possible.

I had on my best blue blazer, a tie, Dockers pants and loafers. Abigail was waiting in her big Mercedes as I came around the house. I saw her smiling at me as I hurried over to get in on the passenger side of the expensive car. I was pretty sure she didn't but an $80,000 car with the money she made as a dean.

"Hi Dean... uh... Abigail," I said as I got in. I saw that she was wearing a shiny green evening gown that was cut very low in the front, without shoulder straps, and it was short on her thighs. In fact, it was so short that most of her thighs were exposed. While I could see almost to her crotch, I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or not. She also had on large jade and diamond earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet. I suddenly felt underdressed.

"Hi," she responded as she lifted the center armrest and patted the seat next to her.

I scooted over, feeling a little uncomfortable sitting that close. I got that same feeling of being a kept man again. However, it wasn't so bad sitting in an eighty thousand-dollar car next to a gorgeous woman-kept or not.

"Are you ready for a nice dinner and then maybe drinks at my place?"

I was pretty sure it would be more than drinks. "Maybe," I answered with a smile in my voice. Then I added, "But maybe I have other ideas about what we do after dinner."

She looked at me curiously and said, "Like what?"

I could see expectation and lust in her eyes. "We'll see," I said. I didn't know what I was talking about but I can be pretty good when it comes to improvising.

We passed a couple of cars and Abigail waved at people. I asked, "Aren't you afraid of being seen going out with someone that works for you?"

"No."

"You could get fired."

Abigail laughed loudly. "I don't think anyone is going to fire me at this school. Well, maybe if I fucked the chancellor in the middle of the stadium during a football game," she said and then added "Actually, that's not a bad idea." She laughed again and said, "No, he's too old and can't fuck anymore."

I didn't know what to say so I said, "Okay."

She could see that I was curious. "My grandfather started this university and I am by far the biggest contributor. I got the position of 'Dean' because of my money."

I must have looked surprised because she added, "You're naive Jim. Everything is about money... but not just at this University. It's like that everywhere. As far as my position goes, I do pretty much what I want and the University looks the other way."

"Does that include things like we did in your office?" I had to ask.

"Yes," she stated flatly. "If the truth was known, I'm not the only one. If any of that leaked to the press... well, the scandal would make national headlines." She laughed again. It was apparent that she really didn't care. Then she abruptly changed the subject and asked, "Tell me, how did you know that when you brought Katie into the office that she wouldn't run out screaming and report us?"

I couldn't tell her that I seen her coming out of her house while I was leaving Maria's so I said, "I just had a hunch from some of your comments and hers."

"I see." However, she didn't really sound convinced.

I added quickly, "You didn't seem to mind her seeing you in... in a compromising position."

She was quiet for a minute and then said, "As you know Jim, I am a highly sexual person."

That's an understatement, I thought.

"Katie is a sweet kid that I have helped out. She is grateful... if you know what I mean."

I think that there was a message meant for me in that statement. "I appreciate what you have done for me Abigail. I really do." Then I changed the subject away from me quickly. "So are you two lovers then?" I said, acting dumb.

"Yes," she answered without hesitation. Then quickly added, "But she's a virgin."

"A virgin!" I almost screamed. "At 26. I can't believe that! There aren't any 26 year old virgins left in the world... are there?"

Abigail laughed. "It's true. Believe me I have wanted to use my dildo on her but she won't let me."

I shook my head in disbelief... not just because of Katie being a virgin but that we were having this conversation.

"Hey, maybe you could seduce her for me. Then I could fuck her with my giant dildo." Abigail laughed loudly again.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

Her voice got serious when she said, "Maybe." The she reached over and grabbed my crotch and added, "But not until I'm finished with this."

My penis began to harden immediately, in spite of the fact that it sounded like she was going to use me for a while and then throw me away.

"Hmmm," she said as her hand rubbed up and down.

I figured that two could play at this game and placed my hand on her bare thigh. It was soft, warm and freshly shaven. She groaned as I slid my hand under her dress until I came to her crotch. She had panties on. I used my finger to gently trace a path up and down the crease of her vagina. I felt Abigail tremble and her legs opened wider. I smiled and rubbed a little harder.

Abigail forgot my penis and gasped, "You're going to make me crash."

"What a way to go," I answered and began to insinuate my finger under the leg band. "This thing has airbags doesn't it?" I added rhetorically. A second later my fingers found her flesh. I could feel that her lips were already wet. I searched for her hole and began to slip my finger inside.

"Jesus Jim," she gasped and snapped her thighs together, trapping my hand.

I wasn't done with her yet. I leaned close and whispered, "So, how did you like having my cock in your ass?"

She groaned.

"I know that I loved it. You have the tightest asshole that I've ever been inside of." I didn't tell her that she was my first and only ass... so technically I wasn't lying. Unable to move my hand, I wiggled my fingers in her soft flesh.

"Jim, please," she begged, keeping my hand imprisoned between her thighs as she tried to negotiate traffic.

I moved my fingers up and down her swollen lips before saying, "All right, if you insist." I pulled my hand from between her thighs and held my finger up to the light. It was dripping with her juice. I stuck the finger into my mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmmmm... you taste good."

"Oh Jesus," Abigail said and I could see the swells of her breasts moving up and down in excitement.

I continued the dirty talk for the next half-hour until we got to the restaurant. By that time Abigail was practically climbing the walls.

We pulled up in front of a relative new Hyatt Hotel. It was a 26-story hotel with an observation deck as the 27th floor. The hotel had two large glass elevators on the outside. The Valet smiled and I thought that he was going to wink at me as he took my keys. I returned the smile and took Abigail's arm. We walked arm in arm into the hotel and entered the elevator with a crowd of people. We stood close as the elevator ascended. "Look," I said, "You can see the steeple of the university."

"It's beautiful," Abigail said as she leaned closer to me, her soft breast pressing on my arm.

I took her hand discreetly and leaned close so that the other riders couldn't hear and said, "You're beautiful too."

Abigail smiled and squeezed my hand.

The door to the elevator opened and we were standing in the foyer of a large restaurant. Waiters were scurrying around and the room was bustling with people talking and eating. Three walls of the restaurant were floor to ceiling windows.

The hostess led us over to a small table overlooking the city. The table had a white tablecloth with candles and fresh cut flowers in the center. It was very romantic.

A young waiter came over to take our drink order.

"Paulo," I said in surprise.

"Mr. Adams," he responded with a smile.

"Call me Jim please. I didn't realize you worked here," I said. Then I turned and said, "Abigail VanBuren, this is Paulo Sanchez."

"Pleased to meet you," Abigail said.

"VanBuren?" Paulo said curiously.

Uh oh, I thought.

"Are you Dean VanBuren?" he asked.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Maria Cortez is a friend of mine."

"Really," Abigail said.

"Yes, we are both from Colombia."

"Uh... Paulo, can we get a quick drink?" I said, trying to stop this conversation.

"Certainly."

Paulo took our drink order and left.

The second Paul left, Abigail asked, "How do you know Paulo?"

I had to think fast because I didn't want her to know that I had gone out with Maria. Somehow I didn't think she would approve. "Uh... I asked Maria for a nice Hispanic restaurant and she sent me to the place where Paulo works. He treated me really nice."

"I see," Abigail said but she didn't look like she believed me.

I reached over the table and grabbed her hand. "Did I say how beautiful you look tonight?"

"Yes," she answered with a skeptical look but then she smiled.

Apparently, she decided to let it go for now. I almost sighed in relief.

Suddenly I felt Abigail's foot touch my pants leg. She had slipped off her high heel and began to run her toe up my leg.

"Now, where were we," I said. "Oh yes, I was telling you how great it was to fuck you over your desk." I could see Abigail's eyes beginning to show lust again. She was pretty easy sexually but I knew that I had better not underestimate her. "Are your panties still wet?"

"Yes," she gushed and added, "And getting wetter."

"Let me see."

She looked at me like she didn't understand.

"Let me see how wet your panties are. Take them off and give them to me." I knew that there was a risk in taking charge, but I was pretty sure that she liked to be dominated sometimes. Some people in powerful positions get tired of being in charge all the time. I was gambling that Abigail was one of those.

Abigail started to get up.

At first I thought that maybe she was pissed and was going to leave. One look at her face told me otherwise.

"No... take them off here."

"Jim, I can't do that," she hissed in a strong whisper but sat back down. I could see that her breathing was already heavier.

I sat back and folder my arms impatiently and stared at her.

Abigail stared back at me for what seemed to be a long, long time. I waited. It was a battle of wills.

Finally, she blinked and looked around the room nervously. Fortunately there was a long tablecloth, which covered most of her lap.

With one last look around, Abigail moved closer to the table and slipped her hands down. I saw her struggling a bit but then she brought her hand up holding a pair of jade green panties. I held my hand out and she discretely placed them into my open palm. I could feel my heart beating hard as the warm material caressed my hand. Then I opened the panties. "You weren't lying were you?" I said when I saw that the crotch was soaked. I brought them to my nose and took a deep breath. "Sweet."

I think I saw Abigail actually blush. Her face was definitely red. I put her panties into my blazer pocket.

Then we were interrupted as Paulo brought us drinks and took our order. We ordered Maine lobster and a bottle of expensive wine. As we waited for the meal, I continued to talk dirty to her and her foot kept moving on my leg... one time reaching to the crotch of my pants.

When dinner arrived, we stopped our activity to eat. The meal was wonderful but I couldn't enjoy it as much as I normally would due to my state of excitement. After dinner and before desert, I excused myself and went to find Paulo.

I caught him rushing back to the kitchen. "Hi Paulo," I said.

He stopped and turned to me with a broad smile. The he shook his hand like he had burned it and said in Spanish, "Very hot!"

"Si!" I returned. Then asked also in Spanish, "What time does the observation deck close?"

"Ten p.m."

"Damn," I said and thought for a minute. Then I smiled and looked around. I whispered, still speaking in Spanish so hopefully no one would understand me, "Listen, is there anyway that you can get the emergency key to the elevator."

He paused and then said, "I think so." But he looked at me like he didn't understand.

"The lady and I would like a little privacy... with a view. Do you know what I mean?"

A wide smile crossed his face. "Si," Paulo smiled in understanding. "I can get it."

I tried to hand him a twenty but he refused and said, "Maria told me that you are going to get Juan's green card back."

Word travels fast. "I'm going to try but I can't promise." I didn't want him to get false hopes.

"That's good enough for me. I'll have it before desert is over."

"Thanks man." I held out my hand with the palm up.

"No problem," Paulo said and slapped my hand.

As I turned around to go back to the table, I stopped and called back to Paulo, "Hey Paulo... here."

I tossed him Abigail's panties.

He smiled when he saw what was in his hand. Then he brought the panties to his nose. Men are all alike no matter where they come from. Paulo put the panties into his pocket and rushed off to the kitchen.

When Abigail and I got onto the elevator it was after eleven p.m. I reached over and pushed the key into the emergency switch and hit the "up" button. I saw a surprised look on Abigail's face but she didn't say anything. The elevator when to the observation deck and I turned the key again, stopping it. Then I turned off the lights inside the elevator. On one side we could see the entire city. Behind us were the closed elevator doors, covered by large mirrors. It was almost like we were floating in the air.

I turned to Abigail and brought her into my arms and our lips met. Both of us moaned as our tongues began to work into each other's mouth. My hands slipped down her bare back until I found the zipper on the back of her dress.

"What are you doing," Abigail whispered excitedly as I began to slowly lower the zipper.

"You fucked me when you were dressed and I was naked and now I'm going to return the favor."

