Teaching The Professor
by Beverly St. John
(LLP-797)


CHAPTER ONE 

Yancy Jensen lifted his sunglasses slightly so he could observe the pretty 
brunette girl closer as she walked across campus. He had seen the lush, 
sensual girl in his English class that morning. He disliked being the center 
of attention when such an attractive young female student was in the class. 
Yancy knew the other students would be very quick to pick up on him if he 
started flirting too boldly with the brunette. Yancy didn't even know her 
name. He was a rather unorthodox college professor and did not bother to 
take attendance until the third day of classes. That way everyone who was 
going to transfer in and out would do it without upsetting his books and 
giving him more paper work. Yancy very rarely went by the rules, and because 
he had a very popular novel published not long ago, the English department 
put up with his transgressions. In fact he was actually the possessor of 
minor fame. His name affiliated with the school was good for business. 
Yancy, for all his eccentricities was at home among the student population 
of the university. It was there that he found both the sensuality and the 
mental interest to keep his life stimulating. Of course, Yancy had a strong 
tendency to act on his attraction to firm young female flesh. Last term had 
been relatively cool. He met one girl, a senior, and screwed her all term 
long. When she graduated, she remained in the stable of girlfriends Yancy 
always kept. The problem was he could not say no. 

The brunette smiled as she walked past Yancy, and Yancy's immediate impulse 
was to wave her over. He almost regretted he had done it as she turned and 
began walking toward him. The sight of her full face was enough to make his 
heart beat. She was strikingly beautiful with long, curly brunette hair and 
big, wide hazel eyes. She had an extremely sensual carriage which wiggled 
delightfully as she approached, and as she smiled, Yancy took in the 
perfection of her lips. Sweetly textured and dewy, they constituted the most 
erotic features on her face. 

"Hello, Professor," she said. "I rather enjoyed our introductory class this 
morning. I'm glad you're not going through all that grammar shit; I mean I'm 
glad you're getting to the literature right away." 

The word shit was incongruous with this girl's somewhat country-fresh charm, 
but Yancy smiled, realizing that she was trying to impress him with her 
adult qualities. She couldn't have been more than eighteen-a freshman, and 
what a pretty one. Big ripe breasts-she was everything a girlish woman 
should be-voluptuous without any excess weight, womanly and yet oh, so 
girlish at the same time. She wore a rather tight pale blue sweater which 
allowed the firm buttons of her nipples to protrude. 

"I'm glad you liked the class. What's your name?" 

"Rochelle," the girl said softly. "Rochelle Bedford. I'm very happy to meet 
you, Professor Jensen," she said, extending her hand. 

He shook her hand formally, broadening his smile. "You can call me Yancy 
when we're out of class, Rochelle. And now, do you have a free period?" 

"As a matter-of-fact, I do," the girl said, smiling broadly and lifting her 
brow. She knew what was coming. She had no idea; she did not expect the 
handsome professor to flirt with her. She had noticed quite a few attractive 
girls in the morning English class besides herself. 

Rochelle was from a small town. She had very little exposure when it came to 
sophisticated flirtations, but she did know that Yancy was sending sparks 
her way. He was shooting some kind of peculiar electricity at her. 

"Perhaps we could go have some lunch," he said, taking her arm brazenly. 

The girl let it be known that she thought lunch would be a magnificent idea. 
"By all means," she said. "Let's go to the Grape Bowl." 

The Grape Bowl was an off-campus winery with dim lights and a romantic 
atmosphere even for lunch. The menu consisted of nothing more than wine and 
cheese, but the joint was extremely popular with campus couples. 

Yancy led the girl to his beat-up old Jaguar coupe which was parked in the 
teachers' parking lot. He put the top down on the old car, knowing that 
young pretty girls always liked to think of themselves as the pretty girl in 
the whiskey ads they see on billboards. Yes, like a B-movie set, he thought. 
Ooh, he was so hip to them. He turned the radio on to a soft jazz station to 
provide sound track for his B-movie. He then slid the car into first gear 
and took off across campus. 

The girl asked if she could light a reefer and Yancy smiled, nodding his 
head approvingly. "Sure, just wait till we get off campus," he said. He did 
not have a reefer habit by any means, but knew it to be a relatively 
harmless herb and did not discourage its use among students. Some of them 
could handle it; others couldn't. The ones who couldn't had to figure that 
out for themselves. But Yancy was glad that Rochelle was smoking reefer. It 
took her out of the category he had hypothetically placed her in. Yes, he 
was afraid that this very moist, luscious female might be just too innocent 
for what he had in mind. Perhaps she saw him as a father-figure and just 
wanted to pass time in long-winded tte-...-ttes. That had happened to 
Yancy many times in the past. It was all right as long as his lust for the 
particular girl was not too overwhelming. If it was, Yancy had to make his 
intentions clear quickly. With this girl, he had not yet decided how to play 
it. 

They got to the Grape Bowl and Yancy walked around to the passenger's side 
and assisted her out of the car. His hand circled her arm and he grazed her 
breast with his knuckles as she emerged from the cockpit of the tiny sports 
car. 

They walked into the Grape Bowl and sat down at an isolated table. They 
ordered wine and some cheese. Then the girl began opening up. 

"I'm so excited about my first year at college. You have no idea what this 
means to me. All my life I've lived with my parents. I've had no chance to 
explore my true self. I might be the wildest thing around. Then again, I 
might be a real square. I just don't know yet. Do you understand that, 
Yancy?" 

"Of course. You have to find yourself. Only experience does that." 

"Yes," she said. 

The girl went on and on, rapping about her pilgrimage to the present, and 
within an hour they were old friends. Yancy had not made one forward move 
and had not in fact even really touched the girl. He was extremely thankful 
when, after an hour and a half of earnest listening, he was rewarded with a 
graceful female palm moving slowly up his leg. 

The Grape Bowl owners were thoughtful enough to put long white tablecloths 
on the wooden tables so no one could see as the hot brunette let her palm 
move up and press down on the bulge of Yancy's prick. 

"Would you rather I didn't do that, Yancy?" she said, squeezing his penis 
through his cloth pants. 

"I can't exactly say that, Rochelle, although it does present a problem. You 
see, you're a student of mine." 

"I understand," she said, reaching down under the table with her other hand 
now and unzipping his pants. She undid his belt and smiled as he cooperated 
enough to lift his ass off the seat so she could slip his pants down under 
his dick and balls. 

"Rochelle, this is insane. Do you realize how much trouble I would be in if 
I got caught with you?" 

"I can't help it, Yancy. You have to understand; my experience is very 
limited and sometimes I just get impulsive. I wanted to give you 
something-some pleasure-for all the relief you've given me in the past few 
hours. You see, I had no one to speak to and you were suddenly there, just 
where I needed you." 

Yancy looked at his watch. He had another class in an hour and then he was 
free for the day. He had the feeling that if he took her back to his pad now 
he could screw her solid, but alas, he could not miss his class. He would 
have to be patient. 

The girl began stroking his penis with her fingertips. What she lacked in 
experience she made up for in sensitivity. She squeezed his prick, but not 
too hard. She let the center of her palm rub softly under the head of his 
cock and her other hand massaged the tight sacs of his balls. 

"Yancy, is there anywhere we could go?" she said. "I'd like you to take my 
virginity. I've had it too long and I don't need it any more. I'm hungry for 
this hard lollipop," she said, contracting her fist around his prick. 

Yancy gasped. His prick pulsed in her hand. A virgin! He was going to pop 
her cherry. He struggled to contain the smile that would have detracted from 
the seriousness of his romantic stare. His eyes were big and reflected her 
own image back at her. 

Rochelle was somewhat hypnotized by the man. Sometimes he looked like a 
total maniac, othertimes like a wise man. His mysterious black eyes and dark 
beard contributed to an already reclusive look. 

"I do think you should put my prick away, young lady. We should get right 
back to campus so I can teach my afternoon class. We can proceed with this 
after school. I'll give you my address and you can come over this evening." 

"Oh, Yance, I really want to suck your prick," she said. Yancy looked 
around. Although there was nobody in the immediate area, the waiter came by 
frequently. He would notice her absence if she got under the table and 
sucked him off. Yet the idea of having his prick sucked in a restaurant 
excited him greatly and especially when he looked at her lush lips. 

"No one will notice," she said, seemingly reading his paranoia. "But..." 

"I'm going under the table, Yance," the brunette said, her wide hazel eyes 
glinting mischievously. 

Rochelle scooped her hair into a ponytail and tied it with a rubber band. 
That way it would not get in her way. She then lifted the tablecloth 
directly in front of her and proceeded to drop down to her knees. She did 
not care if her stockings got messed up, although she put a cloth napkin 
down on the floor to prevent unnecessary pressure on her knees. She slid 
under the table gracefully, her nubile young body cooperating with her 
desires. 

Yancy felt her hands on his balls and penis now as she licked him and 
massaged him. He groaned softly and was about to close his eyes when the 
waiter's footsteps could be heard. The man walked by and looked at the 
table. Yancy smiled as the waiter walked by. Apparently the man thought the 
girl was in the bathroom, or was completely unconcerned with where she went. 
All the better, Yancy thought to himself. He could feel Rochelle's hot lips 
expanding over the very tip of his penis. Her tongue began whipping the tip 
and Yancy groaned, his hand moving down to her forehead. He felt her smooth, 
creamy skin. He let his finger examine her high cheekbones and the 
hollowness of her cheeks as she sucked his prick. He cupped her chin and 
traced the movement of his prick in and out of her mouth. 

In a few moments the girl stopped sucking his dick and lifted his cock up. 
She scooped his balls into the palm of her hand and guided the hot, hairy 
male sacs into her mouth. The girl fluttered her tongue over them and then 
sucked furiously. All the while she was stroking Yancy's prick with her 
delicate fingertips. She was very sensitive to pleasure and giving it was an 
extreme joy to her. She clasped her fist around the very tip of his prick as 
she continued sucking his balls. 

She felt him pulse and throb. Although she had never had a man's prick in 
her body before-not even in her mouth-she had given one previous boyfriend 
frequent hand-jobs. She could tell when a man's prick was about to explode. 
She could tell by the way it heated up and pulsed. She knew that Yancy was 
coming. She closed her lips hotly, hungrily, around his dong and slid it 
down until her nose bumped against his underbelly. She completely covered 
his hot prick with her moist mouth. 

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, her big hazel eyes closed. She felt dreamy and 
sensual as she let her head move up and down, her lips sliding on and off 
the stiff pole of Yancy's penis. 

"Mmmmm," the girl moaned softly to herself. 

Yancy could not hear her. All he could do was feel her hot tongue whipping 
over the tip of his prick as he ejaculated hot jizz into her mouth. 

"Mmmmmmm," Rochelle moaned softly as the jizz slid down her throat, as it 
filled her mouth and dribbled from the corners of her lips. She drank as 
much of the orgasm as she could contain, letting the rest dribble to the 
floor. When he was done ejaculating, she began licking him off as if his 
dick was a lollipop. Yance opened his pants as far as he could so that she 
could lick his balls as well. 

After fifteen minutes of sucking, Rochelle got back on the chair. Her lips 
were swollen and her eyes looked glazed, pleasure-shocked, but she was 
smiling. 

Yancy wiped the jizz from the corners of Rochelle's mouth with a clean 
handkerchief. He expressed his affirmation in no uncertain terms. 

"Honey, that was the best blow-job I ever had in my life." 

"Mmmmm, I've never done that to a man before," she said. "I like the taste 
of sweet cream." 

"You've never sucked a man's cock in your entire life?" 

"No, never. I swear. I never had a man's dick inside my body until just now. 
I guess technically I'm not a virgin anymore." 

"You're wrong, dear. Technically you are a virgin, but if you drop by after 
eight o'clock this evening I'll take care of that little sticky matter for 
you." 

"I'll be there," the girl said. "Write your address down for me please." 

Before pulling up at the campus gate, Yancy paused on a side street. He 
kissed Rochelle, allowing his tongue to dart into her mouth. He felt her 
sweet round breasts and his hand moved down to the tops of her legs. He 
parted her legs and moved swiftly inside her panties where he massaged her 
clitoris for a few moments. All the while he whispered in her ear: 
"Rochelle, you sweet little piece of ass, I'm going to suck your pussy 
tonight. You just be at my apartment." 

"Mmmmmm, you bet, lover." 

Yancy worked the girl up a little bit, but then he stopped dead. "I'll 
finish tonight," he said, "and I want you to ache for it for a while 
anyway." 

She smiled wickedly as he started the Jag and took off again. 

"When we get to campus, baby, you have to play it straight. As far as anyone 
knows, we are good friends and no more." 

"Of course. I understand your position," she said. 

The rest of the day went by extremely slowly for Yancy, but at last it was 
time to leave campus. He didn't even recall if any of the girls in his 
afternoon English class were attractive. Probably there were a few hot ones, 
but he was so internally obsessed with Rochelle that he did not notice. He 
drove home after work and took a shower. Then he did some quick paper work 
to prepare himself for classes the next day. He wanted to have a clear head 
when the girl arrived at eight o'clock. 

* * * 

Rochelle had to borrow her father's car. That was something that made the 
old man somewhat uncomfortable, but she explained that in order to get on 
the cheerleader squad she had to appear at a special meeting. The old man 
went for it and Rochelle gleefully sprung out the door with the keys to the 
family car. The big Oldsmobile was a little too much for the girl and she 
drove slowly at first, but soon lust and anticipation overcame the instinct 
for safety and she found herself zipping along as she followed the 
instructions given her by Yancy. 

She was totally unfamiliar with the neighborhood she was in. She drove 
slowly, reading the street signs, until she came to his street. Finding the 
number was even more difficult. She crept along. Finding a parking spot was 
an absolute hassle and it took her three tries to get the big Oldsmobile 
against the curb, but finally she got out of the car and took her purse. She 
was free of the hulking machinery necessary to make her debut. Now she was 
home free. The girl felt her cunt quivering in the elevator. She was 
imagining what his prick would feel like once he inserted it in her cunt. 
There was no doubt about it; Yancy was quite a man. It was her first day of 
college and Rochelle had kept her eyes open wide. There were a lot of 
hot-looking dudes on that campus, but none had the power, the masculinity, 
of Yancy. Yes, seeing him teach a class was an absolute show. The man's 
dark, mysterious good looks set Rochelle's heart fluttering. She knocked on 
the door nervously. 

Yancy opened his door with a broad smile on his face. He wore a dark 
short-sleeved sweatshirt and a pair of white jeans. He escorted the 
attractive young girl into his private domain. 

"This is a very nice apartment," she said, looking around with wide eyes. 
The usual things one would expect to find in a professor's house were there 
for the eye. The rows of bookcases and stacks of paper lined one corner of 
the room, but the rest of the room seemed given to a different approach to 
life. A thick fuck rug graced half of the front room and upon it sat two 
long, low, butter-soft leather couches and a cluster of leather ottomans. It 
was indeed a comfortable-looking arrangement. 

Yancy flipped a switch and suddenly sweet, low jazz began reverberating 
throughout the entire apartment. 

"I must go to the bathroom," Rochelle said. 

"In a moment," Yancy said. He put his hands around her and held the girl 
against him, feeling her lovely female carriage press against his crotch. He 
kissed her, his tongue tasting the sweetness of her mouth. He groaned as the 
girl spread her legs, her skirt lifting as his leg moved to massage her 
cunt. 

"Let me go the bathroom, Yancy, please; I'll be right back." 

He released the girl with a smile on his face. "Don't be long," he said. 
"I'll be out on the balcony." 

The girl smiled and nodded her head affirmatively. She turned and went to 
the bathroom. 

Yancy watched her high, perky buttocks as she walked away from him. His dick 
was bulging. He moved it down into the leg of his tight white jeans, and 
then Yancy went out onto the terrace. The outdoor speakers were playing. It 
was a sweet early fall twilight and the lights of the city underneath made 
Yancy feel exhilarated.. He looked up as the full moon directed the blue 
sky. All so lovely, he thought to himself, but not half as lovely as that 
beautiful girl. 

"I'm back, Yancy," she said. 

He turned around. She was completely naked and busy draping her sweater and 
skirt over the chair. She had already peeled off her stockings and panties 
as well as her sheer brassiere. 

"You are lovely," he said. "Come here." 

"I don't want to step outside. I'm completely nude." 

"Nobody can see you here, baby," he said. "Come to me." 

The girl giggled and stepped out on the terrace. She felt his manly hands 
palm the balls of her buttocks as he kissed her. He fondled her breasts with 
one hand, his other hand continuing to cup her butt and push her toward his 
groin. 

"Baby, you are one sweet handful," he said. 

"I'm glad I excite you, Yancy," the girl said before kissing him and feeling 
his tongue dart into her mouth. She sucked on it. 

"I seem to remember making a promise to suck on your pussy, Rochelle. Do let 
me worship your lush female charm." 

"I can't think of any reason why you shouldn't," she said. 

He lifted the girl into his arms and walked over the one of the low leather 
couches. He draped the girl's butt on the edge of the couch and then dropped 
to his knees. He parted her stalky legs wide and then lifted them onto his 
shoulders. Yancy began by licking her knees, progressing slowly up the 
girl's legs until he got to her dewy brunette delta. He parted the lips of 
her cunt and began fluttering his tongue over her clitoris and vagina. 

Rochelle had "never in all her wildest dreams imagined that a man could make 
her feel like this. She squealed as hot flashes of pleasure shot through her 
nervous system. She began humping his tongue. 

"Oh, yes! Oh, I love that, Yancy. I had no idea!" she yelped, her body 
jostling furiously. 

Yancy looked up at the sweating bitch. Her great breasts jiggled on her 
bosom and her pouting lips quivered. Her eyes squinted shut and her nostrils 
flared as she exhaled air passionately. 

Yancy felt the girl's back arch. He felt her legs tighten around his head. 
He knew she was on the verge of orgasm. He inserted his tongue into the lips 
of her tight snatch and wiggled it frantically. 

"Ooooooooooohhhhh!! " she let out, her head tossing from side to side, her 
brunette mane falling wildly around her breasts, covering the taut nipples 
that capped them so sweetly. 

Yancy continued to fuck the hot bitch with his tongue until her sexual 
delirium peaked and she was groaning and yelping with terminal heat. 

The orgasm was unlike anything Rochelle had ever felt in her life. She had 
masturbated more than once and had had her previous boyfriend play with her 
clitoris on occasion, but nothing like this. Yancy was massaging her 
clitoris with his tongue in such a wonderful way that she could not believe 
it. And his tongue-fucking was exquisite! He could taste the maiden's 
membrane that still blocked deep penetration of her cunt. But soon his prick 
would be taking care of that. 

The girl's spine loosened and her inner thighs relaxed. Yancy opened his 
eyes and looked up at her. Her orgasm was obviously over and she was now 
glazed and dazed, enjoying the warmth of an afterglow. He moved his head up. 

The girl looked up at him. The wild professor was moist, his face glistening 
from pussy-dew. It made his beard flatten and his cheeks shine. His brow had 
beads of sweat upon it. 

"That was wonderful," she said, unable to focus. She was in deep pleasure 
shock. 

Yancy knew the girl was utterly and completely relaxed. It was a good time 
to get his dick into her. He moved her up fully on the couch and then 
mounted her, moving his hot pecker around in her dewy brunette delta. He 
slid his dick from the perky button of her clitoris, over the lips of her 
pussy, and then back again and again until her dewy cunt was truly ready for 
his penetration. Then he allowed the very tip of his dick to slip into the 
lips of her cunt. 

"Ohhhhh," she groaned, her mouth opening wide. 

Yancy had never felt such a tight opening in his entire life. He steadied 
himself as he pushed into her a little further. 

"Mmmmmm," the girl groaned, her eyes squeezing shut, her lips trembling as 
the destruction of her maiden's head approached. 

Yancy lifted her legs and pushed forward, and all at once his hard dick was 
deep inside the young girl's tight, wet snatch. He heard her yelp and cry 
and he held her close to him, telling her not to worry, that it would be all 
pleasure from here on in. To lubricate her initiation into the world of joy, 
he moved slowly-slow, but steady-giving her an increasingly good warmth in 
her cunt. She groaned now, but in pleasure and not pain as her twat began to 
ignite fully. She had never felt anything quite as satisfying as the 
penetration of Yancy's hard prick. 

"Oh, I like it," she said. 

"I've never had such a tight snatch, baby," he said before kissing her 
hotly. His lips covered hers. He loved the taste of her virginal mouth. Of 
course, the girl would no longer be a cherry, but Yancy would find her just 
as exciting all the same. Breaking a girl's cherry was a real trip, but 
teaching her exactly how to please a man was even more of a trip, especially 
with a girl like this-a girl who possessed so much raw potential. 

This chore was sure to be very consuming. Yancy didn't mind. He felt her 
extremely snug snatch contract further around his throbbing penis. He pulled 
out for a moment, startled by the tightness of her snatch. It was simply 
incredible. 

After a few more moments, Yancy's hand moved under the balls of her rump. He 
pushed her moist cunt up to him and continued driving his dick into her 
twat. The girl's body was covered with sweat. She gyrated her hips wildly, 
nearly hysterical as his prick continued to move in and out of her. 

Yancy was no longer taking it easy on the girl. As soon as he saw that she 
was enjoying the stiff fucking he was giving her he began to move with more 
and more gusto, giving it to her stronger and stronger. 

"Oh, please, please, give it to me," she groaned, her hazel eyes opening 
wide. She implored him with her facial expression to fuck her harder and 
harder. 

Yancy was now pounding down on the moist, vulnerable girl. He did not mean 
to slam down on her so roughly, but she seemed to be begging him to give it 
to her harder and harder. Well, everybody gets off on a different approach, 
he thought to himself as he gathered the energy to give her what she wanted. 
He was now doing brisk push-ups on the hot brunette, his dick sliding in and 
out of her quickly. 

The girl was insanely good. On each descending stroke she contracted her 
cunt around the man's hot, sputtering dick. Each time he ascended with his 
machinery the girl released his dick by relaxing her cunt muscles. 

"Oh, Yancy, I'm going to come now," she groaned. She put a hand under her 
left breast and lifted it up high on her bosom. 

Yancy smiled as he realized she was directing her nipple to his lips. He 
bent his neck sightly and took the taut fruit between his lips. He whipped 
the taut nipple with his tongue until the girl's shivering made her tit 
bounce free from his mouth. 

"Oh, yes, yes!" she groaned, her fingernails scratching into his back as the 
orgasm wracked her sensual carriage. 

Yancy felt his own orgasm being triggered by the brunette's shivering, 
twitching cunt. He groaned as hot jizz began spurting out of his dick 
against the walls of her pussy. 

As Rochelle's orgasm culminated, her cunt went into virtual convulsion, 
contracting madly around Yancy's dick. 

As Yancy ejaculated, these convulsions enhanced his orgasm so greatly that 
he stared down at the sweating bitch in disbelief. He didn't think his prick 
was capable of feeling such exquisite pleasure. Yes, a tight snatch and the 
right girl in possession of it was surely the right formula for sexual 
success. He felt his spine tighten with pleasure as he shot into her cunt. 
He bent his neck again and licked at her breasts as the last few drops of 
jizz shot into her hole. 

"Ohhh," he let out, "that was magnificent." He let his weight move down on 
the girl and rested his head on the pillow of her breasts. He was still in 
her cunt, but his dick was now beginning to get small. 

"You're going to have to let me rest a few minutes, baby. I'm not eighteen 
anymore." 

"Oh, I understand," she said. "That was absolutely wonderful." 

Yancy remembered that she had been a virgin and he pulled out of her. He 
moved his hand under her cunt and caught the few droplets of blood that 
emerged. 

"Well, you're a woman now," he said to her. "I suggest we go take a shower 
before we go any further." 

"How much further can we go?" the girl said, allowing herself to be assisted 
to her feet. 

"You'd be surprised," Yancy said to Rochelle, feeling her moist body against 
his as he led her to the shower. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The next day, Yancy had a great deal of difficulty getting out of bed and 
dragging his professorial ass to the campus. The brunette girl had screwed 
him silly from eight o'clock till midnight. He came in her mouth once and in 
her pussy twice. He was totally infatuated with her. He shaved around his 
beard after a brief shower and then had a cup of drip coffee while listening 
to Mose Allison on the stereo. He looked out the picture-window that graced 
one wall of his bedroom. Already the streets were teeming with life. Yancy 
finished his coffee and then took the elevator down to the garage where he 
parked the Jag. The garage was under the building. It was a huge 
subterranean lot, reached through a miasma of tunnels and networks under the 
building. The garage had two levels and was virtually teeming with cars most 
of the day. At night, though, it was relatively quiet. Yancy got great kicks 
from careening through the narrow tunnels in his Jaguar, taking the tight 
spaces with as much speed as he could bring himself to lay down. He was a 
very good driver, well-practiced and able to concentrate for long periods of 
time. 

He was trying to distract himself, but nothing worked. He spent the early 
part of the day daydreaming about the girl, going through his early morning 
class mechanically. Fortunately that day Yancy only had one class, but he 
did have to stick around for an important meeting of the English Department. 
It was just the kind of shit he had a great deal of trouble sitting through. 
He looked at his watch. He had two hours to kill until the meeting started 
and it would go on for at least two hours. That meant he'd be on campus 
another four hours. Well shit, he thought to himself, the very least I can 
do is go to my office. I'll make some coffee and listen to some music. With 
that thought, Yancy began walking across the campus. He kept an eye peeled 
for the haughty brunette. It would be wonderful to bump into her and take 
her to the privacy of his office. 

The girl appeared at once, as if conjured by his thought. She was carrying 
books and looked extremely girlish as she jiggled across the green grass and 
approached her professor. 

He stopped walking when he saw her. He stood transfixed as her beauty became 
more and more vivid as she drew nearer and nearer. It was always amazing to 
watch her walk up, watching her stark beauty magnify and intensify in 
effect. His heart was beating. 

"How are you, Professor?" she said, her lips turning up cutely. 

"Very good. I had an excellent time last night," he said, unable to take the 
shit-eating grin off his face. 

"Oh, do tell me about it," she said. 

"Way beyond words, my dear. What happened to me last night was the raw 
material of poetry. Do you have a class now?" 

"I'm free for an hour." 

He was tempted to take her on, but remembered thankfully, where they were. 

"Would you like to meet me in my office in ten minutes, Rochelle?" 

The girl liked that idea at once. She moved forward as if to kiss him, but 
he moved back. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, blushing. "I forgot ... " 

"Think nothing of it, Rochelle. Just come to my office in a few moments. 
I'll be waiting for you." 

He gave her the office number and then turned and walked away briskly, 
leaving her standing there. 

Rochelle went into the cafeteria and purchased two containers of coffee. She 
killed a few moments in the ladies' room, applying lipstick to her pale lips 
and straightening her eye-shadow. Then she proceeded to Yancy's office. 

"Why, thanks for the coffee, Rochelle. That was thoughtful of you." 

"A pleasure," she said as she sat down on his desk, lifting her skirt up to 
allow her long sweet stalks to show. 

Yancy was sitting in his wide swivel chair. He smiled and stared at her 
legs. 

"Your body is absolutely wonderful and you're the most sensitive lover I've 
ever had. Do you know that, Rochelle?" 

"Oh, you say to that all the girls, Professor. I'm not nearly experienced 
enough to please a man like you." 

"Don't say that. You combine the best of two possible qualities in a 
woman-innocence and instinct. That is, you are not a practiced lay; your 
sweetness doesn't come from repetition. On the contrary, Rochelle, it comes 
from enthusiasm and excitement. I can tell you love it when I put my dick in 
your hot snatch. I can tell you are digging every pulsation with me." 

"Well, isn't that the truth," she said, getting to her feet now and throwing 
him a hot coquettish look. She unbuttoned the first button of her blouse, 
then the second. 

"What are you doing, Rochelle? We're at school," he said. He was not really 
as concerned as he sounded. The door was locked and Yancy had on more than 
one occasion deflowered a moist young virgin in the very room they were 
sitting in. 

But Yancy didn't want to move too fast. He wanted to not think of the 
meeting he was scheduled to attend soon until it was time to rush out of the 
room. That way he would not get nervous. 

"Let's have our coffee, Rochelle, before we find ourselves deeply involved 
in something else." 

"I wonder what that something else could be," the girl said. 

They sipped their coffee silently, but as soon as they were done Rochelle 
unbuttoned still another button of her blouse. 

Although he had touched, fondled, and sucked on the sweet balls of her 
breasts just the other night, he could not stop himself from openly adoring 
the creamy tops of her tits as they protruded through her blouse. 

"Rochelle, don't take your blouse off or we'll be jumping on each other," he 
said. 

"That is exactly my purpose," the girl said, unbuttoning the last button and 
allowing the pale silk material to slide off her shoulders. 

She wore no brassiere and her perky breasts looked sweet and inviting. 

"Oh, you are determined to get me in trouble, young lady." 

"Not at all. Just come here and kiss my breasts for me. I promise we don't 
have to go any further unless you really want to." 

Yancy seemed to think that was a valid compromise. He rose to his feet and 
parted the girl's legs. Her buttocks was on the edge of his desk. He cupped 
her perky breasts and lifted them high on her bosom. He pushed them 
together. The sweet globes jiggled in his palms and he bent to kiss the hot 
pink nipples. The color of her buttons darkened as his tongue whipped over 
them. Her breasts tasted extremely sweet and Yancy felt his prick growing 
hard. 

"Why don't you put your hot prick between my breasts?" the girl said, 
shimmying her shoulders slightly so that her big tits jiggled in his palms. 

Yancy thought that was a splendid idea. 

That was the kind of suggestion that was sure to take his mind off the 
coming meeting he had to face. He would have liked to have removed the 
girl's skirt and pantyhose, but he was a little concerned about getting 
naked in his office. In fact, he kept his own clothes on. His pants fell 
around his ankles, but he would be able to pick them up quickly if the need 
arose. 

The girl sat down on his swivel chair and pushed her big breasts up and 
together. 

"Put your lollipop between my breasts," she said, opening them and widening 
her cleavage. 

Yancy moved forward. He nestled his dick between her great globes. The girl 
then pushed them together with his hot prick between the sweet mounds. 

"Mmmmm, baby, that feels nice," she said as she began to shimmy her 
shoulders, thus making her perky breasts dance for him. He loved the way 
they jostled up against his throbbing penis. He tweaked her taut nipples and 
told her what a pretty girl she was. His prick throbbed and pulsed between 
her breasts. 

Rochelle was pressing her tits together and rubbing his dick with them in a 
most exciting way. She gasped, her full lips wide open. She looked up at his 
face. She knew she was pleasing the hell out of him. She knew her 
perfectly-formed breasts were enough to tickle any man's cock. 

"Come, Yancy. I want to feel your sweet sauce all over me." 

"Mmmmmm," he said, moving her brunette hair back so he could watch her 
panting face. 

"Oh, now!" she said. She felt a few throbs. She looked down in time to see 
his hot sauce coating her breasts. 

"In my mouth, Yancy," she said. She clutched his prick in her fist suddenly 
and drew it to her lips. As it continued to ejaculate, she fluttered her 
pink tongue on the tip furiously. Her fist continued to contract around the 
hard shaft as Yancy continued coming in her mouth. 

After she had swallowed his creamy jizz, she rested his dick on her cheek 
and smiled dreamily. She began to lick at his balls which were scooped into 
her palm. 

Yancy looked at his watch. "I don't have much time," he said, curling the 
soft hairs on the nape of her neck. 

"Let me just lick you off," she implored. 

"Please do." 

Rochelle licked at his cock and balls hungrily for a few moments and then 
straightened herself out. 

"I suppose you have to go about your business now," she said. "I suppose I 
do." 

"Well, perhaps we can get together this evening..." 

"That isn't---likely; I have a lot of paper work to do, Rochelle. If you and 
I are going to carry on like this, you must understand that I have 
responsibilities. Now if you don't do a little bit of work you get a C, but 
if I fuck up, what am I going to do? This is a soft, sweet gig and I intend 
to keep it." 

"Oh, I understand completely, Yancy. I would not dream of fucking you up." 

"Then it's just a matter of playing it cool, baby," he said. He wondered if 
he was not being too presumptuous to even assume that she was hung up on him 
in any way. But the possibility did exist. It was his experience that tender 
young things got hooked on the first man who found their clickers. Whatever 
were all those college boys doing with their tongues, he wondered as he 
zipped up his pants and fixed his belt. Yancy straightened his tie in the 
mirror that he kept on his wall. 

"You look just fine," she said. "You don't have to worry about that. Are 
there any female teachers in the English Department?" 

"Of course," he said. "Why?" Well then, I'm sure you'll go over big if you 
make a little speech." 

"I have no intention of making a speech. The only time anybody talks at 
these meetings is when they're defending themselves against Lillian Lang, 
the bitch of the English Department," he said. 

"And also the Chairwoman, from what I'm told." 

"Exactly. Well, she doesn't bother me any. Thankfully, I've got that book 
published and I'm covered." 

"But I suppose she is kind of rough on everyone else." 

"Yes," he nodded. 

"You sure that book is the only reason that Lillian's nice to you? I mean, 
she is a rather attractive woman, wouldn't you say?" Rochelle asked. 

Yancy frowned. The haughty brunette was getting possessive already. He lit a 
cigarette and told Rochelle that it was certainly none of her business, but 
at any rate he did not find Lillian all that attractive. Rather, he found 
her to be a perfect bitch and that was not his idea of a sensual woman. He 
then told Rochelle that she'd better get out of his office so he could get 
his papers together and leave. 

The girl demanded a goodbye kiss and a long one at that. Yancy was already 
too nervous to let himself relax and return her hungry kiss as her hot mouth 
pressed against his. 

"Not now, baby. I'm sorry," he said when she looked at him oddly for not 
returning her kiss properly. 

"Tonight then?" she implored. 

"I told you, Rochelle, I just don't know. I should work. Maybe if you want 
to drop by for a while." 

The girl smiled. He was weakening. 

"Please call me first. If I have a lot of shit to do we're going to have to 
postpone it till tomorrow night, or maybe even the next night." 

"All right," Rochelle said, smiling as she exited. She was pretty sure she 
had him hungry for her. 

She walked directly into the ladies' bathroom and opened her top. She took a 
silk handkerchief out of her pocketbook and moistened it with warm water in 
the sink. She then wiped the male hot sauce off her breasts before it 
hardened. She proceeded to wipe her lips and face in the same manner. 
Fortunately no one came in the door and five minutes later she emerged 
totally refreshed, her make-up reinstated. She saw Yancy walking out of his 
office and smiled at him casually. "Hello, Professor," she said in a 
mock-professional tone. 

"Hello there," he said, barely lifting his head. 

Damn, he's good at it, she thought to herself. She could never be that 
casual. Her heart was fluttering as she walked down the college corridor, 
the taste of jizz still fresh in her mouth. 

* * * 

Yancy lit a cigarette as he sat down at the conference table. He sat almost 
directly opposite Lillian Lang, so that he would be in a position to make 
eye contact with her. Regardless of what he told Rochelle, the haughty 
red-haired Chairwoman turned him on tremendously with her curly red hair and 
big dark eyes. Her body was absolutely splendid. Although Lillian was close 
to forty, she was extremely voluptuous and erotic in a striking, almost 
intimidating way. She had aristocratic features and a stark beauty that set 
her apart. However, she was also somewhat of a cutting conversationalist and 
people did not like to admit she was as beautiful as she was. 