"Jim, we can't do that here!" she gasped in shock. I saw fear and excitement in her eyes, yet she didn't pull away from me.

I slowly slipped her top down until it was at her waist and her breasts were bared. Then I abruptly turned her around until she was facing out the window. I moved close behind her and grasped her breasts.

"Oh God," Abigail moaned as I kneaded her breasts while we looked out at the millions of lights.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Don't worry, nobody can see inside unless they have a night vision scope."

I'm sure she had no idea what a "night vision scope" was. However, she seemed to relax and leaned back into me as I kneaded her soft flesh. I took both nipples in my fingers and squeezed them hard. I could feel little ripples of pleasure go through her as the slight pain quickly converted to pleasure. I bent my head and kissed her neck, working slowly up to her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream so loud the entire city will hear."

"Ohhhh!!!" Abigail moaned and pushed her breast out to my squeezing fingers.

Keeping one breast in my hand, I reached down and pushed her dress down her hips. Abigail gasped as it fell in a heap at her ankles. I could feel her entire body trembling in excitement. My hand slipped down her soft ass to the crease. I reached underneath from behind and pressed my hand between her legs. It was my turn to gasp when I felt her sopping vagina. "God you're wet."

Abigail moaned and spread her legs.

I rubbed my fingers back and forth across the swollen inner lips. Her honey was literally dripping through my fingers and to the elevator floor. I searched and found her pulsing hole and pushed two fingers inside.

"Oh Jesus," Abigail groaned as she rose up on her toes.

As I began to move my fingers in and out, I added a third finger. Suddenly, her hips began to move back and forth frantically. Gradually I increased the speed until I was holding her up with one arm around her waist and literally "fucking" her with my hand. The squishing sound echoed around the elevator, as my hand became a blur. Her juice splattered on her thighs.

"Ohhhhhh Jesusssss!!!" Abigail moaned and began to convulse in my arms. Her legs trembled and her knees buckled.

Abigail isn't a large woman so I had no trouble holding her up as her body convulsed in climax. When her trembling slowed, I turned her around and held her to my chest, her breathing ragged and uneven. Without waiting for her to recover fully, I pushed her back until her buttocks touched the cold brass of the handrail. I lifted her slightly, sitting her on the narrow rail. I worked to open my zipper and bring out my almost painfully throbbing penis.

Abigail looked up at me with lust-crazed eyes. "Oh God yes, fuck me!" she gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She didn't seem to care anymore that she was in a public place, totally naked.

With one quick movement, I buried my penis in her very accommodating hole. Abigail screamed in pleasure as her sweet flesh caressed my penis like a glove. I was too excited to be gentle and began to pound into her. I lowered my head and sucked her lips into my mouth, stifling a mutual moan of pleasure. Her legs squeezed me in a vise. I was pretty sure that my pants were going to be soaked in front but I was too excited to care at the moment.

I think Abigail began to climax the moment I entered her. I could feel contractions deep in her hole, squeezing me and working me to a peak far too quickly. I had been worked up from the moment we got into the car so I knew that I wasn't going to last very long.

"Oh God... I'm going to cum," I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes," she responded and increased the bucking of her hips.

A second later I moaned and began to climax. I pushed into her as deeply as I could go and then released my seed. The pulsing seemed to go on for an extra long time. It might have been the situation, but whatever the reason, I kept shooting until my juice overflowed and began to run out of her stuffed hole.

Finally, when my penis stopped squirting and began to soften, I collapsed onto her, pressing her back to the window. I kissed her lips one last time. When I stepped back, my penis pulled from her hole, releasing a torrent of my sperm.

"Jesus," Abigail gasped. When she looked down she sighed and said, "I'm a mess and I don't have any panties."

I think that was a hint to give her panties back.

"Gee, I think I lost them somewhere. Actually, I believe I saw Paulo with them." I looked at her, trying to hold back my smile.

Abigail's eyes opened in shock, but then she smiled.

I told you she was a kinky lady.

"Don't worry, I have a solution." With that I lifted her legs again and went to my knees.

"Oh God," Abigail groaned as my mouth went between her legs.

By the time I led Abigail off the elevator, her body was like Jello. We both looked a mess; her hair was a disaster and her makeup smeared; my pants and jacket were wrinkled and there was a damp spot on my crotch... not to mention that my face was crusty with our combined juices. The Valet must have thought that we were on a drunken binge.

I just smiled at his strange look.

Abigail let me drive home. As I did, she leaned into me and fell asleep. Just as I was parking in front of her house, my cell phone rang. It was my friend at INS. I wasn't surprised that he was calling so late. These people work strange hours because they are dealing with time zones all over the world. He said that he had checked into Maria's boyfriend's situation and had discovered that he had been deported by mistake. There was a mix up with someone with the same name. In fact, the mistake was already in the process of being corrected before I had called. He said that they would expedite the return of Juan's green card. I disguised the conversation because I thought it was better if Abigail didn't know. I talked in monotone, however I was very excited by the news.

It had been a wonderful evening.


	Part 4

#### Chapter 1

It was barely light outside when I slipped my arm from around Abigail and crawled out of her bed. I dressed quietly, wrote a note to her and left it on the nightstand. I thanked Abigail for a delightful evening and said I would see her on Monday. As I left the house I decided to slip around to the back to see if Maria was up yet. She was an early riser so I thought I would take a chance. The truth was that I couldn't wait to tell her the good news about her boyfriend.

I saw that there was a light on so I tapped lightly on the door. A minute later, the door opened and I saw Maria peek her head from the opening. Her hair was damp and she looked like she had just taken a shower. "Good morning," I whispered. "I'm sorry to disturb you but I have some good news and I couldn't wait to tell you."

"Hi Jim," she said and smiled but looked a little nervous. She was wearing a white terry-cloth robe that she held closed at her chest.

I was a little surprised when she didn't open the door for me to come inside. Then I looked behind her and saw a pretty young girl standing in the doorway of the bedroom. She was dark skinned like Maria but smaller. It appeared that she had a bed sheet wrapped around her. I said, "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know that you had a guest." I think I saw Maria blush.

"Sorry Jim," Maria said. She opened the door a little wider and turned her head toward the young girl and said, "This is a friend of mine, Juanita. She is visiting America."

"Hi," I said and waived my hand at her. She responded with a shy wave.

"Juanita doesn't speak much English. She is staying with some friends in Roxbury but spent last night with me."

It appeared as though they had slept together since she was standing in the doorway to Maria's bedroom and seemed to be naked under the sheet. I tried not to look surprised, but I was, just a little. However, I knew from growing up with sisters that girls often sleep together platonically and think nothing of it. It's an entirely different story for guys.

Suddenly, I realized that no one was speaking and that I was staring. I regained my composure and said, "Listen, I can come back later."

"No... uh... please come in." She opened the door wider and said, "I was just going to fix breakfast. Would you like to join us?"

I hesitated for a second and then stepped inside. "Uh... no thanks. Maria, I just wanted to tell you that Juan should be coming back to the U.S. soon. His green card is going to be returned."

For a second, Maria looked at me like she didn't understand. Then the cobwebs began to clear and suddenly her face lit up. "Oh my God," she screamed and leaped into my arms. I stumbled backward and fell over the arm of the sofa with Maria on top of me, nearly throwing both of us to the floor. She began kissing my face and squirming in unbridled excitement. I could feel the warmth of her naked body under her robe and, although I had been very satisfied last night, I felt myself getting excited. By the time her lips found mine I was hard. Then I suddenly remembered that we had an audience. I pushed Maria off of me and sat up, trying to regain my composure.

Maria turned to Juanita and told her in excited Spanish what had happened. The young girl's face broke into a bright smile and she put her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Maria turned back to me and hugged me again. "What happened... how... when... ?" she gushed in excitement. Then she curled up next to me with her legs under her, waiting for the story.

"Well, it appears that it was all a big mistake. Juan's name got confused with a less desirable person that is in this country illegally. The INS is still looking for him. But Maria, the truth is that I didn't do much."

"No, no, no, I know you did it," Maria said and began to kiss and hug me again.

If she wanted to believe that I had done it, then who was I to dissuade her. Forgetting about our audience, I turned the sexy woman until she was lying in my arms.

"Kiss me," she said as she stared up at me.

I brought my lips down to hers and moaned as I felt her tongue immediately enter my mouth. Then, to my total surprise she reached for my hand and brought it to her covered breast. As I continued to kiss her, my hand slipped inside her robe and grasped one soft and warm mound of flesh. We both moaned as our kisses turned very passionate.

I pulled away briefly and looked up. I saw Juanita watching us with excitement on her face. My hand was still on Maria's breast, under her robe, as I cleared my throat. Maria opened her eyes and turned to look at her friend. Then, to my surprise, she sat up and slipped her robe from her shoulders, baring both breasts. Without a word she went back into my arms, pulled my head down and almost forced a hard nipple into my mouth. I moaned again and began to suck.

Maria began to squirm with excitement and I could feel her hips moving on the sofa. Boldly I reached my hand down and slipped it between her thighs. If she didn't care that her friend was watching I wasn't going to worry about it either. I felt her tremble and then she opened her legs allowing my hand free access to her already wet sex. My finger searched through her fat lips until I found her pulsing hole. I pushed my finger inside her warm tunnel. Suddenly, the room was electrified with our passion. I sucked first one breast and then the other as my finger began to move in and out.

"Oh yes, don't stop," Maria moaned as she gasped for breath and moved her hips in rhythm with my finger movement.

I had no intention of stopping. However, just as I was moving my mouth to her other nipple I felt something. I pulled my head back and saw Juanita standing at my knees, totally naked. I must have gasped because Maria opened her eyes. I looked from one woman to the other. I couldn't read either expression and for a moment I was worried that I was going to be in the middle of a fight. I had the sudden urge to run. Then I saw the corners of Maria's lips turn up in an almost imperceptible smile. She pulled my head back down to her now heaving breast. As I began to suck her nipple again I felt Juanita push my legs apart and go to her knees. Maria sat up and let Juanita have room. My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked down and saw the big brown eyes of Maria's friend staring back at me. I groaned when she reached for the zipper of my pants. Maria pulled my head back to her breast to cut off any protest. A second later I felt my belt buckle being opened. Maria leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Lift up."

I continued to suck her nipple as I lifted my hips and let Juanita pull my pants to my ankles. As usual I wasn't wearing underwear.

I heard a gasp and then I heard Juanita say "Beautiful." The cool room air on my naked lower half forced a tremor of excitement through me. A second later I felt a warm hand wrap around my throbbing penis. At that point, I wrenched my head from Maria's grasp. What I saw almost made me climax; Juanita was on her knees between my legs, her face just inches from my exposed groin. She was staring at my throbbing penis with her dark brown eyes wide open. A shudder went through my legs as I watched her stick out her tongue and begin to lick my balls. Then I moaned and spread my legs wider, throwing my head back in submission. Suddenly I felt the young girl's mouth on my penis. I gasped and lifted my hips. I closed my eyes in fear that the incredible sight would have me climaxing in her face. If I hadn't had sex with Abigail so recently I probably would have climaxed.

Maria slipped her hand down and joined Juanita's as she turned back to me and pressed her warm and wet mouth to mine. I moaned almost helplessly as both women brought me incredible pleasure. In my wildest dreams I never imagined I would actually be having sex with two women at the same time. My hips began to move up and down as both women worked on me. Juanita would suck the head of my penis as Maria pumped the shaft.

"Juanita is a good... how you say... 'Cock sucker'," Maria whispered and laughed. "You'd never believe that she's a virgin."

I was so far gone that Maria's words barely registered. However, she was quite right about her friend being a good "Cock sucker." Her mouth felt like a vacuum cleaner. She would suck the head then lick down the shaft to my balls and back again. Then she would use her tongue to make little butterfly flicks just under the head. I felt her hand cupping my testicles while Maria continued to squeeze my penis.

I was moving rapidly toward a climax when Maria said something to Juanita that I couldn't quite hear. I watched as Maria moved slightly away from me and relaxed back onto the sofa. Then, to my total amazement, Juanita slipped from between my legs and knelt between Maria's. I hadn't thought that I could get anymore excited than I already was. I was wrong.

Juanita began to kiss slowly up Maria's soft thighs. Her tongue came out and left a wet trail as she moved closer and closer to the older woman's vagina. Then Maria moaned something in Spanish that I couldn't understand and almost violently pulled the girl's head until her mouth was buried in her wet flesh.

"Oh yes little darling, eat me!" Maria gasped in her native language. I understood that. Her hips began to move up and down as she directed the young girl's mouth. It was apparent that this wasn't the first time they had done this.

My excitement was greater than anything I had ever felt before or maybe since. I stared in fascination as the two women lost themselves in mutual pleasure. I could see that Juanita's face was getting very wet, attesting to Maria's excitement. I knew what that felt like. But Juanita didn't seem to mind and her mouth began to work more frantically. The sounds of her sucking mouth echoed around the room. It appeared that Maria was getting very close to a climax. However, before that could happen she pushed Juanita gently away. I could see a surprised look on the girl's face.

I sat in stunned silence, still unable to believe what was happening, as Maria turned to me. "Fuck me," she gasped. Then without asking she pushed me back and threw her leg across my waist, straddling my middle. A second later her large chest was pressed against me and she was searching for my penis with her hand. Juanita found it first. I could feel her mouth cover the head one last time before she fitted my penis to Maria's more than ready hole. When the head touched the hole, Maria hissed in pleasure and with one quick movement took me to the hilt. All three of us moaned.

Maria began to move slowly up and down as her mouth devoured mine. Soon we were rutting like two dogs in heat; my penis slipping in and out of her pulsing hole, making a sloppy sucking sound as her hips moved up and down in a rapid jerking fashion. Just when I thought the pleasure couldn't get any better, I felt Juanita moving closer to where our bodies were connected. I gasped as she began to lick my balls again. Her tongue started there and quickly moved upward until it was sliding up and down on the exposed section of my now very wet penis.

"Oh Jesus Maria," I gasped as the combination of Juanita's tongue and the tightness of Maria's vagina brought me close to my peak.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Maria screamed and her body began to convulse as she bounced up and down in abandon now.

"Ohhhhh!" I moaned as my balls tightened and suddenly I began to shoot my cream into her grasping hole.

Juanita struggled to keep her face at our joined groins as the two of us shuddered in climax. Maria clenching hole and Juanita's searching tongue made my climax last for what seemed like a long, long time. My testicles felt like they were shrivel to nothing as the sperm left them and filled Maria's willing hole.

A few seconds later Maria collapsed on top of me, her breathing ragged like mine. Her head was buried in my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my skin. When she could finally speak again, she whispered "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you," I answered breathlessly.

"No, I mean for getting Juan's card back."

I started to again say that I hadn't really done anything but it didn't seem necessary. Instead I whispered, "You're more than welcome."

Maria slowly lifted up and I felt my rapidly shrinking penis slip out of her. She flopped down on the sofa beside me. When we looked down, we saw Juanita still on her knees between my legs with a wide smile on her face. I had briefly forgotten about her in the heat of our climax.

Maria startled me when she said, "Mr. Adams is all messy Juanita. Be a good girl and clean him up."

With that Juanita moved back toward my groin and began to lick away our combined juices. I stared in amazement as she used her tongue to clean me like a cat licking milk from a bowl. I felt tingling in my groin again. However, after the two episodes of sex in less than eight hours, there was no way I was getting hard.

When the pretty dark haired girl was done with me she sat back with a shy smile and licked her wet lips. I saw Maria smile at her and then she slowly opened her legs. Without hesitation Juanita moved between them. I watched as she began to kiss up Maria's soft thighs again. Maria leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. Her hands slipped down and grasped Juanita's hair. She directed her face toward her saturated groin and moaned contentedly as her familiar lips touched her swollen vagina.

Within seconds both women were so absorbed that it was as if I was no longer in the room. I watched for a few minutes until I began to feel like a "third wheel." I said, "I guess I had better get going before Abigail wakes up."

Maria's eyes opened and she looked over at me and said, "Would you like to stay for breakfast?" Maria face was glowing with lust again and her legs were now over Juanita's shoulders, her thighs squeezing her cheeks tightly. All that I could see of Juanita face was her forehead and her eyebrows.

"I'd love to but I really have to get back to Bo. Can I take a rain check?"

"Anytime," she sighed with a dreamy look on her face.

I got up, put my pants on and walked to the door. As I stepped outside, I took one last look back and saw Maria pulling Juanita up and their lips going together. I shook my head in amazement.

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#### Chapter 2

I walked around my house in a fog for the rest of the day. The events of the last 24 hours were muddling my thoughts. I thought of Abigail, Maria and Juanita. I couldn't believe that I had had sex with three beautiful women in one day. I was starting to think that this couldn't be real or that I had died and gone to heaven.

The ringing telephone brought me out of my haze for a moment. It was Katie.

"Hi Katie."

"Hi," she said brightly. "I was thinking that I don't really have anything to do tomorrow and was wondering if you wanted to go on a little picnic... I know a wonderful place not far from here... its beautiful and so peaceful." She said the words in a rush, nervously.

I hesitated for a second. I am embarrassed to admit that I thought about her being a virgin and that there might not be sex involved.

Before I could respond Katie said, "I'm sorry, I guess you have plans."

"Uh no... no I don't... I'd love to go on a picnic," I responded quickly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm just a little fogy this early in the morning. Do you mind if I bring Bo?"

"Of course, that's why I'm inviting you," she said with a smile in her voice and then added, "I love Bo but I figured that you wouldn't let him go without you."

We both laughed.

"I'll prepare everything and even pick you up. How about 11 A.M.?"

I could hear excitement in her voice and I smiled at her enthusiasm. "Great. I'll bring the wine. See you tomorrow."

It took me the rest of the day to finally get the cobwebs from my mind. When I did, I began to think of Katie. She was a sweet and beautiful girl and the kind that I could easily get hung up on. However, it wasn't a good time for a monogamous relationship for me. I obviously still had some wild oats to sow.

I was ready and waiting outside with Bo when Katie pulled up on Sunday morning. I was relieved to see that she was driving an old station wagon because I was worried about Bo trashing her car. The wagon didn't look like it could be trashed anymore than it already was.

Katie got out of the car and opened the back and I let Bo jump in. She was wearing a pair of tan safari shorts that fit her buttocks like a second skin and flared at the leg openings. On top she was wearing a yellow, long sleeved shirt that was tied in a knot at her stomach. The sleeves were rolled up and there were several buttons open in the front. I could see her orange sized breasts bouncing freely as she walked. The dark outlines of her nipples were clearly visible under the thin material.

I had on a pair of cargo shorts, sandals and a tight v-neck T-shirt.

It was a beautiful and warm "Indian summer" day as we headed out of town toward the mountains.

"We're we going?" I asked.

"There is a little lake in the mountains north of here. There shouldn't be anyone there this time of year." Katie looked at me with a wide grin.

I wasn't sure what the grin meant but there was a sparkle in her eyes.

It took a little over an hour to reach the lake. We turned off the main road and Katie followed a pine tree lined dirt road until we came to a clearing overlooking a large lake.

"Wow," I said as we jumped out of the car and stood with Katie on a hill overlooking the lake below. There was a well-worn path down the hill to a small sandy beach. "Bo's going to love this," I said. I went around and let him out of the back. We took the picnic basket and a blanket and walked down the hill. Bo suddenly took off toward the lake. He loves the water and he was already in by the time we got to the bottom of the hill. We spread the blanket out and sat down.

"Look at Bo!" Katie laughed.

He was swimming around chasing geese. They would take flight for a few seconds and land a few yards away from the furiously swimming dog. They seemed to find him more of a nuisance than a threat.

"He'll never catch them but that doesn't stop him from trying," I laughed. Then I leaned back on my elbow, propped my head on my hand and looked at the pretty girl sitting next to me. "This is nice. Thanks for inviting me."

"You're welcome," Katie answered as she leaned back on both elbows. The action served to stretch her blouse over her breasts, outlining the curves and the dark nipples. She was staring out at the lake and apparently didn't see me looking. "I used to come here all the time," she said almost in a sigh. "It's so peaceful and quite. It's a great place to think. Especially when life seems to be moving too fast."

I realized that this was a special place for Katie and I suddenly felt honored that she had invited me. I was still staring at her beautiful profile when she turned and smiled at me.

"What?" she asked.

"You're beautiful."

She blushed and changed the subject, asking, "Are you hungry?"

"I could eat."

We took the food out of the basket and set it up on the blanket. Katie had prepared ham sandwiches, homemade potato salad, macaroni salad, and fudge brownies. She also took out the only thing I had contributed-the bottle of wine.

"You went to a lot of trouble. I feel like such a mooch," I said as she opened the salads and prepared the plates.

"Nonsense. I love to cook."

"Beautiful and a cook too! Quite a powerful combination." Suddenly I realized how chauvinistic that sounded.

However, Katie smiled and didn't seem to take offense.

The salads were delicious. I hadn't thought I was hungry but I finished everything and asked for more. A while later, most of the food was gone and the wine bottle was empty. We were lying on the blanket looking up at the bright sun in a wine-induced haze when suddenly a torrent of water cascaded over us. Both of us screamed and jumped up. Bo was shaking his body violent to throw water off his coat.

"Bo!" I screamed and reached down and pushed him away. He thought I wanted to play and jumped up on me and knocked me on my butt in the sand. Then he pounced on me. Katie roared with laughter as I fought the wet dog off. I struggled to find a piece of driftwood and threw it as far as I could. Bo jumped off me and charged after it.

I looked up at Katie and saw her merriment. "Very funny," I said. Then I saw that Katie's blouse was soaked with large wet spots across her chest, making it almost transparent. She saw my stare and looked down.

She pulled her blouse out and away from her breasts and shook it. "Oh well, it'll dry eventually," she sighed. Then her expression changed and she got a naughty look on her face. "Since we're already soaked, why don't we go skinny-dipping?"

My eyes opened wide in surprise. It was apparent that the wine was having an affect on Katie. "I... uh... Katie," I stammered.

"Don't be a stick in the mud," she said and began to untie the knot in her blouse.

I sat with my mouth open as she finished untying the knot and then opened the one button holding her blouse together. She hesitated for a second before opening her blouse and then she quickly pulled it off her shoulders.

Suddenly she was standing half-naked in front of me. I almost gasped as my unbelieving eyes stared at her perfectly rounded breasts. They sat high on her chest, were milk white, showing she was rarely in the sun, and there were freckles on the top running almost to her nipples. The nipples were small and pink and perfectly suited to her breasts. They were already hard. I felt my penis pulse and begin to grow in my shorts.

Katie stood there for a minute, almost posing, letting me stare at her. Then she reached down and unsnapped the button on her shorts. Her hands were suddenly trembling as she pulled the zipper down and then quickly pushed her shorts down her legs.