Lillian took no great pains to elaborate on her beauty. She wore simple 
clothes. For that reason, her sensuality seemed kind of beneath the surface. 
What Lillian showed on the surface was a certain strength, a certain power. 
She put out her cigarette and accepted . a cup of coffee from a student aid. 
She looked up at Yancy and let a slight, abbreviated smile creep over her 
face. But then she returned her attention to the student aid. 

Yancy heard her talk to the young boy, but could not make out what she was 
saying. He began to wonder why Lillian's student aids were always attractive 
young male sophomores. Could it be that she kept a harem of studs? Of course 
it could be. He knew that people with power in the academic world-as with 
power in any world-tended to be decadent. Lillian certainly was no 
exception. She probably treated herself very well. At least that was the 
image she threw around. It was easy to see just from observing her that she 
thought of herself as some kind of a goddess or something. Yes, there was 
something extremely forceful, and there were people who claimed that 
Lillian, in a rage, could intimidate the strongest of men. 

Yancy found all the talk about Lillian amusing. He found himself drawn to 
her and yet he had never made one move to establish any type of physical 
rapport. They exchanged words in the corridors often. Lillian was always 
pleasant to him and even somewhat intimate in her own distant way-winking at 
him, telling him she had a headache from all the shit around the school. 
These were things she would not do or say to anyone else, and Yancy knew it. 
Yet he was afraid to approach Lillian in any way that would set him up. She 
could not only shoot him down and screw up his ego, she could have him 
fired. That bitch had done just that to a number of male faculty members who 
had found her big breasts and saucy ass provocative. 

Yancy knew he had more leverage than most teachers because of the famous 
book he had written. Yes, that set him in a league of his own. He lent his 
name to the school. He was a status symbol in the academic world, and how 
ironic that was. Yancy was not by any means an academician. Of course he 
could fake it. Yes, he could fake it with the best of them, but what Yancy 
truly was was a maniac-the criminal mind-the saintly outcast. Yes, all these 
things as well as his great appetite for moist females guided his fate. 

Other teachers began to arrive and soon the seats were all full around the 
circular conference table. The student aids continued to serve coffee until 
everyone had a plastic cup sitting in a plastic frame filled with Spanish 
drip coffee which Lillian insisted upon at these meetings. Yancy did not 
like being in such cordial company. These ass-holes never said what was on 
their minds. Quite the contrary-they said what was supposed to be on their 
minds. Of course any ass-hole could see through their acts, but the people 
who were supposed to see through them would not allow themselves to, so deep 
was their vanity. Lillian was rather guilty of this flaw. Because they 
treated her as a perfect goddess and mentor, she took herself to be exactly 
that. Her vanity would not allow her to even contemplate the possibility 
that they were catering to her grandiose illusions. Why think such thoughts, 
she often chastised herself. 

The red-head lit a cigarette and cleared her throat. Those close to her knew 
that her signal for the beginning of the meeting had been given, but people 
too far away to hear Lillian clear her throat did not know that she wanted 
their attention. 

"All right now!" she let out in a calm but icy tone. "I'd like some 
attention here." 

Suddenly the table grew quiet. Yancy was glad that he had not been speaking, 
because he was the only one at the table that had not been affected by 
Lillian's request for silence. Being unmoved by one of Lillian's commands 
was a real coup. Yancy struggled with the smile that threatened his lips as 
Lillian scrutinized him for a moment. 

But then she went on with her meeting. She obviously had more important 
things to worry about than Yancy. Yet a moment later Yancy was to discover 
that in a way he was to be discussed at this meeting-at least some of his 
unorthodox methods were going to come up. Lillian seemed bent on that. She 
began the meeting with a rather peculiar comment. 

"It has come to my attention that some of our teachers are not sticking to 
suggested curriculum at all in their classes. I'm speaking directly to 
certain teachers who have freshman English courses this term. As we all 
know, freshman English is a time for grammar, for formal writing, for 
learning the rules and regulations involving word usage. Why, some of those 
students out there don't know what a preposition is; can you imagine?" 

Lillian looked around her and could see by all of the faces that they were 
absolutely appalled at the horrendous suggestion. One elderly woman had to 
sit back in her chair where she trembled and twitched at the very idea. 

Only Yancy Jensen remained unanimated throughout the beginning of her 
assault. He lit a cigarette and let it remain between his lips as he stared 
at Lillian-an unacademic stance if ever there was one. His eyes opened as he 
became amused. She looked very cute when she was serious like that. Her 
brows arched and her lips seemed to exaggerate the words. 

"Now a number of teachers, and they know who they are, have been taking this 
period-this freshman English period-and using it to introduce students to 
esoteric works-often even subversive works-which the students do not have 
the background to understand. They need grammar." 

"But grammar is so mundane," Yancy Jensen said in a low voice. It was almost 
as if he were speaking into his cigarette. 

"What?! " Lillian said, her mouth and eyes opening wide. 

Yancy looked up as if he'd been talking to himself. "Oh, nothing," he said. 

Lillian went on as if she did not hear Yancy, but it became obvious from the 
nature of her talk that she had heard his little protestation. She told the 
English professors that one teacher-and when she said this she looked 
directly at Yancy-went so far as to teach poetry excerpts selected from the 
Beat Generation writers. Now there, she said, was a conglomeration of 
anarchistic self-indulgent hedonists. Each word was pronounced with 
exaggerated precision and she stared at Yancy Jensen throughout the entire 
sermonette. 

He was the teacher she was speaking about. 

Last term he had had his freshman English class read some of the American 
writers who, as far as Yancy was concerned, were the only ones that bothered 
with telling the truth as they saw it, not as it would profit them. Most of 
the students in the class had truly enjoyed the Beat Generation"? , 
literature, but one or two had made a stink about it and had complained to 
Lillian who in turn made a stink about it and complained to Yancy. 

As a result of that little mishap, Yancy had promised to teach less 
subversive literature and yes, even to spend an hour or two on grammar once 
in a while. 

After that the matter had dropped, or so Yancy thought. But now he saw she 
was coming at him again. Of course it wasn't just him. There were other 
teachers in the room with enough common sense to see the holes in the great 
system and override them with their own individual spirit. 

"I intend to correct this situation. I will go to any lengths to correct 
this situation," Lillian said. She now scanned the entire room, not 
concentrating on Yancy at all. She had brow-beaten him enough. 

And to think I smiled at that bitch, he said to himself as he put out his 
cigarette and lit another one. Most of the men in the room wouldn't have 
done that. They would have been afraid of appearing nervous in front of 
Lillian. But Yancy would not allow himself to be manipulated in any manner. 

"Can I ask a question?" he said. 

"Yes," she said, obviously delighted. Now she would be able to attack his 
question. 

"Aren't you aware of the fact that a lot of these kids, a lot of these 
freshmen, don't even want to be here? What you're suggesting is in the 
interest of illiteracy. Grammar is a damn bore and on the other hand, you 
can take another approach. You can hand them some literature by writers who 
are slick enough to talk to kids. Kids want to hear it like it is. Now if 
they like the literature, they'll read, and if they read, they'll learn all 
about damn grammar without the pain of some grammarian lecturing the shit 
out of them." 

At the word "shit" the entire faculty began to come undone. Even Lillian 
lost temporary control of her features and for a split second her jaw 
trembled. 

"I may not go by the damn book, but I get them to learn what I want them to 
know. I hook them with some good literature and then it all goes on from 
there." 

"How crude," Lillian snipped. 

"It works," Yancy insisted. "You just have to get their attention. Grammar 
doesn't do it, but there are things that do. None of them are stupid. You've 
got kids in here who can't read, but they can take their damn cars apart and 
put them back together. That isn't stupid-they just don't want to be told a 
lot of stuff that doesn't interest them." 

"And what interests them?" Lillian said. 

"Sex and drugs. Sex and drugs are their closest link to infinity. They're no 
different from us. Now it's easy enough to find references to sex and drugs 
in a lot of literature, wouldn't you say?" 

Lillian did not answer. 

"Well, you start with the sex or the drugs. You're better off with sex 
because they'll all relate to that. If you want to teach Shakespeare, just 
start with the fact that these two young people are horny for each other and 
their parents won't let them diddle." 

Lillian's mouth opened in a gasp. A sweat broke out on her forehead and she 
had to sit back. 

One old spinster put smelling salts under her nose and in a moment Lillian's 
eyes were back open. She looked at Yancy. 

"Yancy Jensen, your behavior here is disgraceful. I don't know how such a 
disciplined writer can be such an undisciplined person. You artists, you're 
all so damned important. I suppose you know if it wasn't for your book, you 
would have been fired from this job a long time ago. In fact you would never 
have been hired in the first place." 

"Isn't that the truth?" he said, lighting a cigarette and gloating in the 
security he alone enjoyed at that table. 

Lillian went on with the meeting at this point, upstaging Yancy with her 
rights as Chairperson. She moved through the usual array of trite and petty 
business and then dismissed the meeting. 

Yancy felt compelled to stay behind a moment and further confront Lillian. 
It was not his purpose to apologize, but rather to make himself understood. 

"Miss Lang, can I speak to you for a moment?" 

Lillian did not even look at him as she told him that she would be in her 
office in a few moments. He thanked her and walked away. 

"You're fucking crazy," one of the male professors said to him as soon as 
Lillian was out of the room. "She can make your life miserable. She can give 
you a real shit program next term if she wants." 

"Piss on all this shit, man. I'd rather have a shit program and defy that 
bitch than play it safe. You people are all yes-men. Doesn't it bug you?" ' 

The man shrugged and shook his head. 

He walked away. 

Yancy let five minutes pass and then began walking very slowly to Lillian 
Lang's office. He was tightening with anger now, but it was directed more at 
himself than at Lillian. Why did he make waves? Why didn't he just keep his 
fucking mouth shut? Wasn't it bad enough that he was screwing around with a 
young student? Did he have to live such a high-profile life inside the 
department as well? He was really being self-destructive, he mused. 

But then, why did that haughty red-haired bitch bait him like that? What did 
she have against him? He knocked on the door and waited patiently. Silence. 
He knocked again. 

"Who is it?" he heard in a crisp female tone. 

"Yancy," he said. "Yancy Jensen." 

"Oh, Mr. Jensen, come in." 

Yancy had been in her office before, but never remembered it looking quite 
so Victorian, so formal. She had a pot of tea boiling on a small electric 
stove and asked Yancy if he'd care for some. Her tone of voice and facial 
expressions were professional, courteous, and not nearly as intimate as she 
would sometimes be when he met her in the hallway. 

Yancy wondered why she was playing with him in this peculiar manner. He was 
tempted to ask her, but he had the feeling he'd find out soon enough without 
the indiscretion. He looked at her and purposely allowed an amused smile to 
play over his face. 

"Is something funny?" she said, her eyes wide and yet blank. 

"Yes, Lillian, something is very funny," he said, using her first name 
intentionally. Normally he called her Miss Lang. 

She seemed to blush slightly at mention of her own name, but maintained her 
silence and blank expression. 

"What I find so highly amusing is how unreadable you are attempting to be. I 
don't suppose you're in touch with your motivations," he challenged. 

"Make yourself clear, Mr. Jensen." 

"The name is Yancy, baby." 

The word "baby" made her gasp. Who the fuck did he think he was? 

"Just relax. I'm not one of your damn flunkies and if you've got any real 
spirit in you, you don't want me to be," he said sharply. 

Lillian felt herself sweating. She had never thought of that. Was that why 
he interested her-because she felt him to be almost as impenetrable in ways 
as she was? Yes, perhaps that was the basis for the affinity she felt with 
him. And yes, she did feel an affinity with Yancy. She expressed it in 
hostile terms at the moment, but only because she had not yet located their 
affinities. It was all so abstract and abstractions angered Lillian. 

"Mr. Jensen, or Yancy if you prefer, I see no excuse for your behavior back 
at the meeting." 

"You don't like to be disagreed with. You've got everybody trained." 

"Sir, I wish you would not make accusations of that nature." 

"Baby, I am the Shakespearian clown. I speak the truth. You're supposed to 
laugh. If you don't laugh, well shit," he shrugged his shoulders, "execute 
me. You're the queen." 

His smile, his casual, almost party tone, made the woman smile despite 
herself. At the slightest upward turn of her lips, Yancy began to cackle. He 
had an infectious laugh and he used it to its full force. 

Lillian was now laughing loudly. The severity of the moment was broken and 
the relief was amazing. A moment later she was still laughing, although she 
could no longer recall at what. She stopped laughing abruptly. 

"You know, Lillian, I've always found you very attractive," he said. He knew 
very well that this statement opened him up to scrutiny if Lillian so 
desired to employ position. She could certainly wish he did not say that, 
but Yancy was trusting his instinct on this matter. He had a feeling the 
woman was really horny for him. 

She looked shocked for a moment and then lit a cigarette, trying to appear 
cool. "I'll get the tea now," she said. She got up and walked over the 
portable stove and Yancy thought he caught a suggestion of coquettishness in 
the swagger of her hips. 

She turned around and faced him, her eyes piercing and forceful. "Come to my 
apartment tonight, Mr. Jensen," she said. 

He got to his feet at once upon hearing this. He was serious now and his 
eyes told her he meant business. 

"You have tea alone, baby, and I'll see you later, around nine," he said 
before turning and walking out the door. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Yancy downshifted the old Jag and pulled off the highway at the exit near 
Lillian Lang's house. He was unfamiliar with this neck of the woods, but was 
not surprised when he pulled up in front of the address. It looked like the 
type of home that Lillian Lang would live in. It was a Victorian mansion in 
miniature with a huge weeping willow on the front lawn. Beside the old 
house, a brand new Cadillac sat incongruously, its lowered top giving it a 
sporty, contemporary look. It seemed out of texture with the general 
atmosphere Yancy was feeling as he parked his car on the dirt drive and 
walked the fifty yards it took to get him to the front door. He rang the 
bell and in a few moments Lillian answered, wearing a very tight red dress 
which clung to her body and exaggerated her ample charms. 

Yancy smiled as he walked in, but he could not take his eyes off her 
generous breasts and pretty buttocks. He had never seen her in anything so 
hot before. The woman never wore extremely sexy clothes to work. Of course 
she liked to titillate the sophomores, especially if they were football 
players with big cocks, but she was a subtle creature when it came to her 
campus kicks. She took the matter of her reputation too seriously to wear a 
.dress like she was wearing now to work. 

Yancy was silent as the woman led him into the living room where a spread of 
fruits and cheeses was laid out on a coffee table. There was a bottle of 
champagne set neck-deep in a sterling silver ice bucket. 

Yancy smiled. This was the kind of action he had in mind. In fact, this was 
exactly what he had been expecting. He was relieved. Lillian successfully 
threw him. He didn't know what to make of her and he knew even less about 
what to actually expect when he arrived. 

She sat very close to him on the sofa. 

"You know you do excite me, Yancy, though I must admit I can't decide why." 

"You mean you can't put your finger on it," he said, smiling. 

"Something like that," she said, blushing slightly. 

He liked it when she blushed. It was somehow an indication to him that she 
was not always in control of herself. That was a relief. The professional 
Lillian was obviously a very different creature from the private woman. But 
Yancy had no way of knowing that yet. At least he could not be sure. 

"You know, sometimes a faculty member will make a pass at me, Yancy, and 
I'll ... Well, let me say that I'm not usually receptive to such passes." 

"But?" he asked. 

"But as I say, there is something about you." 

"I'm certainly glad of that. There's something about you too as well, 
Lillian, but so far I haven't got it licked." 

With that, she blushed deeply and a smile overcame her lips. 

Yancy moved swiftly while she was without defenses. He kissed her, his lips 
covering hers, his tongue moving against her teeth. His hand moved under her 
dress and very slickly crept under her panties. He began fondling her 
clitoris as she tried to remove his hand from her crotch. 

"What are you doing, Lillian? You know you want it." 

"Not yet. Not ... mmmmmm," she let out as he moved his index finger over the 
lips of her pussy. She spread her legs slightly. 

Yancy knew he had her now as her full inner thighs opened and she groaned. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned, returning his kiss passionately now, sucking on his 
tongue. 

Yancy felt her own hand move behind her and unzip the dress. She struggled 
to bring it forward and he helped her, freeing her great breasts. They were 
big and full and perfectly shaped. In fact they seemed too full to be quite 
as perky as they were, but there they were, erect and sweet. The nipples 
were a corkish, strawberry texture which delighted Yancy's lips. He 
fluttered his tongue on them while his finger massaged the tight walls of 
her pussy. 

"Mmmmmm, you're very sweet, baby," he said, moving her legs onto the couch 
and sliding alongside her. He opened up his pants and extracted his dick. He 
had no time to start undressing now; she was too horny. The woman obviously 
needed his prick desperately. 

Yancy looked at her mouth. Those full sweet lips-what a pleasure it would be 
to watch his prick descend between them. But now he had to please her. That 
way she would be compliant in the future. He moved his prick like a dildo as 
soon as he mounted her, sliding it between her clitoris and pussy. He held 
it in his hand so he could direct the hard shaft better. He massaged her 
clit with his heated phallus until the red-haired woman was sweating and 
groaning, writhing and tossing in ecstasy under him. 

Her lush womanly frame quaked as his prick pushed itself into the lips of 
her cunt. 

"Ohh, please, give it to me! Please!" 

She was imploring him to descend, but Yancy held his dick at the lips of her 
pussy, watching her trembling thighs, looking up toward her heaving breasts. 
He waited until the look of anticipation was extreme on her face; then his 
prick descended furiously into her hot, moist snatch. 