This time I did gasp as her lower half was revealed. She had on a pair of tiny thong panties that barely covered her vagina. Her thighs were creamy and lightly freckled like the rest of her body. I don't think I have ever seen skin as smooth and blemish free as hers.

"Come on, it's your turn," Katie said as she pulled me to my feet. Then she sat on the blanket where I had been. She pulled her thighs up to her chest and placed her arms around her legs and then her head on her knees. Her pretty eyes stared at me, sparkling in anticipation.

As I stood uncomfortably in front of her, I felt the wine go to my head and make me sway. I took a deep breath, looked around and saw that Bo was in the water chasing the geese again. I hesitated, looking for some excuse not to strip in front of this beautiful girl. There appeared to be no way out. "Katie... uh... listen are you sure you want to do this?"

"Chicken," she said with a smile, her eyes and words daring me.

In spite of how uncomfortable I was, I felt myself getting excited again. My penis throbbed in my shorts and began to lengthen down my leg.

Katie's eyes went to my shorts. "Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me," she chuckled, quoting Mae West. While there was bravado in her stare, I detected a tremble in her voice that told me that she was just as nervous as I was.

"Uh... I don't... I don't have any underwear on." I thought I should warn her.

"Not a problem for me," she said flippantly. However, her rapid breathing showed that she was getting excited.

When it didn't appear that she was going to let me off the hook, I sighed and pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the blanket. I could see her eyes on my chest and my excitement grew. I hesitated before opening my belt. Then, I glanced up and down the deserted beach and slowly pulled my zipper down. "Are... are you sure about this?" I said again, giving her one last chance. She didn't answer but I could see excitement on her face. I let my shorts drop.

Katie sucked in her breath as my already half hardened penis was revealed. She had felt it in her hand the other night but I don't think she had seen it clearly. It pulsed and continued to harden in response to her stare. She actually licked her lips and for a moment I thought she was going to reach out and grab it. However, instead, she jumped up and ran down the beach, screaming, "Last one in is a rotten egg."

I watched her sexy butt as she ran for the water. Finally I shrugged and ran after her, my now fully hard penis bouncing in front of me. I heard her scream as she dove headfirst into the cold water. I did the same, the chill of the water engulfing me and taking care of my erection. I swam with strong strokes toward her. I had been a lifeguard for many summers and have always been a strong swimmer, so it was easy to catch her. When I did, she giggled and thrashed in my arms. We were in water a little over waist deep so I picked her up and threw her and then dove under to grab her again. Within a few minutes we were breathless and clinging to one another. It took my penis only a second to realize that I had a beautiful and half-naked woman in my arms.

Suddenly, our movements stopped and we stared at each other. Her hair was dripping and there were little rivers of water running down her face. I reached up and wiped her forehead and ran my hand down to her cheek. Her lips were open in anticipation as her eyes stared into mine. My lips moved toward hers almost in slow motion. We moaned as they touched and my tongue entered her mouth. I could feel my penis now pulsing against her inner thigh.

Katie could feel it too and groaned when she felt it rubbing the sensitive skin of her thighs. Her tongue forced mine back and entered my mouth. My arms wrapped around her back, pulling her close and forcing her breasts tightly to my chest. Soon the world around us faded. There was only she and I and the warmth of our naked bodies.

My penis was now at full staff again. Suddenly I felt Katie open her legs and let my penis slip between them. When the pulsing head touched her sex lips, I thought that she was going to let me enter. However, instead she lifted up slightly and let it slip past until it came out the back. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping me. I pulled my mouth from her and saw that her eyes were closed and that her mouth was open; there was undeniable pleasure in her expression. She began to rock her hips back and forth, causing her soft nether lips to massage the top of my shaft.

"Oh God Katie," I moaned.

She opened her eyes and suddenly pulled away from me. She stared into my eyes for a second as if she had to make a decision. Then she took my hand and pulled me toward shore. I followed behind her as we walked slowly up the sand toward the blanket. I admit that my eyes spend a lot of time staring as her sexy butt as it swayed with each step in the sand. When we were standing at the blanket, Katie turned and melted into my arms. Our lips went together and we were squirming against each other again. Her nipples burned into my chest like hot coals and my penis was dripping juice onto her thigh as our lips devoured each other, our tongues fighting for possession of the other's mouth.

I began to gently pull her down to the blanket. When I had her on her back, I slipped between her legs. My penis was throbbing and the head was touching her vagina. Katie pulled her lips from mine and looked into my eyes. This time I saw a worried look mixed with the passion.

"Jim... God Jim, I want to... but I'm not... I'm not ready yet." She said the words as if she could barely get them from her mouth. I could see that she was struggling with her emotions. "I can't."

To say I was disappointed would have been a gross understatement. I don't believe that I was every more ready then I was at that moment. However, I wasn't about to force myself on her. I said, "I understand." I didn't really but then I am a guy. With that, I began to kiss down her neck and across her breasts. As I licked toward her nipple, my tongue found tiny droplets of water that had been warmed by her body. I took them into my mouth and swallowed as if they had come from her and not the lake. Then, I sucked one of the hard nipples into my mouth and my fingers found the other. Katie moaned and squirmed under my caresses. I worked on her breasts for quite some time, sucking first one then the other until the only moisture left was my saliva. She quivered under me and shuddered with what I thought might have been a small climax. Then I began to kiss down her stomach.

"Oh God Jim... what are you doing?"

I lifted my head and whispered in a firm tone, "I'm going to eat you." Katie moaned and I felt her tremble like she was cold. However, her body was burning hot now. I began to kiss down her stomach again. I stopped at her belly button and pushed my tongue into the accumulated water that had gathered there. I tickled the little indentation before I slowly moved lower. My tongue circled the soft skin of her lower belly, moving down until it reached the elastic waist of her panties. I pulled back and looked down. The panties were totally transparent now and I could see her pubic hair. Without asking, I stripped off the tiny strip of material and threw it into the sand. Then I moved quickly to my knees between her legs. She didn't resist when I lifted her thighs and spread her legs. I saw that her head was pressed back onto the blanket and that her eyes were closed tightly. Her mouth was open as she gasped for breath. I think at that point, I could have done anything that I wanted.

It was my turn to moan as I gazed down at her swollen sex. Her pubic hair was strawberry blond and trimmed neatly; the water had matted the sparse hair, revealing her pink inner lips. My mouth was drawn to her center. I started at the top of her pubic mound and began to gently kiss then lick the soft down of hair. Slowly I worked my tongue downward. I used my fingers to pry open the outer lips. Then I paused and pulled my head back and looked at her swollen vagina.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Katie moaned and pushed her hips upward impatiently.

I stared at her little clit as it peeked from the protective covering. It looked like a miniature penis head, swollen with the skin stretched until it was shiny. I lapped at it with my tongue and felt Katie buck her hips up at me. She wanted more contact. Instead I pulled away and kissed her thighs on one side and then the other. Then I moved my tongue until it was at the lower edge of her dripping hole. I flattened it and lapped upward.

"Oh Jesus," Katie screamed and she reached for my head, grabbing my hair.

I smiled as her thighs tightened on my head as my tongue began to lick up and down her now quivering inner lips. Finally I centered my tongue on her hole and I pushed in as far as I could go.

"Ahhhhhheeeee!!!" Katie went wild. Her thighs squeezed my head like a vise and her hips bucked upward. I began to suck her flesh like I was sucking a warm and juicy peach. Somewhere in the background I heard Katie scream that she was going to cum. I moved my mouth upward and sucked her clit. Katie went over the top. Her entire body stiffened. I pressed my mouth down hard and sucked even harder. Suddenly I was having a difficult time holding onto her as she convulsed violently. I was truly amazed by the extent of her reaction and the length of time her climax lasted. She twisted and turned and went up on her shoulders; her heels digging into my back as her hands grasped the blanket and sand underneath.

When her body finally began to relax, I followed her down, continuing to suck her wet sex lips. When she relaxed her thighs, I looked up at her. I could see that her breasts were still heaving and that her head was lying on the blanket, turned to the side. I pulled back; carefully removing her legs from my shoulders and letting them fall to the blanket. Then I crawled up next to her and pulled her still trembling body into my arms. She buried her head, almost shyly, in my neck. I was surprised when I heard her sobbing. It occurred to me that I had probably done something wrong or that she regretted what she had let me do. I let her sob for a few minutes before I got the nerve to say, "What's wrong Katie?"

She pulled her tear-streaked face from my neck and looked at me. "Nothing," she said between sobs. "That was... that was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me."

"It wasn't your... your first time was it?" I asked stupidly.

She smiled and her face colored. "No. Abigail... Abigail has... you know... has done that to me... plenty of times. But... but it has never been that good. I thought I was going to faint."

"Wow," I whispered to myself. I was amazed that she thought that I was as good at oral sex as a woman could be. I took it as quite a compliment. However, it was probably because, unlike with Abigail, she had feelings toward me. I know that I feelings for her.

"Well, I guess we had better be going," I said, figuring the fun was over. However, Katie had other ideas.

"I don't think so," she said as she grabbed my arm with one hand and pulled me back, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the other. Then she pushed on my chest until I was on my back again. She smiled and reached down to grasp my still throbbing penis.

"You don't have to do anything to me," I said hoping desperately that she wouldn't agree. I sat up.

"I want to," she whispered. "But... but I have... I've never done it to a man before."

"Really?" I said in surprise. Katie was full of surprises. I almost asked if that meant that she had done it to a woman but I caught myself. That wouldn't have been gentlemanly.

"I've wanted to and... and well guys have always wanted me to but I have never liked anyone enough," she whispered shyly. Then she looked at me with almost a little girl smile and said, "Will... will you show me how... you know... how a man likes it?"

I got a wide grin on my face and said, "It would be my pleasure. Just do what you like to have done to you. I'll tell you what I like best." With that I sat up for a minute to look for Bo. I saw him running down the beach now with something in his mouth. I glanced over Katie's shoulder and saw that her panties were gone. Smart dog! I thought and almost laughed. I moved over and gave Katie a little more room on the blanket and lay back down on my back again, pulling her with me. I turned and kissed Katie's lips and then gently pushed her head downward.

She took the hint and began to kiss down my chest as I had done to her. Her mouth stopped at my nipples where she gently sucked them and used her teeth to nibble on the little nubs. Then she began to work her way down my body, stopping occasionally to bite me gently here and there. As her lips reached my pubic mound, her hand wrapped around my almost painfully throbbing penis. There was a veritable river of my juice streaming down the shaft. She used it to lubricate the shaft as her hand began to move up and down. Her face was but inches from my throbbing penis. I closed my eyes and moaned when she began to lick the head. She held the shaft tightly and used her tongue to flick the sensitive area just under the crown. My legs trembled and I moaned to let her know how much I liked that.

Katie teased the head with her tongue before she took it into her mouth for the first time. I heard her moan deep in her throat and felt her sucking.

"Oh Jesus Katie," I gasped as her teeth gently scraped across my swollen head. The scraping was accidental, because of her inexperience, but it was also gentle enough to be pleasurable. I moaned when she used her teeth to nibble at the sensitive head. Then she began to pump her hand and suck at the same time. The excitement of the day was bringing me rapidly to a peak. I placed my hands on Katie's face and turned it toward me. I saw that my penis was stretching her mouth almost painfully, but her eyes were still wild with excitement. "Katie... I'm... I'm getting close," I warned and then added, "You don't have to take it... take my cum in your mouth."

Katie moaned and she reached up and forcefully pulled my hands away from her face. She began to suck harder and her hand moved faster.

"Oh God," I gasped as I felt my balls begin to churn. I could feel my balls tightening, preparing. My hips lifted from the blanket, forcing my penis deep into her mouth. "Ahhhhheeeee!!!" I screamed as suddenly my sperm hurtled up the shaft and into Katie's sucking mouth. My body was consumed in pleasure as pulse after pulse of warm cream shot from the head of my penis. I could feel Katie swallowing everything I had. She didn't miss a beat as her hand pumped me, forcing every drop of sperm from my balls.

Finally my hips fell back to the blanket. I felt and then heard my penis slip from Katie's mouth with a wet pop. I looked down with blurry eyes to see her swallow one last time and then lay her head heavily on my stomach. When I regained a little strength I pulled her up and kissed her. "Thank you," I said. "I've had that done a few times in my life but nothing that good." She blushed but didn't answer.

As the sun began to set over the lake we gathered up our belongings.

"Where are my panties?" Katie asked.

I looked at Bo and I swear that if a dog could smile, he did. "I guess maybe a goose snatched them," I said and laughed.

Katie looked at me and said, "Yeah, right!"

It was obvious that she thought that I had taken them. I held out my hands with my palms up and shrugged my shoulders. It wasn't the first time that Bo had gotten me into trouble.

Katie slipped on her shorts without panties and we walked to the car arm in arm. I put Bo in the back of the wagon, where he immediately fell asleep, and we headed home.

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#### Chapter 3

As I suspected, I couldn't get Katie from my mind. She had gotten under my skin whether I wanted it or not. However, I knew that I had to resist. I had too many distractions to consider a permanent relationship and besides, I was pretty sure that she didn't want that either.

I avoided Katie all day. Finally, late on Monday, I checked her office and I was almost relieved to find that she wasn't there. Then I headed for Abigail's office to thank her again for the dinner on Friday night and the fun afterward. However, just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened and Katie walked out. I stepped back and stared at her in surprise. It was obvious from her look that she was surprised to see me as well. Hair was messed up and her clothes rumpled. I naturally assumed that she and Abigail had just had one of Abigail's "meetings." Strangely, instead of being angry or jealous, I somehow felt better. Katie being there more or less confirmed that she wasn't going to, or couldn't, change her routine for me.

"Hi," I said brightly when I had regained my composure.

Katie looked flustered and didn't respond.

"Catching up with Abigail I see."

"Uh... uh... yes," she said haltingly.

"It's all right Katie," I said meaningfully, nodding toward the door. However, she still seemed uncomfortable. "I understand Katie... really I do. You know I've been there too." I couldn't tell if she believed that I understood or not but she finally looked a little relieved.

She smiled slightly, leaned forward and whispered, "Call me tonight."

I smiled back and nodded. "Sure. And thanks again for the picnic yesterday. I really enjoyed it."

Katie blushed prettily and said, "I have to hurry." With that she disappeared down the hall.

I decided to wait for a better time to talk to Abigail since I guessed that she would be indisposed. However, as I turned to go I almost bumped into Molly.

"Oh Mr. Adams, just the person I was looking for," Molly gushed. "The sorority house that I'm rushing for is having a mixer Wednesday night and the girls were wondering if you would be the school chaperone... please." Her pretty blue eyes flashed at me. "I guarantee that you'll have fun."

I wasn't sure that the school required a chaperone and in fact, I was pretty certain that it didn't. However, I was just as certain that Molly would see to it that I had fun. But, it was the kind of fun that could get me into a lot of trouble-underage drinking and young girls. "I don't know Molly. I have a lot of work to catch up on."

"Please Mr. Adams. I'll get into a lot of trouble if you don't show up."

"Why on earth will you get into trouble if I don't come to your party?"

"I'm a pledge and if we don't accomplish the task... well some of the girls can be pretty cruel."

"Oh, I see." I wasn't totally ignorant of the hazing that still went on in colleges across the country. I looked down the empty hall before I said only half facetiously, "So you'll get a spanking if I don't show up?"

"Yes," she whispered with a surprisingly worried look on her face.

"I might pay to see that." The words were out of my mouth before I thought. I could feel my face turn red.

On the other hand, Molly's face turned from worried to lustful and she said, "You can spank me Mr. Adams... but it'll cost you a 'B' on my final exam." A big smile crossed her pretty face.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Here I was an intelligent man of 30 letting a teenager get one up on me. "Uh... uh..." I stuttered and tried to change the subject. "Uh... let me check to see if I can get my work done before Wednesday."

"Oh goodie," Molly squealed and jumped into my arms. She kissed my lips before I could push her away.

"Molly!" I scolded again looking down the empty hall.

She giggled and said, "You won't regret it Mr. Adams. I promise." With that she boldly reached down and grabbed my penis and squeezed it. Then she turned and walked down the hall. I watched in stunned silence as she swayed her sexy ass purposefully at me. I felt my face turn red when she looked back and saw me watching.

I agonized over whether I should go to the party or not. However, in the end, my lust overcame my reluctance, as it always did.

I don't know what time the party had started but by the time I arrived at 8 P.M. on Wednesday night it was in full swing. The sorority house was a large turn-of-the-century home that probably had twenty rooms. It was packed with kids; many of whom were already drunk. I couldn't tell which kids were 21 and who was under age, so I wasn't sure what good I was going to do as a chaperone. However, I was still sure that that wasn't why I was invited. The truth was that I didn't know why I was invited. There were plenty of young teachers at the school so why would they pick me? Maybe it was the fact that I had let Molly give me a blowjob in the library that gave me the edge. Maybe that showed that I was fair game. Nevertheless, there seemed to be very little upside and a lot of downside for me to be at this party. Still, the lure of Molly's promise to see that I had fun was clouding my brain. I was thinking with my penis again.

"Hi Mr. Adams," a pretty co-ed yelled to me over the loud music. It was Sondra, who I had met briefly at the library. She was in my afternoon class. "Here," she said, squeezing between dancing teenagers to hand me a beer.

"Thank you Sondra, have you seen Molly?"

"Yeah, she's around somewhere."

"Quite a party," I yelled, as I looked around at the frolicking kids.

"It's one of the biggest of the year. We get to 'introduce' the pledges to sorority life." Her face broke into a broad smile.

"I see." I didn't really but I figured I would find out.

"Well, I'll see you later," Sondra said with a smile and left me.

I wondered around, talking to the students that I knew and being introduced to others. It appeared that I was the only "adult" at the party. Suddenly, I felt a lot older than my thirty years. It was time to find another beer. Magically, Sondra appeared with a beer in her hand.

"Are you having fun yet?" she asked.

"Almost," I answered with a touch of sarcasm.

"Don't worry, you will." With that she disappeared into the crowd again.

After several beers I needed to find the rest room. I saw Sondra dancing nearby and asked her where the nearest bathroom was located. She told me it was upstairs and two doors on the right. As I walked away I remember thinking that it was a bit strange that she seemed to be wherever I was. I made my way through the thong of students and up the stairs. "One, two," I counted the doors out loud. My words sounded muted to my own ears; one of the effects of the loud music. I opened the second door and stopped dead in my tracks. It wasn't a bathroom but a dorm room. At first, my brain couldn't register what I was seeing. There were three guys standing in a row with their pants around their ankles. All three were sporting erections. However, the most amazing thing was that Molly was kneeling in front of the one in the middle sucking his penis and her hands were on the other two keeping them hard. The three boys looked over at me and smiled in an alcohol-induced haze. Molly, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice. She was far too busy sucking.

"Uh... uh..." I stuttered and began to back out of the room. Molly turned and looked at me, her eyes showing her surprise but she didn't stop sucking. As I closed the door I bumped into someone behind me. "Excuse me," I said and I turned and saw Sondra smiling at me. There she was again.

"I guess you found Molly."

"What's going on here," I whispered in a nervous voice, trying to keep voice under control.

The pretty girl smiled, lowered her voice and said, "It's like this Mr. Adams... Molly wants to join our sorority. There are twelve girls rushing tonight. We only have openings for six. To see which of them is worthy of our Sorority, they are required to "take care" of all of the guys at the party. The guys get to vote-the girls that get the highest points win."

"What do you mean by take care?" I asked stupidly.

Sondra smiled indulgently and said, "You know... give them pleasure."

The pretty girl moved very close to me and I backed up. Then, my eyes grew wide when her comment registered. I blurted, "There must be a hundred guys here!"

"Actually there are sixty-five for each girl-not counting you. They were selected very carefully... just like you." Her lips curled into a sexy smile again.

To say that I was stunned would have been a gross understatement. My mouth opened like a fish out of water but no words came out. Suddenly I realized that Sondra had backed me into an open dorm room. The noise of the door closing behind us brought me to my senses. "Uh... I have to... to get back downstairs to... uh chaperone."

"You don't think you were invited here to be a chaperone do you?"

"Uh... well... yes," I lied.

"Well, you're not doing a very good job," she laughed. Then her face turned serious and she said, "Come on Mr. Adams, there are no rules about having chaperones at parties here. This isn't high school." Sondra moved closer and pressed her substantial chest against me, forcing me back against the door. "You're not that naïve are you?" Sondra was a tall girl and her eyes were almost level with mine.

"No," I said unconvincingly. Suddenly, sweat broke out on my brow at the closeness of the young girl. Her body pressed harder against mine and I could feel unwanted excitement building. Sondra was a beautiful girl with long blond hair and a voluptuous figure. She was wearing a low cut tank top and a micro-mini skirt. The skirt was not only short but also so low on her hips that her pubic mount was almost visible.

"The Sorority assigned me the job to make sure that you have fun Mr. Adams. Are you having fun yet?"

That was the third time I had been asked that question. My answer was cut off by Sondra's mouth. My eyes opened wide in surprise as her tongue pushed between my lips. Suddenly, I felt her hand reach between us and grasp my rapidly swelling penis. I knew that I was in big trouble but I made no attempt to remove her hand.

When Sondra broke the kiss I saw that her eyes were burning with lust. She flattened her breasts on my chest and began to move her hand up and down my shaft. Then she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I've heard you like to fuck women in the ass."

My heart almost stopped at her words.

"You can fuck me in the ass if you want. In fact, you can fuck any hole I have Mr. Adams." With that, the young girl slipped to her knees in front of me.

I stood frozen from the shock of her words about me liking to "fuck women in the ass." Was she referring to what I had done to Abigail in her office? If so, how could she know? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my zipper being pulled down. Then I watched as Sondra reached inside and pulled my swollen penis from my pants.

"Oh yes," she whispered and took the head into her mouth without missing a beat.

I moaned in spite of the risk I was taking. I knew that this was beyond crazy but I was powerless to stop it. My hips began to move back and forth, forcing my shaft in and out of her sucking mouth. I could see her pretty eyes smiling up at me: almost smugly. As my excitement grew I reached for her head and pulled it toward me rather harshly. Sondra gagged but didn't try to pull away. Instead, she moaned and let me move my penis freely in and out of her mouth. As had happened a lot lately, my lust took over. I reached down and pulled her to her feet. Without a word I pushed her toward one of the bunk beds. It was covered with clothes and books-a typical dorm room. I pressed her against the board of the top bunk and moved my head toward her. Both of us moaned as our lips met again. Her tongue rushed into my mouth and her hips pressed against my throbbing shaft. Losing all control, I reached up and I pulled her top down until her large breasts were bare. She gasped when her breasts popped free. My hands found her soft flesh and hard nipples. I worked on both of them at the same time, squeezing her soft flesh. Suddenly, I was twisting her nipples and pressing my throbbing erection against her. She didn't seem to mind the rough treatment and gasped with approval. Our mouths were locked together and our tongues dueled. The young girl almost swooned in my arms.