Yancy could not believe the incredible heat inside her hot female core. She 
was incredibly tight for a woman of her age, and her skin was incredibly 
smooth and supple. Yancy had been screwing too many young girls lately, he 
thought to himself, enjoying the fully-blossomed woman's body that quivered 
under him. He reached under her and cupped the haughty, full balls of her 
buttocks, pushing her ass up so that her cunt would be flush with his 
driving dick. 

The woman reached under her and brought a hand up to caress his balls as he 
fucked her. 

"Oh Yancy, give it to me! Give it to me! Oh, let me squeeze you, lover," she 
said, contracting her snatch muscles around Yancy's throbbing prick. 

He could have spurted in a flash, but he was determined to give her a solid 
ride. He pumped hot dick into her until Lillian's spine tightened and her 
skin broke out in a mass of perspiration. Her quivering lips and flaring 
nostrils told him that she was in the midst of a passionate storm of 
orgasmic release. Her cunt contracted as sexual delirium made her breasts 
jiggle and her hips rotate furiously. 

Yancy held on tightly to the hot, bucking bitch as he continued to descend 
with his hearty phallus driving into her and filling her up with cock. 

Lillian let out a howl and her ankles entwined over Yancy's head. She 
squeezed him hard as the orgasm peaked and sent hot rivets of ecstasy 
through her nervous system. She moaned and scratched his back with her 
fingernails before the pleasure began to melt her and an afterglow enveloped 
her. 

Yancy's hard prick was on the verge of orgasm and as he felt the woman relax 
under him, he began to shoot into her cunt. 

"Ohhh, baby, I love to ride on your hot body," he said, palming her breasts 
and pushing them up so that he could lick and tongue-whip the taut nipples. 
He was sucking on her tits as his hot jizz erupted in her cunt. 

Lillian could feel his volcanic passion and she contracted her cunt around 
him sweetly as he ejaculated. 

"Mmmmm, baby, that is the way to do it," he let out before kissing her 
hotly. His body jerked as the last few droplets of jizz sparked out of his 
prick. 

"Whew!" he let out, moving their bodies sideways. He had no idea she was 
going to be this easy. He thought that Lillian was going to be a tough nut 
to crack. Of course Yancy had no doubt that he would, in the course of the 
evening, get his dick in her snatch; he just thought she was going to put 
him through more games than she did. He felt like complimenting her, but had 
the feeling that a nonverbal period of time was in order. 

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, and then he passed it to the 
Chairwoman of the English Department. 

Lillian took a drag, exhaling smoke exquisitely through her thin nostrils. 
She looked up at him and he could tell from the warmth and intimacy of her 
gaze that a relationship had been sparked this evening. Shit, he thought, 
now I really have to be fucking careful. But he kept his thoughts to himself 
as Lillian got to her feet and took his hand. 

"My bedroom is a more comfortable place to finish this," she said. 

"Good idea," he retorted, following her to her innermost chambers. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

For the next couple of days Yancy kept a very low profile. He did not want 
to instigate any trouble at school-certainly not. He earned his livelihood 
there and being a fool there would only cause repercussions throughout his 
whole life. He was usually a master at staying cool in the midst of a heated 
affair, but confrontations with Lillian could prove dramatic. Yancy knew 
that from bits and pieces of information he had picked up about the saucy 
red-head. 

But Yancy was very quick to accept Lillian's invitation to cocktails at a 
imagine restaurant, paid for naturally by the school's public relations 
fund. Lillian was tapped right into that little slush fund and used it for 
such necessities as make-up, having her hair done, buying ski equipment, and 
learning how to be a more proficient fascist. Of course, Lillian had her 
good points; she was one hell of a sexy bitch. What did it matter to Yancy 
if the woman was obsessed with her power? Indeed, it was good for Yancy 
because the woman liked him. Yes, there was nothing wrong with having a hot 
bitch like Lillian on his side. Yancy knew this instinctively at once. 

So on a Tuesday afternoon, he met her for cocktails. The talk went from 
education to the quality of firm young flesh available. Yancy of course was 
very reluctant to talk about the latter, and did so with reserve. Although 
Lillian was being palsy-walsy, there was no telling when a bitch like her 
could turn on a man. There was no predicting Lillian at all. Yancy knew 
this; it was one of the things he dealt with with considerable dexterity. He 
did not commit himself; he said things that meant nothing. Lillian did not 
seem to notice when his language suddenly filled up with meaningless phrases 
designed more to entertain than to voice opinion. If she did know this, it 
was all right with him. The only thing that wasn't all right with Lillian 
was being challenged. She did not like to be confronted directly. Yancy 
would avoid this generally. He would confront her only when he knew he was 
going to win. With a woman like Lillian, you don't lose once or you're sunk. 

Of course knowing this did not make Yancy feel particularly relaxed in the 
red-head's company. But a few drinks loosened him up and soon they were 
sitting close, playing footsie under the table. 

"You know I enjoy working for you, Lillian, and I always have." 

"You know I don't hear that very often," she said, smiling broadly, her 
sparkling white teeth on display. 

"Well, I'm telling you, baby, and it's true. I think you're very efficient." 

That was the ultimate compliment as far as Lillian was concerned. She 
dripped efficiency. 

"Why, thank you. I feel the same way about you, Yancy. However, I don't know 
if you should teach that subversive literature to our students. All that 
Beat Generation stuff-it's dangerous, don't you understand that?" 

"I don't think it's dangerous." 

"Don't you understand they listen to that talk and the next thing you know 
they're smoking marijuana and fucking each other silly." 

Yancy smiled. "I have some wonderful marijuana. Maybe we'll smoke it after I 
fuck you silly." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"It's supposed to mean 'Why is it all right for us to fuck each other silly 
and get drunk or high if we want to and they can't?' It doesn't make sense. 
They'll think you're a hypocrite unless you do what you tell them to do. 
Don't you see that?" 

"I'm not trying to win any popularity contests around campus," she snapped. 

"I can see that, Lillian, but the least you can do, you understand, is treat 
them like people. I mean you can't fake them for long; they see right 
through you." 

"I don't know if I like this conversation," she said. 

"What you mean," he said, "is that you're not up against a yes-man." 

Lillian frowned. Of course she knew that the bulk of her relationships at 
school were people who yessed her to death. She liked the fact that Yancy 
didn't. She liked the fact that while he did not usually confront her so 
directly, he did at least express a certain amount of healthy diversity in 
his opinion. Not so with the other faculty members; they would cower and yes 
her into the ground. Maybe she should learn how to cool herself out, she 
mused, at least for Yancy. Yes, he was me type of man who would make it 
worth her while. 

"Well, Yancy, I suppose everybody's got their philosophy about teaching. I 
don't see why mine would be any better than yours. But please, don't let it 
come to my attention; it makes me nervous." 

"Why the hell should it make you nervous?" 

"Because the English department is my responsibility. Now I have a certain 
mode of operation; I can understand that you don't want to follow that mode, 
but do understand my point. It makes me nervous to have someone blatantly 
fuck around with my orders; it makes me feel like I'm not being effective at 
my job." 

"But don't you see how absurd that is." 

"But don't you see how it doesn't matter?" Stalemate. 

"Hey, baby, let's go for a ride in my Jag," he said. "I feel like getting 
high and screwing around." 

"Well, if you'd really like to, I suppose we could," she said. 

"Yes, I'd really like to. I'd really like to very much. These fucking 
restaurants bore me sometimes." 

"Well, if you're in the mood for a prance, I suppose we could do that." 

They got up after Yancy paid the bill and went into the parking lot. Yancy 
put the top down on the Jag and as soon as Lillian was seated inside, he 
pulled a tightly-rolled marijuana cigarette out of the glove compartment. He 
lit it and offered the smoldering stick to the red-head who declined it. 

"Just good clean fun. Most of your students are hip to it; I see no reason 
whyi you shouldn't be." 

"I just seem to be inhibited with marijuana. I've smoked it a few times. 
Goodness knows, it was the intellectual thing to do back when I was a girl." 

"You're still a girl," he said, "and a hot one." He winked at her as he 
started the Jag and rolled slowly out of the lot. He was feeling good 
now-the wind on his face, the night approaching. Sunset always made Yancy 
feel romantic. He felt Lillian's hand drop to his leg. The red-head began to 
fondle his thigh and he instinctively turned the car toward his pad. 

Within twenty minutes they were parking in front of his pad and Yancy was 
putting up the top. 

"I do love to watch you do physical labor, Yancy. You could have been a 
great longshoreman or something; you have the perfect body for it." 

"Who are you bullshitting?" Yancy said. He was wiry; far from well-muscled, 
although during his peak days before he had settled into a life of luxury 
and relative inactivity, he had been rather well-built. 

"Listen, Lillian, I think I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I think you 
need it." 

Lillian was about to agree with him when she suddenly got insulted. Was he 
being condescending, she wondered. 

"Well, Yancy, I don't see why I would need it any more than you." 

"What the hell's the difference, baby? Let's go." 

Giggling and yelping, the woman allowed herself to be escorted into the 
elevator. She felt his hot lips cover hers and his hands moved up to fondle 
her big breasts as the elevator ascended. 

As soon as Yancy got her inside, he began removing her clothes. Her big, 
strawberry-capped tits fit nicely in his palms and he fondled them hotly. 

"Baby, let me string my hammock up. You're going to dig this." 

"Ooh, sounds exciting; I never balled on a hammock." 

"You never made it on a hammock? "Take this in," Yancy said, getting up and 
getting his rope hammock out of the closet. He strung it very quickly 
between two hooks, and the haughty red-head sat down on it, a broad, lazy 
smile playing over her face as Yancy spread her legs and set her butt 
hanging over the edge. 

"This is the perfect position, baby. I'm going to stick it in so deep you're 
going to feel it coming out the other end." 

"Don't threaten me," she said haughtily, lifting her legs high and placing 
them on Yancy's shoulders. 

Yancy let his hard dick slide up and down, smoothing the hairs on Lillian's 
pussy. In a few moments, a few droplets of lube appeared on the tip of his 
dick and they quickly disappeared in her red-haired thicket. Yancy groaned 
as the girl closed her legs and caught his prick between her milky, freckled 
thighs. He groaned as her hand came down and she started to massage his dick 
hotly. She felt it pulse as she rubbed it with her skillful palm. 

"Oh, Yancy, I love the way it pulses in my hand." 

"I love the way it pulses in your mouth and pussy even more," he said. 

"Mmmmmm," she groaned. "Give it to me. Give it to me right now!" 

"You got it, baby!" he said. He knew his dick was already moist enough to 
slide into her, so he wasted no further time. His hard cock pushed into her 
warm female opening, and he penetrated her to the hilt. His hard pulsing 
phallus parted her moist female tissue. She moaned and sobbed, lost in total 
enjoyment. 

"Oh, Yancy, fuck me!" she groaned, her body quaking weightlessly on the 
hammock. 

Yancy watched her pale neck as she threw her head back. Her red curly hair 
spread out and hung down almost to the floor. He felt her moist tissue 
contract tightly around his dick and he almost had an orgasm. But Yancy was 
in the mood to control himself; he wanted this hot fuck to go on all night. 
He wished he had some cocaine to rub on his dick to turn it into a 
non-ejaculating fucking machine. But he had a great deal of confidence in 
his self-control. He would be able to cool himself out and fuck this bitch 
cool and sweet. A slow-moving, smooth pimp-screwing he'd give her one she'd 
remember for ever and ever-one she'd come back for whenever she got hungry 
for dick. 

"Oohhhhh," she groaned as his hot cock throbbed deep in her womb. 

"Mmmmmm, baby, I love to watch your big tits bounce. Give me that hot oven! 
Squeeze me!" 

"Ooohhhhhhh," she groaned, her eyes rolling out of focus, her nostrils 
flaring. Her mouth opened wide and her quivering lips tried to form words, 
but she was too far gone. She could only moan low in her throat. 

Yancy continued pumping his hot dick in and out of her pussy, moving up and 
down on her dancing female carriage. He was not in the mood to orgasm inside 
her. No, he wanted to give her all he had to give first. This hot bitch was 
really ripe for some action. He wanted to make Lillian his slave, his 
hot-to-trot slave. Yes, that would improve his standing at work and add 
considerably to his entertainment hours. 

The woman was approaching orgasm and Yancy knew it. He could feel her spine 
tighten; he could feel her legs buck and kick. Her fingernails dug into his 
back as her whole body quaked with orgasmic rhapsody. 

Yancy groaned as her pulsing cunt tightened around him, but he held onto his 
jizz even through the heat of her explosion. Yes, he contained himself; he 
wanted this to go on for a little more time-enough time for him to turn her 
over and ride on the balls of Lillian's haughty buttocks; that was indeed a 
kick. Yes, that way he could feel her big breasts suspended from her bosom. 
Yes, a kick indeed. 

After the woman's orgasm, Yancy asked her to please turn over on her belly. 
He contracted the hammock so that her big breasts hung free of the ropes. 
Then Yancy moved behind her arid began poking his hot dick around in her 
red-haired delta. 

"Ooooohhh," she groaned as her haughty rump-cakes tightened. 

Yancy lubricated the crack of her ass-hole with some pearly drops and then 
began pushing his dick into her. 

"Ooooooohhhhh," she groaned, her body tightening. 

"Loosen up, baby. If you loosen up it won't hurt at all." 

Lillian loosened her buttocks and all of a sudden Yancy's dick moved deep 
inside her. The pain startled her, then all at once his hand moved under her 
and began massaging her clitoris and pussy. The pain and pleasure mingled 
exquisitely. 

"Yoooowwwwweeeee!! " she let out, yelping and bucking, her quaking, 
quivering flesh sweating and glistening. Yancy was giving her a stout 
ass-fucking now, not even slowing down as she winced and writhed under him. 
He felt her hot ass-hole contract around his dick and he pulsed deep inside 
her. He continued massaging her clitoris and pussy, knowing full well that 
this hand-jive was what was keep-her dancing under him. 

"Ooooohhhh, I love that hard cock," she moaned. It was interesting, Lillian 
mused, being fucked with a dick in the ass and a finger in the cunt. Yes, it 
was truly exquisite. The blending of sensations was absolutely heavenly. 

Yancy's hard cock pulsed; it was heating up rapidly. She had the feeling he 
was going to explode inside her at any moment and she tried to encourage 
this by tightening her ass-hole around him. 

But Yancy's control was dramatic at this point. He would not lose his deluge 
so quickly. He would make this hot woman work for it if she wanted to get 
him off. 

"Oh, fuck me, Lillian! I want to feel those great ass-cakes under me for a 
half-hour." 

"You'll wear me out," she said. 

"Yes," he said, bending down and biting her pale shoulder. He gave her a few 
hickies on her smooth, even skin, then concentrated on the feeling his dick 
was receiving. 

Being surrounded by her tight anus was a thrill indeed. Lillian had the 
perfect bottom for a sound fucking-high, round, generous cakes that quivered 
easily and provided a man with something to hold onto as well as something 
to sink his dick into. Yes, those big, round womanly hips were a thrill to 
put his wide palms around. 

The bucking girl took off like a bronco, her haughty female carriage 
expressing the exquisite torment she was receiving. 

"Come in my ass, Yancy. Oh, please come in my ass!" she said. She didn't 
know how much more of this she could take. 

Suddenly Yancy's fingers massaged the girl into a peak of sexual delirium. 
She gasped and groaned as her sensual carriage shook in an orgiastic storm 
of sensations. She began to sob softly as the pleasure shot through her, 
jolted her, made her almost pass out. 

Her tormentor was still riding her hard, refusing to come. Yancy's hard dick 
felt like a foam dildo inside her. How come he didn't shoot his load? She 
had never heard of a man holding on through an orgasm of hers before. Her 
bucking and kicking and storming usually got to them; this guy was something 
else indeed. He was probably the most qualified fucker in the English 
department, she thought to herself. 

As Yancy continued to fuck the haughty red-head's ass, he moved his fingers 
up. His right hand now palmed her two big breasts while his left hand 
continued to massage her pussy and clitoris. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh!" she groaned. 

"Oh, you got it!" he said. "Now move those haughty rump cakes for me again." 

Her left cake went up in the air; then it descended and the right cake went 
up. Soon 

Lillian was dancing under him again as he massaged her clitoris and 
finger-fucked her. Now her ass was really contracting around his dick as she 
tried everything to make him come. 

"Baby, that is good," he said, "but I'm going to hold on." 

"Oh, come! Come!! " 

"When I'm ready," he insisted, continuing to ride her mercilessly. His hard 
dick throbbed in her ass-hole. 

"Please come! Please! Please!! " 

He moved his two hands up now and palmed her big tits, holding the great 
jugs gleefully and fondling them with lustful hunger. His hard dick pulsed 
hot jizz out and the sweet orgasm lined her tightest orifice. 

Lillian's dancing became extreme as she felt his hot release, as it finally 
ejaculated into her. 

"Oooohhhh, I love your hot dick," she said. She felt the warmth of his dick 
tingle through her body. It was a magnetic warmth, one that truly swept her 
away. She felt totally inflamed by the orgasmic heat he threw off. 

When he was done coming, his jerking, twitching body relaxed on her haughty 
frame. He told her that she was a truly sweet fuck and the red-head was very 
pleased with this evaluation. She cooed and sighed under him, telling him 
further that he could expect a very light schedule from now on. 

"I want you to be in good shape for things more important than your work 
load, Yancy." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" he said. 

"It means I think I want you for my very private and personal assistant. I 
haven't had a faculty assistant since I fired Mr. Rugby." 

"Yes, I remember the poor sap. All he wanted to do was kiss your ass and you 
didn't let him." 

"Exactly. I'm tired of all those yes-men that tickle up to me. I need 
somebody who has his own opinion. I need you." 