She pulled her lips from mine and groaned, "Yes, yes, I love to have my nipples pinched."

I squeezed harder and felt her trembling. Then, I abruptly let them go and turned her around, forcing her to bend over with her hands on the bed. I reached under her tiny skirt and grasped her bare ass-she had forgotten to wear panties. "So you want to get your ass fucked?" I almost sneered.

"Oh God yes."

I pushed her skirt up to reveal the sweet globes of her buttocks. My hand was trembling as I reached between her legs and felt for her vagina. It was already dripping. With little resistance, two of my fingers slipped through the swollen lips and entered her warm hole.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned.

I moved my fingers in and out until her knees started to buckle. Then I pulled my now wet fingers out and brought them to her little rose. I used my middle finger to find the hole and then slowly slipped it inside.

"Oh yes," she gasped and swayed her buttocks back and forth as if to aid me in my quest to get the finger all the way into her ass. When it was in as far as it could go, I pulled back and added the second wet finger. Soon, I was moving my fingers in and out and she was rocking back and forth.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now Sondra."

She moaned.

"Do you want my cock in your tight little ass?"

"Yesssss!!!"

With great speed I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and moved between her legs, using my foot to spread her feet apart. Then I brought the swollen head of my penis to her now dripping vagina.

"Jesus," Sondra screamed as I slipped it deeply into her.

After several strokes I pulled away and moved the now wet head of my penis to Sondra's rear hole. I pushed forward. It was a tight fit but I heard her grunt and then felt her relax her sphincter. The swollen head almost popped inside. Now it was my turn to moan as her warm anal canal literally sucked my shaft inside. A second later I was buried to the hilt. I paused to catch my breath.

Sondra wanted action however. She pulled forward, letting my penis slip almost out of her clenching hole and then pressed back hard.

I got the message and started to move in and out rapidly. A second later my thighs were slapping loudly on her ass cheeks. She moaned and I wondered for a second if I was hurting her. But she pushed back for more. It obviously wasn't the first time she had taken a penis in her ass.

"Ohhhh Jesus, I'm going to cum," Sondra moaned.

I wasn't far behind. When I felt her ass begin to pulse deep inside I lost control. Suddenly she began to scream in climax and I was filling her with my seed. Each pulse of her ass brought a responding squirt from my penis. It felt like a gloved hand was wrapped around my penis and milking me. Her anal canal continued to throb long after the last squirt left my penis.

Finally, I was spent and staggered away, my wilting penis slipping from her still clenching hole. As Sondra collapsed to the bed I could see little tremors rippling through her body. I turned and grabbed my pants quickly and slipped them on. Sondra had recovered by the time I buckled my belt. She stood up and pulled her skirt down and her top back over her breast. Then she smiled at me.

"That was wonderful Mr. Adams." She leaned forward and kissed my lips. As she walked out the door she turned and said, "You can have my ass anytime you want." With that she was out the door and gone.

I followed her quickly, peeking out the door first. I saw several girls hurrying down the hall beside Sondra. I could hear them giggling. It occurred to me that they might have been listening at the door. They all looked back at me at the same time. I knew that I had been set up.

At that point I figured it was time that I got out of there and headed straight downstairs and out the door. I chastised myself for losing control again. However, as I walked home, I could still feel Sondra's tight little hole squeezing my penis.


	Part 5

#### Chapter 1

I entered my morning class a little late on Thursday and was surprised to see that Molly wasn't there. When she didn't show up by the time the class was over, I began to get a little concerned. She was normally very reliable and, so far, hadn't missed a class. It was nearly eleven thirty and I was still in my office when Molly walked in.

I was relieved when I looked up and saw the pretty co-ed. "There you are Molly. I was a little worried about you."

She looked a little frazzled as she came over to my desk. "Sorry Mr. Adams. I was serving my penance for not accomplishing my task last night."

It took a few seconds to realize what she was referring to. I asked, "Your penance?"

"Yes. Unfortunately I only took care of four of the five guys that were my responsibility. Jimmy Redmond passed out before I could get to him."

"Uh... oh... I... I see," I stammered, immediately uncomfortable with the conversation. However, I had to ask, "What was your penance?"

"I was spanked," she stated flatly.

I tried to keep my calm but her words were like an electric shock to me. I felt myself getting excited. "Well... uh... that's too bad."

"I told you that some of my sisters could be cruel," Molly said, now standing very close to me. "Do you want to see?" she whispered.

Before I could answer, Molly turned around and bent over my desk and pulled her short skirt up. I gasped as my eyes fell on her reddened cheeks; both appeared to be swollen and looked very tender. "My God Molly!" I gasped.

"They're really hot too. You can touch them if you want to."

Almost without thinking I reached my hand out and touched her red cheeks with my fingers. Then I slid my palm across the soft surface. They were indeed hot.

Molly began to move her buttocks back and forth as my hand moved across the surface of her soft skin.

Suddenly I realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away as if I had been burned. "This is unacceptable Molly. We need to report them," I said in a weak attempt at indignation.

"It's okay Mr. Adams. I... I kind of liked it. It made me hot." With that Molly spread her legs and bent further over. "See?"

I gasped as I stared between her legs and saw the glistening juice on her swollen sex lips. Almost in a trance I reached out and touched her vagina with my fingers.

"Mmmmm," Molly moaned and squirmed her hips.

Again I realized that we were in a very public classroom and pulled my hand away. I stood up and said in a stern voice, "Molly, come to my office." With that I grabbed some books on my desk to keep in front of my tented pants and left the room. I could hear Molly hurrying to catch up. When I got to my room I quickly unlocked the door and ushered Molly inside. I looked both ways down the hall before entering and locking the door. For once I was glad my office didn't have any windows.

Molly stood next to my desk in the tiny office.

My office was about the size of a large broom closet with a desk, two chairs and a small table. The room was strewn with papers and books. I quickly locked the door and walked over to my chair and sat down. "Okay Molly, we need to talk about this. You should know that there are strict rules about hazing at this school," I said. I took a lined pad and picked up a pen. "You can sit down Molly."

"I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you," Molly said with a smile.

"Uh... yes... uh, I understand," I said, trying to maintain my composure. "Now... uh... who are these girls?"

"I said that it was okay Mr. Adams." She walked around and leaned against my desk.

I tried to act professional but I couldn't help staring at the pretty teenager's thighs. Her skirt was pulled up, almost to her groin. I already knew that she didn't have panties on. I sat back in my chair in an attempt to put a little distance between her and I. That was a mistake. It gave Molly room to move between the desk and me.

"I've never been spanked before. It made me very excited," Molly almost hissed as she boldly placed a foot on the chair between my legs.

Suddenly, I had a perfect view of her swollen vagina. I realized for the first time that it was totally devoid of hair. The outer lips were fat and smooth-the inner lips were red and swollen. I could see that her sex juice was now trickling down her thighs. I could even smell her excitement. My head began to spin.

"I think it makes you excited too," Molly said and moved her foot until it was pressed on my throbbing erection.

I sucked in my breath and watched as if hypnotized as her foot gently massaged my groin. While I knew that I should put a stop to this, I also knew that it was far too late. I sat frozen as the young girl suddenly knelt between my legs. Her eyes were glassy as she opened my belt and pulled my zipper down. I helped by lifting up when she reached to pull my pants down. "Molly..." I started to say but stopped as her warm hand wrapped around my shaft. "Oh Jesus," I gasped as her mouth covered the swollen head. I reached out and grasped her head, my fingers tangling in her blond hair.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as I directed her head up and down on my shaft.

My hips began to lift from the chair as my excitement grew.

Suddenly, Molly pulled her mouth from my penis with a loud pop. She smiled and stood up. "I don't want you to cum in my mouth this time. I have a better place for it."

My eyes were as round as saucers as I watched her pull her tight skirt up to her waist and climb up until her thighs were on the arms of my chair. She reached between us and grasped my penis.

"Molly," I gasped again as she began to rub the swollen head on her wet vagina.

"Oh yes," she groaned as she fitted the head into her hole. Then she moved her hips down, slowly taking me inside her.

At that point, I was beyond caring about the stupidity of what I was doing. I grasped her hot buttocks in my hand and began to move her up and down. We both moaned in pleasure.

"That's it, fuck me... fuck me!" she gasped and began to move up and down with the help of my hands.

My old wooden chair was squeaking as it strained under our combined weight and the room was suddenly filled with our moans and the sloppy sound of our groins slapping together.

I could feel Molly's juice trickling down my balls as we both neared out peaks. "Oh God Molly, I'm going to cum!" I warned.

"Yes... yes... yes, cum in meeeee!!! Fill me... ohhhhhhh!!!"

Molly's vagina began to pulse around my shaft. Suddenly, my balls pulled up tight and I felt my sperm rushing up the shaft. "Ahhhhh!!!" I gasped and pulled the young girl's hips down on my shaft until I was buried as deeply as I could go. My body began to spasm as my sperm poured into her willing hole.

Molly's thighs strained in their position on the chair as convulsions racked her body. Her climax seemed to go on for a long time until finally she collapsed onto me.

We stayed in that position for several minutes. Finally, I pushed Molly up. We both groaned as my penis slipped from her sloppy hole.

"Thanks Mr. Adams. Now I won't have to get the rest of my punishment."

I looked at her strangely and said, "What does that mean?"

"My sisters told me that I could avoid the rest of my punishment if I got you to fuck me," Molly said with a wide grin. "Now I have the proof."

We both looked down and saw my cum trickling out of her hole.

"Sorry but I have to hurry. My big sister is waiting for me in the ladies room." With that Molly pulled her skirt down and turned and rushed out of my office.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. Once again I had played the sucker.

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#### Chapter 2

I called Katie that evening and we talked for a long time. Still, we avoided the subject of Abigail. It seemed that our individual relationship with her was private or somehow off limits. That worked for me.

Katie invited me to her place for dinner on Friday night. I thanked her and said I would see her tomorrow.

When I got to my office in the morning there was a note stuck to the door. It was from Abigail and said that I should be in her office this evening at 6 P.M. The note didn't explain why. Immediately I became worried. Could she have known about the party? I thought. It seemed that nothing was secret at this school.

I was worried all day but I didn't say anything to Katie when I saw her at lunch. I didn't think that it had anything to do with her.

It was almost six when I entered the administration building. It was quiet now that most of the staff had gone home. As I turned the corner I almost bumped into Katie as she came out of the ladies room. I stopped in shock. She had changed her clothes. Instead of her normal schoolteacher attire, she was wearing what looked like a private school girl's uniform. She had on a blue blazer, white blouse, and a blue and red checked pleated skirt with black shoes and white socks. Her red hair, which she normally let hang to her shoulders, was pulled back into to braided pigtails.

"Katie?" I said stupidly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, appearing just as shocked as I was.

"I got a note to be at Abigail's office at 6."

I saw her face flush. "So did I."

Now I was genuinely worried that Abigail had found out about Katie and I. She had warned me not to fraternize with students or faculty.

"I don't understand. Why are you dressed like that?"

"Abigail... Abigail told me to."

I stood frozen. Then I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 6 P.M. I didn't want to add lateness to whatever trouble I was already in. "We had better get to her office." We both turned and walked down the hall, deep in our own thoughts. I tapped on the door and heard Abigail tell us to come in.

Abigail was sitting at her desk when we entered. "Please sit down," she said, barely looking up from something she was reading. I had come to expect that.

Katie and I sat in the two chairs in front of her desk. I glanced over at Katie and saw her attempt to pull the impossibly short skirt down. Most of her thighs were still bare.