"But you and I-I mean, Lillian, our opinions are so different. I would 
threaten all your theories and you would probably not want to hear mine." 

"Yes, this is true, but think of all the nice conferences we could have late 
at night in my apartment." 

"Yes, we could have fun together, but why call it a faculty assistant? Why 
not just call it a nice relationship?" 

Lillian frowned. She didn't know the answer to that. After thinking about it 
for a moment, she just decided that she was so used to her power role that 
she thought she could only attain things through the use of it. 

Yes, that was why she tried to win him that way. She smiled, realizing that 
she didn't have to win him. She had already won him. Yancy liked to fuck 
her. That meant that he would be doing it more often. Lillian was pleased. 
She smiled. He was good for her at this point in her life; he relieved so 
many of her frustrations. 

Yancy moved out of her slowly and stood up. It was cool in the apartment 
with a slow, southern breeze creeping in through the open window. Yancy told 
the red-head that he'd get her a towel, and then proceeded to go into the 
bathroom. He came back with two terry-cloth towels and he wrapped one around 
the girl's shivering body. She was still on the hammock, only sprawled on it 
now, loving the weightless feeling as her body rocked softly. 

Yancy had turned on some soft music and the feeling of rocking combined with 
the music sent her into an enchanted realm. She felt absolutely marvelous. 

He began to scratch her back, his fingernails moving over the smoothness of 
her flesh. The girl wriggled and giggled softly, loving the sweet sensual 
way her man was treating her. 

His dick was still hard and Yancy wanted to use it a few more times. He 
wanted her pussy and he wanted her mouth. He continued to scratch her back 
for a while until she was utterly relaxed; then he picked up the haughty 
red-head and carried her off into his bedroom. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Yancy waited until the students had filed in and settled down in his 
afternoon English class. He was in a very good mood; knowing how solid he 
was with Lillian made him feel very secure at his job. And having Rochelle, 
the haughty brunette young girl follow him around, panting like a bitch in 
heat, flattered his ego. Yancy had to admit he was being very smooth of 
late. He had more than enough pussy and had set himself up for a very easy 
work-load next term. He was being rewarded for his lack of virtues. It 
seemed somehow justifiable. Yes, the whole upside-down thing seemed like it 
made sense, oddly enough. Yancy had buffed Lillian good. He deserved a 
lighter work-load. He did not know, however, how he was going to handle the 
haughty red-head's requests to use him as her faculty assistant. It seemed 
rather like a subservient position and he did not want to be converted into 
one of her yes-men. No indeed, he wouldn't allow it to happen. He would quit 
before that happened. Yancy was nobody's yes-man. Anyway, he had a popular 
novel published. Nobody would fuck with him; he was relatively sure of that. 
Of course, Lillian could make life hell for him if she wanted him to quit. 
She could give him terrible schedules and hound him with the worst classes. 
Yes, there was a way to make a teacher resign, even a well-paid teacher who 
liked his work. And Yancy truly did like his work. That was what he was 
thinking as he put out his cigarette and began the class. It was a good 
task. The academic life allowed him to be around young people all the 
time-young people who were thinking-and Yancy liked that. They were always 
challenging his ideas, always making him re-think his thoughts. Yancy 
enjoyed that kind of challenge, unlike most tyrannical professors. Yes, 
Yancy was a far cry from the average. And perhaps this quality, this hipness 
to what was really happening, was what threw so much moist young pussy at 
Yancy. For there was no doubt about it; Yancy didn't have to go looking for 
it. It all happened to him. It all came at him, just like the auburn-haired 
beauty in the second row was coming to him now with her big, wide, 
sparkling, dark eyes. He looked down at the seating cards and saw that her 
name was Juliann Jones-what a pretty girl, he mused. He had no pet in this 
class yet. In the early English class, Rochelle was the winner, hands down. 
He always complimented her when she answered a question correctly, and when 
she did not, he encouraged her and even gave her information. Of course, he 
.was like that with most of his students, but with Rochelle he overdid it a 
bit. He tried to cool himself, but as much as he tried, something, some 
flicker of his affection for the girl, showed through. 

But in this class, Yancy had been relatively cool. Of course, it helped that 
before the afternoon class he often dropped in on Lillian and had the 
haughty red-head spread her legs and prop her butt on the edge of her desk. 
That way he could sink his dick into her and give her a nice quickie. 
Lillian encouraged this. She called it consultation and said that a great 
deal of it was necessary if she was to run her department with vibrance. 
Yancy agreed with this. Since he had been screwing Lillian, she had been 
acting obviously different. Even the other faculty members noticed that 
Lillian Lang had mellowed out. She was still the haughty bitch she always 
was, but less frequently. She walked the corridors with a pleased smile on 
her face, and when she bumped into another teacher from the English 
department, she was generally cordial and even warm. That was a switch. 

Many of the teachers decided quietly and among themselves that Lillian was 
getting it regular from someone. She was a new woman. The word was out and 
the verdict was guilty, but they didn't know exactly what she was guilty of. 
Of course, they suspected that Lillian was having an affair with Yancy-the 
two of them seemed kind of close lately. In fact, Yancy had been recently 
appointed Lillian's faculty assistant. This position alone caused somewhat 
of a murmur, but of course there was nothing anyone could do about it. No 
one could defy Lillian or even ask her what the fuck she was doing. She was 
the undisputed queen of the English department, and Yancy was in a spot too. 
Yes, it was enviable; he was being paid as a visiting professor and yet his 
job was secure. It was just fortunate that he had published that novel and 
made a name for himself, otherwise he would have been out on his ass a long 
time ago. 

They all knew that Yancy occasionally had affairs with students. That was, 
nobody knew it for sure, but everyone had heard the word. The girls in 
various English classes had formed a mystique, a mythology if you will, 
around Yancy. It was said that he was one down fucker with a cock just as 
slick as his command of literature. Yes, that was what the girls heard about 
Yancy even before they laid eyes on him. That was what Juliann had heard 
just last period in the cafeteria. Now her big, dark eyes took in the 
sharply-dressed, rather handsome man before her. Juliann had always been 
attracted to older men. They seemed to exhibit such confidence, such total 
sureness. This impressed her. They seemed in control of their environment 
which was in direct contrast to the young boys in her immediate peer group. 
She let her eyes play with his until she was sure that he was looking back 
at her. She felt herself blush. Her olive skin darkened in color, but 
Juliann put her head down, allowing her auburn hair to fall over her face 
slightly. She did this for privacy and to ignite the mystique she knew she 
contained. Juliann knew herself to be a beautiful young, girlish woman. At 
eighteen, she was already fully-blossomed with sweetly-bloomed breasts and 
rounding, haughty hips. Her long legs led to a round but tight olive-colored 
rump. 

The twin symmetrical balls were set high and were perfectly formed. Her face 
was absolutely exquisite. She had long thin eyelashes which set off her dark 
marble eyes. Her skin was a smooth, flawless olive color and her lips and 
gums were dark, almost plum-colored. The girl's teeth were white and 
sparkling, looking almost magical as they peeked from behind her 
lushly-textured full lips. The girl's mouth was an extremely erotic area and 
Yancy found himself looking at her with more and more concentration. 

"What did you think of the reading assignment, class?" Yancy asked. 

He had had the class read Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert 
Frost. It was not quite his favorite poem or his favorite poet, but he used 
Frost sometimes to lubricate the class' interest. Frost was an accessible 
poet; he was someone that people read and understood with very little 
difficulty. The poem he had selected was one he knew would inspire students. 

Nobody made a comment right away. He looked around the room and not one hand 
went up, so Yancy decided to call on someone. He kept his eyes out of the 
seating book and just picked a face. The young man that he selected rose to 
his feet and said that the poem was very definitely a celebration of nature. 

"Explain," Yancy said, lighting a cigarette. 

"Well, the poet stops in the woods to look at the beautiful forest all 
covered with snow." 

"Does that make it a nature poem?" Yancy asked. 

"Well, obviously the poet appreciates nature or he wouldn't have stopped." 

"Any other comments?" Yancy said after complimenting the young man on his 
insight. 

There were no other comments. The class was slow getting off the ground. 
Yancy frowned. Then he called on Juliann. He looked at her hopefully. "What 
do you have to say, young lady?" 

"I would tend to agree. I think it's a celebration of nature in a way," 
Juliann said reluctantly. He had to move closer to hear what she was saying. 
He took on the sweet softness of her olive skin, the high perfection of her 
cheekbones. The girl was exquisite. 

Yancy felt his heart flutter. He had to turn away from her. 

"Anybody see the other side of this?" 

The class began to elaborate. People took wild guesses, but nobody came up 
with what Yancy was getting at. 

"Look, class, why would the poet cover the woods up with pristine snow if he 
considered them already perfect? Don't you see? He is not praising nature; 
he is doing the opposite. He is saying that nature is so totally zooch, that 
the only way to make it beautiful is to cover it with snow." 

The class seemed shocked. "But understand what nature is, class. It's not 
just walking through green fields; it's also survival of the fittest, as 
Darwin put it. It's one species living off another, and the strongest one 
gets to continue. There's more to nature than flowers, class. And Frost, 
being a most sensitive poet, knew this. Of course, his appreciation for 
nature was there. Obviously it was a fascination with nature that caused him 
to write the poem. But he chose to cover the woods; he chose to see them 
free of the flaws resident to a natural habitat. Are there any questions?" 

"Wow!" Juliann said. "I never would have come up with that interpretation." 

The fact that the girl exclaimed this out loud made a few students sitting 
around her giggle slightly. 

But Yancy was pleased. The girl was deeply moved by the poem and by his 
interpretation of it. He had the feeling they would somehow be able to form 
a relationship-this haughty girl and he. Yes, he had room on his great 
calendar for another pretty woman. 

Always room for one more. 

After the class, Juliann lingered in her seat until the other students filed 
out of the room. 

Yancy lit a cigarette and looked down at some papers on his desk, pretending 
not to notice as the haughty auburn-haired young beauty jiggled her goods 
over to his desk. 

"That was very interesting, Mr. Jensen. I must say I never would have 
interpreted that poem in quite that way. You must have a great deal of 
sensitivity to poetry." 

"Actually, it's just a question of prolonged effort, my dear. What most 
people call genius is simply concentrated effort over a long period of time. 
There is no magic involved-just a certain amount of discipline or 
compulsiveness." 

Juliann almost gasped. She was indeed impressed with this strange studly 
teacher's rhetoric. She found herself enchanted with his eyes, with his 
strange and yet logical talk. She had the feeling he could hold deep powers 
over her, and that impressed her. It wasn't everyday that she met a man who 
made her feel this way. He was stronger than she; his power was greater than 
hers. She felt embryonic in his presence. 

"Do you like poetry a great deal, Juliann?" he asked her, offering her a 
cigarette. 

The girl took the cigarette nervously and stuck her pretty chin out while he 
held his Zippo lighter for her. 

"I like poetry a great deal," she said, exhaling smoke daintily through her 
thin nostrils. 

"Do you ever write any?" 

"As a matter-of-fact, I write quite a bit of poetry. I like to write and I 
find myself just doing it sometimes. It keeps me loose, you know? I mean, 
sometimes I get all..." She paused. 

"Constipated," he said, giving her the word. 

"Yes, exactly. Constipated-but in my head." 

They both giggled and Juliann's smile made Yancy's heart flutter again. What 
a beautiful chick! In-fucking-credible! 

Juliann wore a short pleated skirt which really ignited her rounded hips. 
Her blouse was open on top and he could see the line of her cleavage and the 
tops of her breasts which jiggled gently as she giggled. But still, it was 
her mouth that attracted him most-those sweet, full, lushly-textured lips 
and their dark, natural color. Juliann wore no make-up anywhere. She needed 
none. Her olive skin was too beautiful to alter, and her lips needed no 
lipstick to be beautiful and erotic. He found himself unable to look at her 
without feeling an immense physical reaction. 

His prick was bulging. He was glad he was sitting down; his pants were 
rather loose and he knew they'd stick up like a tent if he got to his feet. 
He tapped a cigarette out of his pack nervously as Juliann began talking 
about what a great teacher he was. Yancy loved to hear this kind of shit 
when it came from a pretty girl. He tried his best not to look too affected 
as she praised him up and down, as she flattered him in every way she could. 

He smiled at her finally. 

"Why, thank you for saying all those nice things to me. I'm glad I'm 
igniting your interest in poetry." 

"Well, it's absolutely true. Why, I feel like going home and writing a poem 
right now." 

"That's great; absolutely wonderful." 

"Mr. Jensen, why don't..." 

"Please call me Yancy, Juliann. It isn't necessary to call me Mr. Jensen. It 
makes me feel like an old man." 

"Yes, I know," the girl said. She blushed. The first day of class she had 
called him "Professor" and he did not seem pleased with it. From now on she 
would call him Yancy. 

"But does that apply to classroom situations?" Juliann said. "I mean, can I 
call you Yancy in the classroom?" 

He thought about it for a moment and then nodded his head affirmatively. He 
had nothing to worry about from Lillian. Even if she knew he was putzing 
around with a student, she would soon be cooled out. Yancy knew that between 
his tongue and his dick he could cool that red-headed bitch out at any 
moment. He no longer feared a great scandal and felt freer to fuck around 
with whatever young girl he wanted to. He looked at the auburn-haired girl 
and suddenly wanted to. He knew it wouldn't take much. Her hand was resting 
on his desk and he put his over hers for a moment. 

The girl's blushing caused her color to darken immediately and Yancy smiled. 
He knew he was affecting her. "You're very pretty, Juliann. Why don't you 
come over to my apartment and read me some of your poetry?" 

Juliann had a great deal of trouble looking up into his eyes, but when she 
finally did it was lust that was written across her mischievous orbs. 

"Yes, Yancy. Give me your address," she said in a husky tone. 

Yancy wrote his address on a piece of paper and handed it to the very pretty 
auburn-haired girl. "Eight-thirty, nine o'clock," he said. "Do you have a 
car?" 

She nodded her head affirmatively. "Great. I'll see you then." 

"Yes," she said. 

Yancy got up and the girl took his arm as they walked to the door of the 
classroom. She wanted to kiss him, but knew he would get nervous. After all, 
he was a teacher, she reminded herself. 

They were going in different directions and once they hit the corridor they 
bid farewell, but not for long. Their eyes lingered a moment and a bolt of 
electricity seemed to pass between them. 

* * * 

Juliann was a virgin. Although she was eighteen years old, she had never 
even had a finger in her pussy let alone a hard prick. Of course she was 
impatient and did not want to hold onto her virginity any longer. It was 
just that lately she had not met the right man-the man who could deflower 
her with sensitivity, with the right amount of tasteful sweetness. Yancy 
seemed like such a creature. He was macho in his ways, but he was also 
sensitive. Yes, sensitive enough to read poetry and understand it. He was 
her idea of what a first lover should be and for this reason he was to 
receive her cherry. 

She dabbed some of her mother's perfume between her ample breasts and wore a 
flesh-toned bra that lifted her perky tits even higher on her olive-skinned 
bosom. Her nipples were dark, corkish buttons which stood off the sweet caps 
of her tits. She pinched them slightly and looked down at them as they 
became fully erect. She was in the mood to dress sexy tonight. After all, 
this was going to be the end of her maiden's era. And how welcome that end 
would be, she thought to herself as she dabbed a Q-tip in perfume and moved 
the cotton along her inner thighs slowly. She wanted to smell like a rose. 
She wanted him to adore her, to put his mouth to her virginal cunt and suck 
her pussy. 

For years people had been telling Juliann how beautiful she was. Now she was 
going to use that beauty. She had almost lost her virginity at sixteen, but 
the young man she had decided to give it to did not please her once the 
action started. She had let him feel her budding breasts and move his hand 
over her skirt, but somewhere along the line the heat vanished, and when he 
tried to get under her panties with his fingers, Juliann had stopped him. 
The young man had gotten pissed and walked out on her, and Juliann had 
decided it was just as well. She had not had any real sexual encounters 
since then, except for a date last summer who insisted that she suck his 
prick. Juliann had done it, but the young man had not reciprocated in any 
way and she thought him rather selfish. 

The young man had pumped his jizz into her mouth and made her drink it down, 
but then he had not rewarded her. He made absolutely no attempt to put his 
tongue to her pussy's lips. That was what she had expected. Man, was she 
disappointed! 

But she had the feeling that this hot stud, this wonderful professor of 
English she was going to see tonight, would not disappoint her. She had the 
feeling he would give it to her exactly where she needed it most. 

The girl ran a brush through her auburn hair. Her sexiness was apparent now 
as she looked in the full-length mirror that decorated her parents' bedroom. 
She took in the lines of her long, stalky legs. She admired the hot 
sweetness of her face. Oh, that mouth, she thought to herself, licking her 
lips. How beautiful I am! 

She smiled and for a moment it struck her that her face changed greatly when 
her teeth were showing in a smile. Yes, she looked like a different person 
but just as beautiful. Juliann unbuttoned her blouse just enough so that her 
haughty tits would show a little. She was glad her parents were not home; 
that would allow her to leave looking sexy and without being noticed. 

She got into the car her father bought her for her eighteenth birthday and 
started it quickly. She was in a hurry now, her cunt anxious for experience. 

* * * 

Juliann's sweet, supple body seemed to ripple and bulge underneath her 
clothes. She announced immediately that her maidenhead was still intact and 
that she was not joking about this rather serious matter. 

"Are you sure you want to...? " 

"Positively sure," Juliann said. 

She stepped out of her clothes gracefully, in time to the slow jazz that was 
pumped in through Yancy's stereo system. Yancy watched with widening eyes as 
the girl's olive-skinned, voluptuous carriage became fully visible to him. 
Her breasts were truly magnificent, generous, and yet high and perky on her 
bosom. They were capped by taut, olive-colored buttons. Perfectly sweet 
nipples stood erect off the globes of her tits. The girl managed to look at 
him, her dark eyes sparkling, glistening with both lust, and incongruously 
enough, a maiden's modesty. 

"You are beautiful," he commented. The girl's dark curly hair hung down to 
the high balls of her buttocks in the back and when she brought it around it 
formed a fine veil through which her haughty breasts peeked out. 

"Move your hair back, Juliann. I want to see those very pretty tits." 

Juliann had been using her hair to hide behind momentarily, but when she 
heard his voice she realized there was no hiding from this man. He would not 
permit it. She scooped her wavy dark hair behind her shoulders, freeing her 
breasts to his sight. 

Yancy's appraising eyes took in the smooth suppleness of the girl's skin. 
What a treasure, he thought to himself. 

She walked over to him slowly, moistening her lips, looking directly into 
his eyes. 

Yancy had never been quite so ignited by a girl before, even kissing her. 
This young, moist maiden was throwing him the most exquisite pictures. She 
drew her hands around him at once and he moaned as her fingers came down 
curiously on his hardened penis. 

Yancy slid out of his robe at once. He embraced the girl and kissed her 
hotly on her dark, sweet mouth. 

"Mmmmm," Juliann let out low in her throat. Her thin, finely-sculptured 
nostrils flared as Yancy's tongue darted into her mouth, as his hard prick 
bulged against her dewy maiden's delta. 

The girl was more than voluptuous; she was just a slight bit on the chunky 
side, but it was a sweet chunkiness and so perky. Her skin was tight and her 
body well-proportioned, and the extra flesh just added to her sensuality. 
Her generous hips and breasts were extremely exciting. 

"The bedroom, Juliann," he said, leading her directly into his bedroom. 
Yancy had intended to wine her a little and entertain her with some poetic 
interpretations. He knew the girl had a taste for poetry, but it seemed like 
her passion was as high-pitched as his at this point. This pleased Yancy. 

Once in the bedroom, he had no trouble laying the girl down and moving 
beside her. Her body did not tense until his hand covered the dewy dark 
hairs of her delta. Instead of spreading her legs wide, she clamped them 
shut. 

That motion excited Yancy, reminding him that she was, after all, a tender 
young virgin. 

"Baby, you don't have to worry," he said softly in her ear. He followed the 
words with a wet tongue, licking and lapping in her ear as she cooed and 
groaned sweetly. His finger moved over the lush fullness of her mouth and he 
felt her pink tongue come out and tickle it. 

"Oh, baby, you are going to be one beautiful lover." 

"Do you really think so?" she said curiously. 

He nodded his head affirmatively. So, she was insecure. This beautiful, 
sweet woman was unsure of herself. Well, that would not last long. Soon she 
would realize what a total beauty she was. Then she would be totally 
impossible to please. Yancy was lucky, he mused. He had her while she was 
still eager to please. 

"Let me part your legs, honey. You have to loosen up," he said, trying to 
pry her legs open with a minimum of force. 

Juliann realized she would get nowhere by fighting him. She allowed his 
fingers to settle on the lips of her pussy. Slowly, but surely, she felt one 
finger begin to delve inside her virginal cunt. 

"Ohhhh," she groaned, "I'm afraid." She tightened her legs suddenly. 

Yancy did not move his finger out, but he did not attempt to push it in any 
more. He kissed her and let a finger flutter over her clitoris. 

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, beginning to hump his finger. Yancy was delighted. 
He'd sparked something off in her. She seemed to have a very sensitive 
little clicker. 

"I'm going to just play around outside you for a while, baby. You're too 
nervous for me to enter," he said. 

Yancy proceeded to do exactly as he said, massaging her clitoris as Juliann 
began humping, her broad womanly hips moving in slow but determined circles. 

Her mouth popped open and her lips quivered. Juliann's eyes rolled out of 
focus as she felt wave upon wave of intense pleasure jostle her body. 

The girl broke out in a cool sweat, her olive skin beginning to glisten. 
Yancy could not resist touching the corkish tautness of her nipples. He 
loved the way her tit-caps felt, rolled between his fingers. 

"Mmmmm, baby," he said, "I love your big, sweet tits. Juliann, you are one 
pretty bitch." 

"Ohhhhh," she groaned, not even able to hear him. She was in another world. 
The shocks of pleasure were unlike anything she had ever felt before. 

Yancy could feel her pussy growing more and more moist, but still he did not 
feel like trying to stick his dick in her. No, Juliann deserved better 
treatment than that. 

Yancy had been sucking on her tits, but he moved his mouth slowly down over 
her olive-skinned belly, letting his head lodge slowly between the long 
olive stalks of her legs. He let his fingers part the lips of her pussy only 
slightly and began digging his tongue into her hot female core. 

"YIPES!" she groaned, digging her nails into his back as his tongue 
penetrated her. 

"Mmmmmm," he moaned, holding the balls of her buttocks in his palms and 
lapping furiously at her cunt. He could feel her maiden's wall with his 
tongue. His dick would have no trouble pushing past that, he thought. But 
first he wanted her to want it. Yes, he wanted her to need his dick in her. 
He wanted her to need it so bad that she would not be afraid of the pain. 
Only then would the pain be transcended; only then would Juliann's first 
experience be magnificent. 

Yancy wanted nothing less for the girl. He knew that if he could provide her 
with that sweet thing every girl wants-the perfect fuck-she would be back 
again and again. He could add Juliann to his mounting roster. Yes, Lillian 
and Rochelle were becoming rather commonplace to Yancy lately. He looked at 
the beautiful olive-skinned girl as she moaned and wriggled under the 
whipping severity of his tongue. Her cunt was hungry now; he could taste her 
juicy hunger. His face glistened with the girl's moist pussy-dew as he 
lifted his head out of her crotch. 

Yancy cupped her big breasts and pushed them up so he could suck on them. He 
held the nipples close together so he could alternate his hot 
tongue-whipping over the taut corkish buttons. 

"Now," he said, his cock sliding from her clit, over the lips of her pussy, 
back to the button of her ass-hole. He moved his cock between her legs with 
expert skill, igniting the girl even further. 

Juliann's eyes widened. She looked up at him imploringly. "Please come 
inside me," she moaned. 

Yes, he thought to himself, she was ready. He slid his dick's throbbing tip 
into the very lips of her cunt and when he saw her eyes widen, when he felt 
her spine tighten, he pushed his hard dick in further. 

"Oohhhhhhhhh," Juliann groaned as the penetrating penis pierced her maiden's 
wall. He had pushed his dick into her hard, lifting the sweet stalks of her 
legs at the very same time. The effect had been splendid. Juliann's agony 
lasted no longer than a split-second and then the ecstasy began mounting. 

"Oooohhhh," she groaned as Yancy's hard prick throbbed deep in her cunt. 

"Mmmmm," he let out, his eyes closed, his mind concentrating solely on the 
exquisite tightness of her cunt. The woman in her was emerging. Yancy opened 
his eyes and looked at a woman's body, and yet it felt like he was in a 
young girl's snatch. Yes, he was, he reminded himself-a young girl's virgin 
snatch. His cock pulsed and the girl's mouth opened in excitement. She was 
breathing heavily, her big breasts heaving. 

"Oooohhh, bitch, I love your hot cunt," he said. "It is so sweet and tight." 

"Mmmmmmmm," she let out as Yancy's hard piston began moving up and down, in 
and out of her tight snatch. 

"Contract your cunt around my dick, honey. Squeeze me." 

"Mmmmm," she said as she began experimenting with her vaginal muscles. She 
found that she could make his dick pulse just by giving it a little squeeze. 
Not only could she make it throb and pulse, but she could heat it up. She 
loved the way the hot phallus seemed to make her entire pussy glow. 

"Oh, that feels so good, Yancy. I love your prick. Mmmmmm," she let out, her 
big hips rolling, her flanks quivering. The girl's hot breasts crushed 
against Yancy's hairy chest as his weight descended on her. He felt their 
bodies stuck together by a moist layer of sweat. It seemed unreasonable that 
he was in possession of such a beautiful young girl. Yes, a girl with a 
woman's body, and so eager to please him; he could sense that. She cupped 
her big breasts and fed them up to his hungry mouth. 

"Mmmmm, baby, have you ever had an orgasm?" 

"I think so," she said, referring to a strange tingling feeling that had 
just taken place in her cunt. 

Yancy began doing push-ups on top of Juliann's sweating frame, his dick 
moving in and out with mounting rhythmic heat. 

Soon Juliann was reaching a yelping, gasping peak of pleasure, the---likes 
of which she had not even imagined before. She could not focus her eyes; her 
nostrils flared. She felt totally disoriented as bolts of pleasure tightened 
her spine and made her limbs twitch frantically. 

"Ooohhhh! Yes! YES!" she said, lifting her legs. She locked her ankles 
behind Yancy's back and pushed down, driving his dick deep into her hot 
snatch. She held his cock inside her cunt as her moist female core began 
twitching in spasms of sexual delirium. 

Juliann's orgasm caused her to yelp and cry. Tears rolled down her olive 
cheeks. She dug her nails into Yancy's tender skin as the orgasm peaked 
violently. 

Yancy felt her cunt tighten around his dick and he began to fear losing 
control. He could hold on through the tightness of her cunt, but the sight 
of Juliann's olive-colored breasts bouncing hotly under him was too much. He 
scooped up the sweet love-globes and parted them. He moved his head between 
her breasts and pushed her big tits together on his ears. He was licking at 
the moistness of her cleavage as his dick began exploding in her cunt. 

"Oh, Juliann," he groaned, looking up suddenly so he could gaze into her 
moist eyes as he shot his hot jizz into her virginal snatch. 

The girl's back tightened and she clasped him madly as his orgasm made him 
twitch and moan. He kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth as the 
hot sweet sauce continued to ejaculate into Juliann's very sweet snatch. 

Yancy finished ejaculating in her, but he did not make any attempt to move 
his dick out. He had never experienced such a tight cunt. And he thought 
Rochelle was tight! 

This girl's snatch was as tight as Rochelle's ass-hole. It was strange; 
Juliann seemed too voluptuous to have such an exquisitely detailed cunt. He 
could feel the warm crevices in her moist female tissue. 

His dick pulsed inside her and his spine tightened. 

"Oh, that was absolutely wonderful, Juliann." 

"Yes, I liked that," Juliann said. She began sobbing softly and he comforted 
her, moving them onto their sides so that the weight of his body would no 
longer press against her tender flesh. He sucked and lapped on her nipples 
and she held his head in her hand. "That felt so sweet," she let out softly. 

"Yes it did, Juliann." 

"I hardly felt any pain, and it was all over so quick. It was the most 
beautiful thing that ever happened to me." 

"That's exactly the way I want you to feel, Juliann," he said, stroking 
curly hair from her forehead. Her skin glistened with a layer of sweat which 
Yancy felt compelled to lick off. He moved out of her cunt and turned her on 
her belly. 

"Now perk up your butt," he said, lifting her knees so that Juliann's ample 
buttocks protruded upward. 

Yancy began licking at the cleavage between Juliann's butt cakes. He watched 
the hot jizz ooze out of her cunt as his tongue began working softly on the 
hot button of Juliann's ass-hole. 

A hand came around the girl and palmed her two jiggling breasts. Another 
hand moved under her belly and slid down to the dewy area of her cunt and 
clit. Yancy began massaging her clitoris again, this time while his hot 
tongue delved around her ass-hole. 

Juliann was clearly in ecstasy. Her body danced and gyrated with 
pre-orgasmic heat. Yancy continued to massage her clitoris and lick her 
ass-hole until once again Juliann was a volcano in his arms. He held onto 
her, watching this beautiful young girl in the midst of orgasm. It was a 
sight to see. Her brow arched in an expression of total exquisite pleasure. 
Her mouth popped open; her big breasts seemed to jiggle and quiver. 

"Oh, Yancy," she said. "Yesssssssss!" Her dark lips came up over glistening, 
perfect teeth as her eyes squinted shut. Juliann's orgasm was intense, 
heightened by the way Yancy's tongue darted over the button of her ass-hole. 

"Mmmmmm," she groaned as the pleasure shook her haunches and made her skin 
feel alive with pleasure. She felt Yancy's finger hook into her very tight 
cunt and it inspired still another hot sensation. Juliann felt the orgasm 
mounting. Now that she'd just had a raging orgasm, she felt totally familiar 
with the feeling and she welcomed the terminal heat as it flooded her 
nervous system. 

Yancy felt the girl's voluptuous carriage go limp and at that moment he 
rolled her around onto her back and buttocks. He moved up on her and put a 
knee on either side of her face. Then he sat down with his ass hovering 
above the perky balls of her breasts. He could feel her corkish, taut 
nipples under his hairy ass. He sat down hard on her breasts and they spread 
out sweetly under his butt. He reached down to touch the overflowing globes. 

"Such sweet globes, baby," he said softly, moving his dick close to the 
girl's dark mouth. 

"I want to see your tongue licking on the tip of my prick," Yancy said. 

At first Juliann's eyes opened wide in alarm. She looked at the hard prick. 
It was bigger than any dong she had ever seen before. How could she be 
expected to get such a huge lollipop into her mouth? But after the fuck 
Yancy had just given her, Juliann was willing to do anything he said, 
certainly if it would please him, she mused. She let her tongue whip over 
the head of his prick and was delighted when his entire body responded. 

"Yes!" he let out, cupping her chin softly. 

"Oh, I'm going to pretend it's a lollipop," Juliann said softly before 
taking his dick into her fist. She allowed just the tip to protrude and she 
led this hot, throbbing mushroom to her mouth. She was not content 
tongue-whipping his lollipop now. She wanted to feel the hard tip 
penetrating her. She allowed her fist to move up toward the base of his dick 
as more and more of his hot sausage slid into Juliann's mouth. 

Yancy watched the perfectly-textured, dark lips expand around his 
glistening, smooth shaft. He watched as the girl struggled to get all the 
quivering meat into her. Her nose bumped against his belly as his mighty 
dick descended. 

"Oooohhhhhh, yes!" he moaned, cupping her chin so that he could trace the 
sweet motion of her mouth. 

Yancy began fondling the perfect globes of her breasts. He let his fingers 
tweak the taut buttons that capped them. What a beautiful woman, he thought 
to himself, and just to think that a few moments ago she was just a little 
girl. Yes, a little girl in transition. Yancy had made a woman out of her 
quickly enough, and Juliann had enjoyed every moment of her initiation rite. 
That was exactly what Yancy was hoping for, exactly what he desired more 
than anything else at the moment. 

Suddenly the girl's tongue began fluttering over the tip of Yancy's shaft. 
He moved his hand onto the nape of her neck and directed her head so that 
her mouth would be on a perfect angle for his deep penetration. He moved his 
cock deep into her mouth, resting his balls on her chin. He began to 
ejaculate. 

"Drink it down, baby," he said. 

"Mmmmmmm," she groaned as the hot jizz began coating her throat. She sucked 
it up madly and Yancy began moving his dick out of her mouth. It was still 
ejaculating when he freed it from her lips and a few droplets of hot sauce 
landed on her nose, on her forehead. He smiled and thrust his prick back 
into her mouth before it finished ejaculating. The last few drops went down 
the girl's hot throat. She closed her eyes and licked the sweetness from his 
dick with an ambitious tongue. She felt wonderful. Life was different now; 
everything took on new meaning. At least life was fuller, she thought to 
herself, although she knew she did not fully understand the differences that 
were sure to present themselves. 

Well, for one thing, she was no longer a virgin. That was solid; she was 
glad to get rid of that myth. It was hard to run around having never 
experienced that one essential-ingredient that men made so much about. It 
was a pain in the ass to try to protect oneself from an abstraction. Until 
she experienced getting laid, she had no idea what she was protecting 
herself from. And now that she experienced it, she had no intention 
whatsoever of protecting herself from such a thrilling and wonderful 
pastime. Quite the contrary! 

Of course Juliann knew that it wasn't fucking per se that was excellent. 
Even without experience she had the feeling that Yancy was a good lover. 
Most men would not have been that sweet, that smooth, she thought to 
herself. Yes, she had a real peach. 

She looked up at him as he moved her face out of his crotch. She was 
sweating profusely and hot sauce dripped from her open mouth. He cradled her 
body with his and fondled her big breasts and sweet, creamy, dark-haired 
delta. 

"That was excellent," he said softly. 

She could feel his dick up against her buttocks now. His phallus was soft, 
but it was hardening in little quick jerks. She wiggled her ass softly and 
his dick hardened fully. He snuggled it in her delta, pressing the hard 
shaft against the lips of her pussy. She could feel the heat being emitted 
from his electrical pole. She moaned as he began to stir slightly. 

Yancy put his hands around her hips and arched her buttocks up slightly. 
They were both lying on their sides, but it was not difficult for him to 
lift up her leg and slide his dick between the lips of her pussy. 

The girl was moist instantly. Now that he had taken her cherry he could see 
that the hot bitch inside this virginal creature was loose and hungry. 

"Mmmmm," she groaned as she felt his cock parting the moist female tissues 
of her pussy. 

Yancy pushed in slowly but steadily, letting the first two inches of his 
ding-dong penetrate her cunt. When he saw that she was not in pain, he 
proceeded to push his entire shaft deep into her snatch. Yancy loved the way 
the girl's haughty buttocks felt up against him as he continued to drive his 
hot shaft into her cunt. 

She wriggled and yelped as Yancy's penis continued to thrill her. She knew 
it could be nice, but never like this, never this wonderful. She had never 
felt so close to total fulfillment in her life. 