Suddenly the room was deadly quiet. Only the ticking of the clock on the wall interrupted the silence. I glanced over at Katie several times and saw her squirming uncomfortably on the chair. I wasn't comfortable either; my heart was thumping in my chest and I was breaking out in a cold sweat. Still, I tried to remain calm.

It seemed like hours before Abigail looked at us over her reading glasses. She stared for a minute then put what she was reading down and sat back. She carelessly tossed her reading glasses onto the desk. "Well, it seems that the two of you have violated a basic rule of mine." She paused, her lips pursed like she was scolding petulant children.

I glanced at Katie and she looked at me. How does she know? I thought again. I certainly hadn't said anything. I wondered if Katie had. We both sat quietly.

Abigail crossed her legs casually, showing an expanse of her sexy thigh. "Nothing to say huh?"

"Abigail... I... Katie... it's my fault." I tried to sound gallant but it didn't come out that way. It sounded more like a whine.

"I don't want your excuses." With that Abigail stood up and walked over to the door. The click of the lock made both Katie and I jump. Katie looked like she was going to cry. We watched as she walked back behind her desk and sat down.

"Come over here Katie."

Katie looked at me and hesitated.

"Now!"

Katie jumped up and hurried over to Abigail, her head down.

"Take you're jacket off."

She stripped off her blazer and laid it on the desk.

I almost gasped. The white blouse she had on was totally sheer and her braless breasts were plainly visible.

"Come closer," Abigail said and pulled Katie close to her. "At least you obeyed me about your clothes." Abigail turned to me and said, "Katie likes to dress like a little girl for me sometimes." With that she reached up and ran her painted fingernail across a nipple, barely hidden under the thin white material. It immediately hardened and Katie shivered noticeably.

Suddenly I felt stirring in my groin. I shifted in my chair and watched as the older woman gently rubbed one nipple before moving to the other. Katie's breath was coming more rapid now as she stood with her hands behind her back, almost swaying.

"She has lovely breasts doesn't she?" Abigail asked rhetorically.

I could see that Abigail's eyes were filled with lust now. I watched as she began to unbutton Katie's blouse. Katie looked over at me with dread in her eyes. But I could see excitement as well.

When the blouse was all the way open, Abigail reached up and pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall down her back. The cuffs held the blouse at her wrists behind her. She didn't try to remove it.

I stared at her gorgeous breasts. She looked like a very well built high school girl. Her breasts sat up proudly and the pink nipples looked like pencil erasers. This was the second time I had seen them and like the last time, I was amazed at how creamy the skin appeared, with only a spattering of freckles on the surface.

"Katie loves to have her breasts played with," Abigail said and began to cup the firm orbs with her open hands. She added, turning her head slightly toward me, "But you already know that." Then, as she remained seated, she pulled Katie closer and brought one hard nipple to her lips.

Katie groaned. She appeared almost helpless as she looked over at me. However, from her flushed face and hooded eyelids, I could see that she was getting very excited.

The room filled with the sound of Abigail's sucking lips. She sucked one nipple into her mouth before letting it slip out with a pop. Then she did the same to the other. I heard Katie whimper and could see goose bumps on her arms.

"Yes, little Katie gets very excited when I play with her breasts. Let's see how excited she is." With that Abigail reached down and slipped her hand under Katie's short skirt.

My penis was now throbbing in my pants as I watched her fingers disappear under her skirt.

"Umm, her panties are positively soaked," she said and then with one quick motion, Abigail pulled her panties down to her knees. Then her hand went back up her skirt. Katie gasped and trembled and I could see Abigail's arm moving. "Spread your legs," she ordered. Katie tried but the panties at her knees kept her from moving very far. "Let's get these off," Abigail said.

Katie moaned and let her pull them off her feet, her hands going to Abigail's shoulders for balance.

"My, my, these are wet," Abigail hissed excitedly as she held the soaked crotch up for me to see. Then she brought the panties to her nose. "She smells sweet. Just like the virgin that she is." She smiled and tossed the panties at me. They landed in my lap.

I looked down and then back up at her. She had a smug look on her face. I began to think that she was doing this to punish me for breaking her rules. It appeared that she was going to make me watch as she took her pleasure.

Abigail reached back under Katie's skirt.

"Ohhhh!!!" Katie gasped and went up on her toes.

"Ah yes, she is still a virgin. Her little hole is still so tight." Abigail looked at me and said, "I'm surprised that you didn't get further."

I wasn't sure if that was a reprimand or if she was mocking me. Regardless, I could feel myself getting very excited as I watched her hand continue to move under her skirt.

Then Abigail stood up and pulled her hand from between her legs. With her standard 4 inches high heels she was at least two inches taller than Katie was. It made Katie look even more like a teenaged girl. Abigail pulled Katie to her and wrapped her arms around her back. The two made quite a contrast: the older woman dressed in a fashionable business suit and the half-naked young girl.

I watched in amazement as she brought her lips to Katie. Katie didn't resist. Instead she almost melted into her arms. I heard Katie moan as Abigail reached up and grasped her pigtails, pulling her head back. Her lips followed, pressing almost violently to Katie's open mouth.

By this time my heart was pounding in my chest with excitement and my penis was throbbing. Instead of feeling jealous at Abigail's handling of Katie, I grew even more excited. Katie seemed to be enjoying it. I know that I was. In fact, strangely, instead of jealously, I felt even more attracted to Katie. I can't to this day explain it. I have learned since that most men love to see two women together. But I have no idea why. We just do.

My thoughts were interrupted when Abigail broke the kiss and stepped back. Then she reached down and swiftly pulled her tight skirt up to her waist. I gasped when I saw that she didn't have on anything under her skirt. She sat back down and spread her legs.

Katie looked over at me and I could see that her face was now a mask of lust. But I could also detect indecision. She bit her lip and looked from me to the woman sitting in front of her with her legs obscenely spread. Her eyes shifted down to her crotch. With a little whimper of surrender and without being asked she slipped to her knees. Her hands were still held behind her back by the cuffs of her blouse but she could pull them forward enough to grasp Abigail's knees. She pushed her legs further apart and bent forward.

Suddenly, the desk was blocking my view. I sat up in the chair in time to see Katie's face disappear between Abigail's thighs.

"Oh yes!" Abigail hissed. She reached down and grasped Katie's pigtails again. Then she lifted her legs and wrapped them around her shoulders, scooting down in her chair.

My penis was ready to split my pants as I watched the seemingly innocent girl go to work on Abigail. Abigail held her hair as if to guide her. However, it was entirely unnecessary. Katie's head bobbed up and down and I could hear her lips working on Abigail's vagina.

"That's it sweetie, eat me. Suck my cunt!"

The room was quickly filled with Abigail's moans and little whimpers coming from Katie. Soon Abigail was squirming in the chair and her head was thrown back as she neared a climax. I watched her face grimace in pleasure as she bucked her hips upward. Suddenly, her hands left her pigtails and pulled Katie's head harshly between her thighs. "Yes... yes... yes... I'm cummmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!" she screamed as her body began to thrash in the chair. Katie held on, continuing to suck until the older woman's legs fell from her shoulders.

When Katie finally pulled back and looked at me I saw that her pretty face was dripping with Abigail's juice.

A few seconds later Abigail recovered and she helped Katie stand up. Then she made her lie back on the desk with her legs spread before her. "It's your turn," Abigail whispered to Katie as she slid her chair close to the desk and lifted the girl's thighs.

Katie's head was over the front of the desk leaning back. Her eyes were open and she was looking directly at me from her upside down position. I watched the pleasure cover her face and her eyes close as Abigail began to eat her.

I couldn't take anymore and I stood up. I could see Abigail's eyes watching me as I pulled my zipper down. However, she didn't pull away so I opened my pants and dropped them to the floor. I stepped forward and placed my dripping penis on Katie's mouth. I could still see the sticky remains on her lips from her activity between Abigail's legs. She opened her eyes and looked up at me startled. But then she opened her mouth and took the head inside. "Oh Jesus," I moaned as I pressed forward, burying my penis in her throat. I could feel Katie gag but then her throat opened for me. I pushed until my balls were touching her forehead. I could feel her throat caressing me and then she gagged a little again. I pulled out and let her breathe before pushing back in. Soon, I was working my penis back and forth as Abigail sucked her. It didn't take long before I felt Katie trembling. She stopped sucking and her body began to convulse with her climax. It was almost too much for me and I had to pull out or risk cumming in her mouth. I figured Abigail wouldn't like that. I was right.

As soon as Katie's climax was over, Abigail pulled away. Now her face was as wet as Katie's had been. She had a Cheshire cat grin on her face. She pulled Katie up and took her hand. Then she walked around the desk and stepped in front of me. She sat on the desk and leaned back. I turned to Katie and looked at her. She was smiling now.

"Put him in me Katie," Abigail hissed excitedly. "I want to fuck him until he cums and then you are going to eat me again. That's your punishment for sneaking around my back."

I almost laughed. Some punishment, I thought.

Katie reached down and wrapped her hand around my pulsing shaft. The warmth of her soft hand almost made me climax. Fortunately she didn't squeeze or pump me; she simply pulled me closer to Abigail's wet vagina. Then she positioned the swollen head at the entrance to Abigail's dripping hole. She slowly fed my penis in.

I fought to keep my hips still. If I started to pump her now I was sure I would climax. I watched as my penis disappeared inside the older woman. Finally, Katie had to pull her hand from my penis and the remaining inches slipped inside. Both Abigail and I moaned.

Abigail lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass, signaling me that it was time to move.

I pulled my penis out slowly and then threw my hips forward until I was all the way inside her again.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Abigail moaned and gasped for breath.

I didn't let her catch her breath as I began to move rapidly in and out. When I turned to Katie I saw her staring at our sex organs. Her face looked like a child at Christmas. I assumed that she had never witnessed anyone having sex before. I began to move faster, creating a sucking sound.

I felt Katie place her hand on my naked buttocks and she began to push me forward like I needed help. I turned and looked at her. Her mouth was open and her breathing was rapid again. She was clearly excited. I reached behind her head and grasped a pigtail. I pulled her lips roughly to mine.

"Mmmmm!!!" Katie moaned as my tongue entered her mouth like my penis was entering Abigail.

I was lost in the kiss when I felt Abigail tense. I had almost forgotten about her. I pulled away from Katie and watched as the older woman began to convulse in pleasure. Her grasping vagina was more than I could take. With a bellow I unleashed my sperm deep into the still climaxing woman. I could feel Katie's fingers digging into my ass cheeks as she pressed me forward.

Soon my balls were empty and my penis began to wilt. I looked down and watched it slip out of Abigail's stretched hole. I took a deep breath and stepped back, falling heavily into the chair behind me. A second later I watched Katie go to her knees and take my place. Her head blocked my view of Abigail's vagina so I couldn't see what Katie was doing. However, I could hear the sucking sounds. Then I saw Abigail wrapped her legs around her head again and she grasped her pigtails, letting out a groan of pleasure as she pulled her head forward.

I watched in fascination as Katie's head moved back and forth and then up and down. It was obvious that she had done this more than once. However, I was pretty sure that she hadn't done it when Abigail was filled with cream.

It didn't take long before I heard Abigail gasping. Her hips lifted from the desk and she tensed as another climax rushed through her. When she settled back down, Katie didn't stop. She continued to eat her until she climaxed several more times. I saw Katie trembling several times and wondered if she had climaxed as well.