Suddenly another hot wave of pleasure started mounting in her cunt. She was 
not ready for this. She thought she had already withstood all the joy the 
human body could contain. But this apparently was not the case. Her hot 
snatch contracted tightly around Yancy's prick as waves of terminal joy 
brought the girl closer and closer to ecstasy. She yelped and hissed, her 
full lips coming over glistening teeth. Her dark eyes rolled back in her 
head as the spasmodic jolts of pleasure startled her and struck havoc in her 
nervous system. The girl threw her head from side to side, her auburn mane 
cracking like a wild and crazy whip. The hair spread out in lush curls 
around her as the orgasm continued to drive her to the peak of sexual 
delirium. 

"Ooooohhhhh!" she cried out as the hot walls of her cunt contracted around 
Yancy's pulsing penis. She wanted him to come inside her now and she 
contracted her cunt tightly around him. 

"Oh, now! Now!! " she let out. 

Yancy felt the heat of her twat imploring him to ejaculate. He tried to hold 
back, but her stormy orgasm drove him to release his massive accumulation of 
hot sauce. 

"Oh, yes, Juliann! I love your very sweet cunt," he let out. 

"Mmmmm," she cried. 

Yancy continued to drive it into her forcefully, causing her to yelp with 
passion, causing her to dance with spasmodic heat. 

"Ooooohhhhhh," the woman yelped as orgasmic heat flushed totally in her, 
face, as the joy spread out from her cunt to the rest of her body, making 
her nipples tingle, making her limbs toss and quake. 

"Man, you have a tight cunt," Yancy said with conviction, giving the girl 
obvious praise and admiration. He admired such perfection. She was as 
perfect inside as out. He felt her womb tighten around his dick and he could 
feel the distinct ridges in the girl's cunt. It was a beautiful cunt indeed; 
it was everything that a cunt should be. 

"Baby, that was delightful," he said. "I hope you enjoyed having your cherry 
popped." 

"I can't think of ever having more fun than I had just now," the girl said, 
matching Yancy's conviction. 

They kissed and Yancy moved his dick out of her for a rest. He didn't want 
to push her; he wanted to give it to her slow and steady. There was plenty 
of time. 

They relaxed on Yancy's bed, sharing a cigarette and light conversation. The 
girl was sincerely interested in poetry and asked him if he would read some 
of hers. Of course Yancy promised to someday, and someday soon, he assured 
her. 

After some hot, affectionate petting, the girl assured Yancy that she had to 
leave. She still lived with her parents, she confessed apologetically. Yancy 
told her there was nothing wrong with a young girl living with her parents; 
certainly everyone did that. 

Still, she was apologetic as she kissed him goodbye and prepared to leave. 

Yancy was aware of her problem at once. She wanted to be an adult. She 
wanted nothing more than to be thought of as a person. Well, he would do 
that. Yancy thought of everyone as a person no matter what their age was. He 
would treat her with all the attention and stature afforded to any beautiful 
woman, whatever her age. 

He felt badly after their last kiss, after watching the girl walk out the 
door. The apartment suddenly seemed very empty. Yancy was tired though, and 
he had paper work to do. He found himself taking a shower and clearing his 
head, preparing for some tedious work. He didn't feel badly about this 
though; he felt as though he'd rewarded himself enough and it was time now 
to get down to serious business for a few moments. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Yancy knew that Lillian was a kinky lady, but how kinky he was yet to 
discover. He got a good glimpse of her true kinkiness the following Monday 
morning. Yancy was called into Lillian's office and when he appeared he 
could tell from the look on her face that he was about to receive a lecture. 

"Yancy, you have been teaching some very subversive literature again," the 
woman said, frowning. 

"And what do I owe this reprimand to, Lillian? I thought we had come to 
somewhat of an understanding." 

"You mean you thought your friendship with me would allow you to get away 
with anything, Yancy. I'm sorry, but that is simply not the case. Now I've 
lightened your schedule and I've certainly treated you more than fairly as a 
rule, but there is a limit somewhere to what I will tolerate. Now you said 
yourself that I am very efficient. Please don't stand in the way of my 
efficiency, Yancy; I just wouldn't like it." 

He looked at her and frowned as he lit a cigarette. What was she pissed 
about? It certainly wasn't the literature he was teaching. All he had been 
teaching lately was The Stranger by Camus. Certainly that could be diagnosed 
as subversive, but hardly in any way that would get Lillian in trouble. It 
was recommended reading on many literature lists throughout the country. No, 
that wasn't the basis of Lillian's disfavor. He wondered if she knew about 
one of his students. 

"Are you sure you're telling me what's on your mind, Lillian, and not 
covering something else?" 

She looked at him as if the last thing in the world she would do would be to 
cover something up. But then a raised eyebrow betrayed a hidden motive and 
he insisted on hearing exactly what was wrong. 

"It's just that I know about you and Rochelle," Lillian said. "I heard a 
conversation in the ladies' bathroom on the third floor between Rochelle and 
one of her girlfriends. Needless to say, Yancy, I did not like what I 
heard." 

"Well, we're getting to the bottom of this. So, this isn't about what I've 
been teaching lately. It's about what you think I've been doing. Let me ask 
you something; don't you suppose Rochelle could have implied a lot of things 
without anything haven taken place between she and I? Don't young girls do 
this with teachers very often? I'm sure a lot of your young student 
assistants tell people that they've gotten into your considerably saucy 
jaws, Lillian. I mean, that's just standard for the social behavior of horny 
people. I don't see anything to worry about." 

"Do you mean to tell me that you didn't touch that girl?" 

"I mean to tell you that it's none of your business, but certainly it's 
possible that I didn't, isn't it? I mean, you have no way of knowing other 
than the words of some young and inexperienced girl who's trying to impress 
her peer group. I don't see where that is enough data to incriminate me, I 
mean, unless you want to incriminate me, Lillian," he said, giving her a 
severe look. 

"Oh, Yancy," she said, loosening up, "you know I don't even want to believe 
it." 

"And what if you didn't? Would you hang a morals rap on me? I mean, 
certainly in your days you must have fooled around with at least one 
student." 

Lillian frowned again. Her softness was apparently reassessed because the 
mask she wore now was one of concentrated anger. She was about to curse him 
but then decided to cool it. She didn't want Yancy to know that he was 
blowing her cool. Why should he know that he was upsetting her? It would be 
in her interests, she mused, if Yancy was afraid of her, if he thought that 
she meant nothing to him. 

Actually the opposite was true. Lillian was developing a strong infatuation 
with Yancy. He was manly and yet not too aggressive, sure of himself and yet 
not too pushy. He presented her with an absolute balance of aggression and 
passivity-something she had never before seen in a man. She was indeed 
impressed and that slow-creeping admiration had recently culminated in an 
out and out infatuation. Lillian found herself dreaming at night about this 
hot, studly English teacher. She found herself wanting him all to herself. 
She knew this could not be arranged under normal circumstances. He was too 
good-looking, too popular with all those young moist students. However, 
Lillian, as Chairwoman of the English Department, could certainly use her 
weight to entrap the object of her desires. Yes, Lillian was not above doing 
something of that caliber. In fact, it amused her. If she could turn him 
into a true slave it would please her to no end. It was that specifically 
that she dreamed about. 

Yes, it would be amusing to have Yancy sucking on her toes, licking her 
ass-hole, while she smoked a cigarette and chatted on the phone to one of 
her teacup girlfriends. Yes, it would be amusing to have him serve her with 
total and complete abandon. It was going to be her pet project, she decided 
instantaneously. 

And if she pulled it off it would be a worthy project indeed. Yes, Yancy's 
hot cock was something that pleased Lillian to no end. She was going to make 
it her own, she decided, as well as its owner. 

"I don't want to discuss this any further at the moment, Yancy. However, I 
want you at my house tonight; I want to discuss this with you at great depth 
there." 

"But ... " 

"Not another word now. Please excuse me, I have work to do," she said. She 
turned on her haughty ass and walked directly out of her own office. She 
left him alone in her office. It was a tactic that threw him off totally. 
Yancy sat there smoking a cigarette and wondering what the fuck it all 
meant. Why was she doing this to him? Why was she playing with his head in 
this manner? Could it be that she simply thought of him as a toy? He always 
knew that Lillian had dormant instincts that led toward domination. Was she 
trying to dominate him totally? 

Yes, that was certainly possible, and if it was, she would use her position 
to accomplish her ends. Yancy put out his cigarette as he walked out of 
Lillian's office. He certainly had better things on his mind than to worry 
about Lillian. 

On the way home he thought of how nice it would be to call Rochelle or 
Juliann and spend this evening with his head snuggled between their breasts, 
but alas, he had other things to do this evening. He had Lillian to contend 
with. He did not feel secure enough in his job to ignore Lillian's 
invitation. Of course he had a book published; of course he was a big shot. 
In the meantime, the girl could fuck him up considerably. If he lost his job 
he would get another one teaching soon enough. A famous writer can always 
find work, but it might take a long time. Meanwhile he had an old Jaguar to 
keep up and an apartment to run and tons of bills to pay. He could not put 
himself in jeopardy like that. Yes, he had to show up at Lillian's and he 
had to treat her the way she wanted to be treated; that was the conclusion 
Yancy came to as he coasted the Jaguar to a halt outside his apartment. 

* * * 

The evening with Lillian began with a bang. Yancy was told quite abruptly 
that she wanted to tie him up. 

"What?! " he said. 

"You heard me, Yancy. Let me tie you down to my bedposts and use your big 
cock." 

He did not know if he wanted to be bound and out of control around this mad 
woman. He shook his head negatively, but she coaxed him, her fingertips 
moving slowly onto his cock. 

"I won't bite it, baby, I'll just use it. You won't be sorry." 

Actually, he thought, he should be happy for this opportunity to cool out 
her anger. She was no longer questioning him about Rochelle; that was a good 
thing. He decided to play it with her; if she wanted to tie him up, he would 
risk it. Perhaps the girl was more in control of herself than she let on. 
Perhaps Lillian knew exactly what she was doing. Well, there was nothing to 
do now but find out the hard way. 

"All right," he said, "I guess you're going to tie me up." 

"Let's go inside to the bedroom." Lillian proceeded to bind Yancy to the 
bed, using colorful silk bandanas to secure his wrists and ankles. He found, 
to his amusement, that his prick had grown erect while the woman had been 
fastening him. Yes, in some perverse way it excited him to play along with 
Lillian's kinkiness. In some very peculiar way, the woman surely inspired a 
certain passion in Yancy that no other woman ever triggered. Well, now he 
was going to get to examine that passion. Now he was going to see if it was 
real or not. 

She stroked his dick with soft fingertips until it was fully erect. She 
smiled down at the hard phallus that stuck out of his lap with such brazen 
symbolic power. She lifted his dick high and bent her head down to suck on 
Yancy's hot balls. 

His body tightened as he felt Lillian's hot tongue whipping over the twin 
hairy sacs of his nuts. 

"Oooohhh," he let out, his body struggling against the bandanas that bound 
him. 

Lillian had done a good job. She had been a Girl Scout and learned how to 
make all the knots. 

"Ohhh, I love the taste of your nuts," she said, looking up just long enough 
to throw a shock into him as he stared into her liquid eyes. 

"Oh, baby, that feels nice," he said. He was tempted to touch her, to move 
the curly red hair away from her forehead, but he could not reach her. He 
could only lie back and let the feelings linger as the girl tongue-whipped 
him, as she began sucking him hard and sliding her lips on and off the hard 
shaft of his prick. Yancy liked being tied down, especially if what it meant 
was getting your cock sucked while you sprawled out and enjoyed it. But he 
had the feeling there was more to it. Yes, Lillian was diabolical. She was 
planning something wicked for him, for her delight, he mused. 

Sure enough, just as he was about to shoot hot jizz into Lillian's mouth, 
she contracted her fist around his shaft, stopping him. She withdrew his 
hard phallus from her mouth and looked up. 

"Now you'll serve me," she said as she slid a combed cock ring on his 
slippery phallus. 

Yancy looked down at his hard dick. It was her tool now, her toy. She could 
do whatever she wanted with him. He had no power over himself anymore. He 
was bound helpless, his hard phallus sticking up perpetually due to the cock 
ring. 

"All right, now I'm going to lower my cunt down on you and use that hard 
dick," she let out snappily, her lust mounting. 

Yancy watched as Lillian spread her legs and put a foot on either side of 
him. She began lowering her snatch down and taking his hard dick in her 
hand. She guided the pulsing phallus between the lips of her cunt and 
allowed it to slide slowly into the moist female opening. 

"Ohhhh, I love that," she said, pushing down hard so that his dick moved 
almost all the way into her. But there was room for more penetration. She 
leaned forward, her big breasts falling toward Yancy's face. Then, without 
formality, she pushed down. The girl rotated her hips slowly, throwing her 
head back and sighing. She was delighted at the way his hard cock was moving 
in and out of her. She felt her cunt quiver and quake as Yancy continued to 
jab his dick into her. 

"Ohhhh, give it to me!" she let out. 

"Mmmmm, it's yours," he hissed as her contracting cunt moved back and forth. 
Her hips were a delight to watch, as were the great balls of her breasts 
which bounced and jiggled just out of Yancy's reach. It was sheer torture, 
sheer teasing that he could not caress and fondle those big, generous 
breasts. But alas, he had allowed himself to be tied up. It was part of the 
game and there was no going back on it. 

The woman continued to move up and down on him for about ten minutes, at 
which point her spine tightened with orgasmic waves and hot jolts of 
pleasure caused her contracting cunt to burst in orgasmic joy. The girl 
moaned and groaned as she came. Her head was thrown back. Her high but 
generous breasts shimmied magnificently on her bosom. She was clearly having 
a delightful time. He looked up at her to see her nostrils flare, to see her 
wild, beautiful eyes rolling in her head. Her open mouth puckered and soon 
the orgasm had flushed Lillian's face and made her appear red. 

When the woman was done coming she moved up abruptly and Yancy's hot dick 
slid out of her cunt. 

Yancy had not had an orgasm and Lillian was delighted. She wanted to use him 
for a little while; she wanted to continue this hot play until the need for 
cock no longer troubled her. At the moment, her hungers were too intense to 
be stifled by one orgasm. 

Yancy watched as Lillian left the bedroom. He was all alone, tied down on 
her bed, wondering what was going to happen to him next. 

He wondered if this was when she got crazy. But why suspect that, he 
reflected. So far, nothing concrete indicated that Lillian had anything 
outrageous on her mind. Tying him up and sucking his cock was hardly 
punishment. In fact, he had enjoyed that very much. He hoped whatever was 
coming next was going to be as much fun. 

Lillian was in a truly randy mood as she mixed herself a double vodka tonic. 
She drank it slowly. It pleased her to know that he was bound in the bedroom 
and could not move until she came back for him. She wondered what was on his 
mind. Did he think she was a crazy woman? She laughed to herself. It would 
be amusing to prove him right. It would be amusing to show him how wild she 
could be. Then again, she didn't want to totally scare him. If only she 
could find a man, she mused wistfully, whom she could dominate without 
scaring-what a delight that would be. It seemed hopelessly un---likely, but 
perhaps, just perhaps, he was her man. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Yancy had stumbled home from Lillian's house and fell asleep on his own bed, 
but with his clothes on. He woke up with his dick sticking to his leg. He 
felt dirty and grungy from all that fucking and sucking. It had been a 
particularly insane evening. 

That Lillian, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and conjured her 
sweet lips. He loved the way the corners of her lips turned up when she 
smiled, but alas, she smiled so rarely. Usually her mouth was severe, yet 
she retained her loveliness no matter what her facial expression. The bitch 
was a hot one and Yancy had the feeling he was pleasing her. power over 
himself anymore. He was bound helpless, his hard phallus sticking up 
perpetually due to the cock ring. 

"All right, now I'm going to lower my cunt down on you and use that hard 
dick," she let out snappily, her lust mounting. 

Yancy watched as Lillian spread her legs and put a foot on either side of 
him. She began lowering her snatch down and taking his hard dick in her 
hand. She guided the pulsing phallus between the lips of her cunt and 
allowed it to slide slowly into the moist female opening. 

"Ohhhh, I love that," she said, pushing down hard so that his dick moved 
almost all the way into her. But there was room for more penetration. She 
leaned forward, her big breasts falling toward Yancy's face. Then, without 
formality, she pushed down. The girl rotated her hips slowly, throwing her 
head back and sighing. She was delighted at the way his hard cock was moving 
in and out of her. She felt her cunt quiver and quake as Yancy continued to 
jab his dick into her. 

"Ohhhh, give it to me!" she let out. 

"Mmmmm, it's yours," he hissed as her contracting cunt moved back and forth. 
Her hips were a delight to watch, as were the great balls of her breasts 
which bounced and jiggled just out of Yancy's reach. It was sheer torture, 
sheer teasing that he could not caress and fondle those big, generous 
breasts. But alas, he had allowed himself to be tied up. It was part of the 
game and there was no going back on it. 

The woman continued to move up and down on him for about ten minutes, at 
which point her spine tightened with orgasmic waves and hot jolts of 
pleasure caused her contracting cunt to burst in orgasmic joy. The girl 
moaned and groaned as she came. Her head was thrown back. Her high but 
generous breasts shimmied magnificently on her bosom. She was clearly having 
a delightful time. He looked up at her to see her nostrils flare, to see her 
wild, beautiful eyes rolling in her head. Her open mouth puckered and soon 
the orgasm had flushed Lillian's face and made her appear red. 

When the woman was done coming she moved up abruptly and Yancy's hot dick 
slid out of her cunt. 

Yancy had not had an orgasm and Lillian was delighted. She wanted to use him 
for a little while; she wanted to continue this hot play until the need for 
cock no longer troubled her. At the moment, her hungers were too intense to 
be stifled by one orgasm. 

Yancy watched as Lillian left the bedroom. He was all alone, tied down on 
her bed, wondering what was going to happen to him next. 