A short time later Abigail pushed Katie's head away, got up from the desk, then went around to her chair again. She straightened her clothes, put her glasses on and sat down. Katie stood up next to me and we looked at Abigail. "You two may go now. I hope you learned your lesson." Her lips curled up in an almost imperceptible smile. Then she picked up a paper on her desk and began to read.

Katie and I knew that it was time to go. We left her office and walked down the hallway in silence. Now that the excitement was over we both seemed a little embarrassed. However, before we stepped outside the building I stopped and pulled Katie back. I looked at her face and saw concern. She knew what was coming.

"Katie, how did Abigail know about us?"

She looked away from me and her face flushed. She hesitated.

I waited.

"I... I... told her." She looked up at me with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "Abigail has a way of getting things out of me."

I tried to look mad but it was impossible. I pulled her to me and kissed her. I could feel her the tension in her body ease. The kiss lasted for a long time, gradually turning passionate. I realized that there might still be people in the building and pushed Katie back. "Are we still on for Friday night?"

Katie's eyes sparkled and she smiled brightly. "Yes."

"See you then," I said and kissed her briefly again. As we parted I felt excitement at the thought of what Friday night would bring.

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#### Chapter 3

I was a little late getting to Katie's house because I stopped to pick up some flowers. I felt my heart flutter when she opened the door and I saw her smiling face. She was dressed in a lime green cocktail dress that was cut in a V down her chest. Thin straps held it up, running across her shoulders. The soft cotton flowed down her trim waist and was tight across her hips. It was modestly short on her thighs.

"Wow, you look great," I said as I handed her the flowers.

"Thank you," she answered.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently. She lifted up and prolonged the kiss, pushing her sweet tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body to me as the kiss grew passionate. My hands slipped down her waist to grasp the soft cheeks of her buttocks. I could feel my penis begin to harden.

Katie broke the kiss and pushed me back. "Later," she whispered. "I have dinner on." With that she took my hand and led me into the house.

I sat on the sofa as she hurried off to get me a glass of wine. When she came back she curled up next to me on the sofa. We tapped our glasses together and then sat silently for a few moments.

"Katie..."

"Jim..."

We both started to talk at the same time then stopped and laughed.

"You first," I said.

"Uh... I don't really know where to start. I guess I just wanted to explain about... about... you know, what happened in Abigail's office."

"You don't have to explain anything."

"I want to because I don't want you to think that I set you up. I... I didn't know what Abigail was going to do."

"I know that. I could see that you were as surprised as I was."

"Abigail has a way of getting what she wants. My relationship with her started right after she hired me. I'm embarrassed to say that I went along with it because of my job."

"I know, so did I."

"But that's not why I do it now," Katie said and I saw her face flush. She continued. "Abigail taught me things... things that amazed and excited me. Until her, I had never even thought of another woman. The first time... the first time we did it, I was shocked and embarrassed. But I was also determined to keep my job. It paid twice what anyone else offered me. After the first time together, each time was a little easier, until finally, I had to admit that I liked it."

Katie paused and looked at me expectantly.

"You got paid twice what anyone else offered you? I only got a 20% increase." I said. Then I smiled.

Katie smiled back and slapped me on the shoulder. "I'm trying to be serious."

"All right, I'll behave. The truth is that she made me an offer I couldn't refuse either. I was surprised when I realized that there was more to the job then met the eye. I wasn't totally naive but I wasn't all that experienced either."

Katie looked down at her wine glass and then continued almost shyly. "We've been doing something almost every week since I started here. I guess that I've used it as an excuse not to find my own relationship. I used her as my sexual outlet. Then you came along. After... after we went to the beach together I thought I could resist her." She paused and took a drink of her wine. "But when she told me to come to her office the next day, I couldn't say no. I realized that I still need her. I know it's wrong but the excitement I get when we are together is more that anything I have ever felt with anyone... that is until you."

I looked at her, trying to keep my expression neutral.

"I care a lot for you Jim. Maybe more than a lot, but... but... I'm confused." Katie's eyes started to well up with tears.

"I understand Katie," I said and reached up to caress her face. She turned her face and kissed my hand. "I'm not going to judge you. And I certainly don't think any the less of you. If I did, I would have to condemn my own actions. I care for you too Katie. In fact... in fact," I said and paused. "Katie, I think I'm in love with you."

Katie's tears overflowed and began to stream down her cheeks. However, her face brightened and she said, "I love you too Jim."

She fell into my arms and our lips met. Then I pulled away and took her wine glass and mine and sat it on the coffee table. I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her again. When my hand found her breast, she moaned into my mouth and lifted her chest toward me. I slipped my hand down her top and squeezed the soft orb. I could feel the nipple harden in my palm. Then I pried my lips from hers and began to kiss down her neck, leaving little love bites along the way.

"God Jim," Katie gasped when I lifted her breast from the top of her dress.

My lips found the nipple and I began to suck. Just at that moment a bell went off in the kitchen.

Katie reluctantly pulled her breast from my lips and said, "Dinner is almost ready."

I moaned and tried to pull her back but she pushed away and hurried to the kitchen. A few minutes later we were sitting at the dining room table eating by candlelight. The food was delicious and I was surprised that Katie was such a good cook. However, my excitement at being so close to her took away some of the pleasure of the food.

When dinner was over, Katie got up and came around and sat on my lap. We kissed for a few minutes. My hand reached for her thigh. I was surprised when she stopped me. She stared into my eyes for a moment and then stood and took my hand. I followed her as she led me down the hall and into the bedroom.

I guess that I shouldn't have been surprised that the bedroom was ready for us. There were pretty lavender satin sheets on the turned down bed. The lights were low and there was soft music playing. I took Katie into my arms and pulled her close. We started to dance slowly. I caressed her back as my hands slowly slipped lower. When I reached her buttocks I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin material. She wasn't wearing panties. I pulled her to me, pressing my hard penis to her stomach. I knew that she could feel it.

I kissed her lips again as my hands reached for the straps of her dress. I gently lowered them until the top of her dress fell from her breasts. Then I pushed it over her waist and let it fall to the floor. I pulled her back to me and we began to dance again. She was entirely naked now except for a pair of high heels. I was still fully dressed.

Katie reached down and grasped my shaft through my pants. I moaned and she looked up at me. "Make love to me Jim," she whispered.

"Are you sure?" I asked. I'm not sure what I would have done if she had said no. I stared into her eyes and saw an incredible look of love.

"Yes," she whispered.

I pushed her back until she was seated on the bed. Then I knelt at her feet. "God you're beautiful." I gazed at her body.

Katie blushed prettily.

I tore my eyes from hers as I slowly pushed her thighs apart. Suddenly I was staring at her sweet vagina. Then I bent forward and began to kiss down her lightly freckled thigh. The skin was incredibly soft and warm under my lips. As I neared her center, I could smell her excitement. The sweet aroma excited me. I lifted her legs and spread them further open. My heart began to pound in my chest as I stared at her hairless vagina. It was swollen and dripping. I lowered my mouth.

"Ohhhhhh Godddd!!!" Katie cried as she lifted her hips to my mouth.

I moaned as her swollen outer lips caressed my cheeks as my tongue sought her hole. I pushed in deep and found that there was a pool of juice deep inside. I dipped my tongue in to it and brought it back to my mouth. A little moan escaped my lips. Suddenly, my mouth went wild. I sucked the swollen inner lips into my mouth over and over before pushing them out and searching for her clit. I found the sensitive little pea hidden under a protective covering of skin. I felt her jump when I lapped my tongue across the swollen nub. Then I sucked it into my mouth. Katie screamed and grabbed my head. I could feel her body trembling as she climaxed.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she moaned over and over as her climax raged through her.

I continued to suck and lick her for a long time. I think she had several more small climaxes. I don't know how long I would have stayed there if she hadn't pushed my head away. I backed away but continued to kiss her swollen sex and the soft skin on her thighs.

Finally I felt her lift my face from between her legs. She looked down at me and whispered, "Fuck me Jim. I need you inside me."

I stood up and hastily removed my clothes. When I was totally naked I stood in front of her. I grasped my penis and moved my hand up and down. I could see her eyes devouring my body.

"I want that in me," she gasped. "I want that big cock in my virgin pussy."

A tremor rushed through my body at her naughty words. My knees suddenly became very weak.

We crawled onto the cool sheets and I took her in my arms, pressing my lips to hers again. She didn't seem to mind that they were soaked with her juices. Then I kissed down her chest until my lips found her nipples again. Soon she was squirming under me on the slippery sheets. My finger found her swollen sex and slipped inside. It was tight, wet and warm.

"Mmmmm!!!" Katie moaned and her vagina pulsed around my finger.

It felt so tight that I wondered how I was going to get my penis inside. I added a second finger and worked both in and out. She opened her legs wide and let me gently stretch her. When I thought she was ready, I pulled away and crawled between her legs. She opened them wide for me then wrapped them around my waist. I lowered myself slowly until my penis head touched her vagina. It slipped down between the swollen lips but didn't enter her hole.

Katie frantically reached between us and took my penis in her hand. She guided it to her hole.

"Oh God," I moaned as the head slipped inside. I looked down and saw that Katie's face was a mask of concentration. She was breathing heavily through her open mouth.

I pressed slowly downward. I could feel her tight sphincter muscles resisting. But I was insistent and pushed harder. About half my penis slipped inside. I stopped when I heard Katie whimpering. I thought that I might be hurting her.

"No... no... no... don't stop!" she gasped.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

Her answer was to wrap her arms around my neck and lock her legs around my waist.

I pushed once more and my entire penis slipped inside her.

We both gasped in pleasure and relief.

I froze with my penis all the way inside and my balls lying gently on her wet lips. I could feel Katie's heart beating in her chest. The rhythm matched mine. Her stretched lips felt tight around the base of my penis.

After several minutes, I felt Katie's hips begin to move. When they did, I gently pulled a little way out and pushed back inside. I did it again, pulling almost all the way out with just the head inside. Her tight hole squeezed the head like a vise. I could feel her slick membranes caressing me, trying to draw me back in.

"Oh God Jim... please... please," Katie begged.

I was too excited to tease her. I dropped my weight, forcing every inch of my shaft deep into her hole.

"Ahhhhheeee!!!" Katie screamed as her hole opened to take me to the bottom.

I began to move my hips up and down, slowly building the tempo until I was pounding into her. She took everything I had and lifted up for more.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me Jim."

I doubled my effort, driving down with such force that the bed squeaked under the strain. There was a rasping sound as our bodies writhed on the satin sheets.

Suddenly Katie squeezed me tightly with her legs and pushed up into me before she froze. She gasped and suddenly her body began to convulse under me. I held on, continuing to pound her as her climax peaked. I felt my balls begin to tighten. "Oh God Katie, I'm getting close," I gasped. I was trying to warn her. However, when she didn't answer, I said, "Should I pull out?" I asked the question because I wasn't sure if she was on any kind of birth control.

"No... no... I want you're cum in me. Please cum in meeee!!!" she screamed and began to climax again.

My penis pulsed and explosions went off in my head. "I love you," I gasped as I filled her womb with my seed.

Epilog

The door to my classroom opened and I saw Katie come in.

"Where're the kids?" I asked.

"They are staying with Aunt Abigail this evening."

"Oh really," I said and smiled.

"Yes. Maria and Juan are coming over for dinner and then the four of us are going to have a little fun."

I smiled brightly and thought of Maria and her husband Juan. It had been a couple months since we had gotten together for a night of mutual loving. As Katie sat on my lap, I counted my blessings: A great wife and kids, a great job teaching horny students, and incredibly sexy friends. What more could a man ask?


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