He wondered if this was when she got crazy. But why suspect that, he 
reflected. So far, nothing concrete indicated that Lillian had anything 
outrageous on her mind. Tying him up and sucking his cock was hardly 
punishment. In fact, he had enjoyed that very much. He hoped whatever was 
coming next was going to be as much fun. 

Lillian was in a truly randy mood as she mixed herself a double vodka tonic. 
She drank it slowly. It pleased her to know that he was bound in the bedroom 
and could not move until she came back for him. She wondered what was on his 
mind. Did he think she was a crazy woman? She laughed to herself. It would 
be amusing to prove him right. It would be amusing to show him how wild she 
could be. Then again, she didn't want to totally scare him. If only she 
could find a man, she mused wistfully, whom she could dominate without 
scaring-what a delight that would be. It seemed hopelessly un---likely, but 
perhaps, just perhaps, he was her man. 

 SEVEN 

Yancy had stumbled home from Lillian's house and fell asleep on his own bed, 
but with his clothes on. He woke up with his dick sticking to his leg. He 
felt dirty and grungy from all that fucking and sucking. It had been a 
particularly insane evening. 

That Lillian, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and conjured her 
sweet lips. He loved the way the corners of her lips turned up when she 
smiled, but alas, she smiled so rarely. Usually her mouth was severe, yet 
she retained her loveliness no matter what her facial expression. The bitch 
was a hot one and Yancy had the feeling he was pleasing her. 

He was catering to something in her that no one else had ever successfully 
catered to. He was, in many ways, her slave. Yet in other more profound ways 
he was her conqueror. 

Yancy went into the bathroom and looked himself over. He needed a shave and 
a shower. He ripped off the stale clothing and let it fall to the bathroom 
floor. Then he picked up a fresh bar of soap and turned on the shower. He 
let the water run toward cool so that it would revive him. When he felt 
totally refreshed he put on warmer water and washed thoroughly. He rinsed 
with cold water again, feeling totally rejuvenated. He looked down at his 
dick. Lillian had left tooth marks on it. Man, was she one hot bitch, he 
reflected as he stepped out of the shower and began drying himself off. He 
still felt dreamy and somewhat spent, but as he let the towel play over his 
cock and balls he began to think of Lillian's firm, haughty breasts. His 
cock began to harden. Yancy cooled it at once. He put the towel around his 
waist and went on with his early-morning business, ignoring the erection. 

His early morning English class was creeping up on him. If he did not hurry 
and leave he would be late. Yancy ignored the fact that he had not shaved 
around his beard. He stepped out onto the terrace connected to his living 
room and sat there enjoying a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He allowed 
himself a luxurious ten minutes to do this. He'd have to drive like a son of 
a bitch to get to campus on time, but it was worth it. If he didn't have his 
breakfast he would feel like shit all day. 

Yancy started the Jag and took off. He knew how college students were; if 
the teacher was not there when the bell rang, they would very politely 
leave. It was his job to be there and if he wasn't, he could not expect them 
to do their job. He slid around traffic with relative grace. Fortunately the 
rush hour was over, but there were still some build-ups on the highway. 

The Jag wasn't made for slow traffic. It wound aggressively with the clutch' 
down. Yancy didn't like to drive the car slowly. It was made to be opened up 
on a back country road. It was made to glide the driver along at supersonic 
speed with elegance and grace. Yancy blew the horn at a Rambler up front 
tying up the lane. It was being driven by a bouffanted woman who had her 
hands on the wheel firmly and her head bent forwardobviously an amateur, 
Yancy thought to himself. He spared her another blow of the horn and swerved 
around her with ease. He did not like to lose patience with new drivers. 

He got to campus and parked in the faculty lot. Then, with all the bounce of 
a sophomore sprinting to basketball practice, he paced across the campus and 
to his morning English class. 

Yancy was delighted to see Rochelle. She was not only present, but dressed 
in a rather beautiful skirt and sweater. The taut halos of her nipples were 
visible beneath the thin material of her pink sweater. She was sitting down, 
but Yancy knew her pleated skirt did more than reveal her sexy legs. 
Rochelle knew how to wear clothes that set her off completely. 

Yancy was sitting and looking down, preparing the lesson. He had papers 
spread out all over his desk. 

"Yancy." 

He looked up to see Rochelle looking down at him and smiling softly. He 
flushed. What was she doing in front of all the students? 

"Yancy, I have a surprise for you." 

"Rochelle, this is not the place to talk about ... " 

"Yancy, I ,have a new girl for you to try out-a new virgin, and is she ever 
hot for you." 

"Oh?" Yancy said, looking up at Rochelle. He looked around the room. The 
class did not seem to notice that Rochelle and he were talking. His attitude 
changed when he found out why she was talking to him. He was oddly elated, 
almost dizzy. He told her that she should sit down, but thanked her 
graciously for informing him. 

"She has jet-black hair, Yancy, and big black eyes. And wait till you see 
her pretty tits!" 

"Rochelle..." 

"I know, Yancy, this isn't the place. I'm just so excited; I love to please 
you. I couldn't wait to tell you. Is tonight all right?" Rochelle asked. 

Yancy smiled. He had decided the other night to cool everything for a while 
so that Lillian, if she was watching him, would see nothing. But now, now 
that Rochelle was throwing something wild and new up before him, he would 
not play it safe. 

"Tonight will be fine, Rochelle. You know where I live; how about coming 
over with this new girl around nine?" 

"That will be fine," Rochelle said. "Her name is Pamela-Pammy. You'll like 
Pammy a whole lot." 

"Oh? Have I seen her around?" 

Rochelle smiled, looking down at the seating book on Yancy's desk. She 
brought her hand over the book and put her finger down on a card. "Third 
row, sixth seat." 

Yancy looked up. There was a dark-haired girl sitting there all right, but 
there were many students in the way. He could not get a good look. 

"You mean that's her right here in this class?" 

"Yes, I was talking with her in the lunchroom the other day and she was 
telling me what a hot stud you looked like. She said she bet you were the 
best lay in the universe. I'm sorry, Yancy; I just couldn't help bragging a 
little." 

He smiled. It flattered him immensely. 

"Anyway, I told her that you and I were personal friends and I'm afraid I 
even insinuated that we were more. I told her that I would see to it that 
she met you socially. We talked at length after that. Pamela is a virgin and 
she's tired of her virginity. The situation reminded me of another, if you 
recall," Rochelle said with a smile. 

"I certainly do," Yancy said. 

"Anyway, I told her I would try to arrange a rendezvous for the three of us. 
She wants to lose her cherry desperately, Yancy." 

"I'll see what I can do," he said generously. 

Rochelle pouted mockingly. "Yes, do that," she said. 

"Now get back to your seat, young lady. I have to begin this class." 

"Of course." Rochelle turned and walked back to her seat and Yancy made a 
serious effort not to watch the rotation of her buttocks as she walked away. 

"All right, class," he said, getting up and walking to the blackboard. "We 
are now going to discuss The Myth of Sisyphus by Camus. I assume we have all 
read it." 

The class grumbled slightly. Yancy had the feeling that for a change 
everyone did their work. After all, the reading assignment had only been a 
few pages long, but what pages! Camus' brilliant work was easily one of the 
finest pieces of writing anywhere. Yancy enjoyed teaching the great Myth of 
Sisyphus. 

"Here we have a simple parable. Sisyphus is a common person who defies the 
gods and when asked to beg forgiveness, defies them. This defiance is what?" 
he said. He looked around the class. Not one hand went up. Something made 
Yancy call Pamela's name. He moved toward her seat and asked her to stand up 
when she spoke. 

Pamela looked nervous as she rose to her feet. Yancy, who had not even 
noticed the girl before, was suddenly extremely alarmed by her beauty. 
Pamela had a long, lean body, set off by perky, full breasts and girlish 
hips. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt, but this did not hide her earthy 
sexiness. Her black hair was long, falling down to her buttocks. The girl's 
mouth was wide and sensual, her lips dark and full. Her eyes glinted at 
Yancy as she began to speak. 

"I suppose," Pamela said, "that by defying the gods, Sisyphus is exercising 
his free will." 

"Excellent," Yancy said, his eyes widening. So, she was smart as well as 
beautiful. "Yes, that's exactly what Sisyphus was doing. He was exercising 
his will. But do go on, Pamela. Tell us more about this illuminating myth." 

"Well," Pamela said, placing a hand on her hip, "I think that Sisyphus was 
noble to exercise his will. Why, even when the gods gave him that horrendous 
job of pushing a rock up a hill just to have it roll down again-why even 
then he continued to express nothing but inflexible defiance. At no time 
does Sisyphus weaken." 

"Yes, and at the end, Camus instructs us to see Sisyphus as content," Yancy 
said. "What conclusion could be drawn from that?" 

Pamela went on to state that the contentment of Sisyphus was due to the fact 
that he did not betray himself. The gods could take everything from him and 
make him work like a slave, but they could not remove his dignity. That was 
something he chose to retain, and his free choice reigned over all powers in 
the universe. 

"That is precisely it, Pamela. This myth is nothing less than a celebration 
of the human will. The defiance of Sisyphus should be taken as an 
encouragement to all of us. Ultimately no one can control us. We are free 
spirits. We can allow ourselves to be controlled, but that is a choice we 
make. If we choose not to allow control into our lives, we do have the 
capacity to pull it off." 

"May I sit?" Pamela asked, her dark eyes glistening. 

"Of course, Pamela, do sit down. And now class, tell me, why is it that only 
Pamela digested that myth with such precision? Why did the rest of you sit 
there?" 

There was a low murmur. 

"I suggest, class, that many of you could have given me an interpretation of 
this myth. You were afraid to be wrong. I won't have that in this class. I 
enjoy speculation. There is no right and wrong anyway in terms of 
interpretive thought. I want you all to say what's on your minds. Is that 
clear?" 

The class began discussing these remarks among themselves and Yancy allowed 
them to. He wanted them to digest the fact that their spontaneous reactions 
to literature pleased him. 

Yancy went around the room, giving each student a chance to expand upon 
Pamela's interpretation of the Myth of Sisyphus. After a few rows of 
students got to voice their opinions, the bell rang and Yancy instructed the 
class to go on with some more Camus. 

"Now read carefully, because the exam will consist of essay questions. I 
expect you all to be articulate and literate." 

The class filed out, but Pamela and Rochelle stayed behind for a moment. 
Because no one seemed to notice, Rochelle became brazen and led Pamela up to 
Yancy's desk. 

Yancy was having a difficult time trying to pretend that he was reading. He 
was very well aware of the fact that the brunette and the flaxen-haired 
beauty stood before his desk. He looked up. The new girl, Pamela, could not 
have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Her skin had the dewy 
freshness of a baby's. Her body was not yet fully blossomed. It was that 
transition stage from girlishness to womanhood. Yancy grew hungry for the 
taste of her cunt. Yes, there was nothing quite as delightful as the taste 
of a girl's cunt as she allowed herself to become a woman. 

"That was excellent, Pamela. You're a very good student," he said. He turned 
to Rochelle. "And you have intelligent friends; that's saying a lot about 
you." 

Pamela smiled broadly and fidgeted. 

"That was a very enjoyable class, Professor Jensen." 

"My name is Yancy, Pamela. I'm not tight-assed enough to allow you to call 
me 

"Professor." Why that's silly. We're all just people," he said. 

"You don't have to feel funny in front of Yancy," Rochelle said, putting her 
haughty butt down on his teacher's desk. "He's a lovable man, but you'll 
find that out tonight for yourself, Pamela. We're invited to Yancy's house 
this evening at nine." 

Pamela blushed and looked down, but she did not stir. Yancy could sense the 
latent eroticism in this beautiful virginal girl. He told her that he was 
looking forward to seeing the two of them and would prepare some chilled 
wine. 

"I'll bring the pot," Rochelle said. 

"Please, you know I'm a teacher. I have to be cool, at least around here. If 
you're going to talk about things like that, wait until we're in private." 

"Of course," Rochelle said, pouting softly in response to his verbal 
reprimand. 

"She just got enthusiastic," Pamela said, explaining her girlfriend's 
behavior. 

"Well, bring that enthusiasm along with you tonight, Rochelle, and you too, 
Pamela. I'm looking forward to seeing the two of you." 

* * * 

Yancy thought he had it made as he started the engine of the Jag. Lillian 
had not seen him. He was getting off campus without having to deal with her. 
Not that he didn't want to see Lillian; on the contrary, the thought of her 
big, strawberry-capped tits made his dick pulse. But this was not the time 
for Lillian. He wanted to be fresh and vibrant when Pamela's virginal pussy 
was presented to him at nine in the evening. He wanted to have all the juice 
he could contain. 

He put the car in first gear and began sliding out of the teachers' parking 
lot, but before he made the exit, Lillian, who was walking toward him, 
flagged him aside. 

Yancy pulled the Jag up beside Lillian and she bent down and put her hand on 
the driver's door. 

"Leaving kind of early today?" she said. 

"Lots of paper work," he said. 

"Well, not so much paper work that you can't come to my office for a quick 
conference, right?" Lillian said with obvious authority. 

"Of course I can, Lillian," Yancy said. "Good. Why not just repark the car 
and meet me in my office in fifteen minutes." 

"Of course, Lillian," Yancy said, revving the engine and putting the car in 
reverse. He looked behind him and immediately began sliding back to his 
spot. 

Lillian turned and walked into the building which housed her office and 
Yancy realized immediately what had happened. Lillian could see the parking 
lot from the window of her office. She must have been keeping an eye out for 
him. She must have seen him walking in and then waited until he was on his 
way out to stop him. 

Well, he mused, he might as well get used to the fact that Lillian was going 
to use him as a sexual object. He might as well get used to the fact that 
his job at the moment included the task of bringing Lillian great doses of 
pleasure. There were worse things that could happen to a man, he reflected. 
At least she's pretty, he thought to himself. The task would be horrendous 
if she were not, but the way it stood, everything was quite livable. Yancy 
turned off the engine of the Jag, but left the radio on. He pulled a thin 
joint of Columbian reefer out of the glove compartment and lit it. Marijuana 
always enhanced sexual feeling for Yancy. Although he was not a chronic 
user, and in fact an occasional user, he found that marijuana sometimes 
increased the pleasure of having sex. It was for this purpose that he burned 
half the thin joint before extinguishing the cigarette and placing it back 
in the Jag's glove compartment. 

Yancy felt the sweet smoke sinking into his head. He lit a cigarette and 
exhaled lavishly. He looked at his watch. Lillian had said fifteen minutes, 
and only five had passed. That was good; Yancy enjoyed sitting in the 
antique luxury of the Jaguar's cockpit on the butter-soft leather seat, 
looking at the stained walnut dashboard with the detailed instrumentation. 
The car was truly exquisite. They just did not make them with this sense of 
esthetics any more. He had the car for years, since it was new. It no longer 
ran like a new Jag of course, but Yancy would not think of replacing it. It 
was his baby. He pampered it, spending tons of money on its health. This did 
not disturb him. The car was one of Yancy's favorite unwinding devices. It 
was more fun, he mused, than a barrel of psychiatrists. 

When fifteen minutes passed, he got out of the Jag and began to walk to 
Lillian's office. He did not want to walk too fast; he did not want to be on 
time. Fashionably late would be more appropriate when dealing with a bitch 
like Lillian. 

Well, he thought to himself, she's going to tire me down a bit, but one look 
at Pamela's nude cunt and it will be hard as a rock all over. It was on this 
note of self-confidence that Yancy strolled into Lillian's office. He walked 
by the desk and put his hands on her shoulders, lifting her to her feet. 

"Kiss me, baby," he said before covering her lips with his. The girl's 
tongue darted into his mouth and Yancy sucked on it as his hands ran all 
over Lillian's womanly body. 

"I've got to have you right now," Yancy said, taking the words out of 
Lillian's mouth. 

"Mmmmmm," she groaned as he slid his hand under her skirt and began sliding 
under her panties. He had his finger hooked in her pussy within a few 
seconds and was massaging the heat of her female core. His finger moved 
slickly over her clitoris and Lillian parted her legs wide. 

"Suck my pussy, Yancy," she implored. 

Yancy dropped to his knees. The woman was sitting on a wood seat, but even 
though it was not the most comfortable number in the world, it would 
facilitate Yancy's purpose. He spread Lillian's legs with his hands and then 
put the heat of his tongue to the lips of her pussy. 

"Ooooohhhhhh!" she groaned as she felt his hot tongue sink between the lips 
of her sex. He actually penetrated her cunt, wiggling his tongue around 
inside her. 

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, humping furiously. No man had ever sucked her cunt 
quite the way Yancy did. It delighted the living shit out of her. 

Yancy made no further move to undress Lillian, but he did reach up and scoop 
up her big tits. He enjoyed feeling them through the feminine fabric of her 
blouse. He could still feel the high, haughty tits. He could still pinch and 
tweak the perky, corkish strawberry nipples that capped them. 

"Mmmmm," the woman groaned as Yancy continued to tongue-fuck her furiously. 
She was sweating and writhing, her buttocks rotating and growing hot from 
friction as it rubbed against the wooden chair. 

Yancy, as soon as he felt her spine tighten with passion, slid a hot, moist 
finger into Lillian's ass-hole. 

This act seemed to force all the pleasure that was mounting in Lillian's 
body to culminate in a wild, tossing, pitching orgasmic fever. 

"Woooooo!" the haughty red-head yelped as Yancy's penetrating tongue made 
her quivering pussy tingle. He continued to tongue-fuck her and finger-fuck 
Lillian's ass throughout the culmination of her dancing sexual delirium. 

Yancy's cheeks were covered with pussy-dew when at last he moved his head up 
from between Lillian's ample legs. He placed his palms on her thighs and 
looked up at her. Her eyes were dreamy and out of focus. 

"How was that, baby?" he said. 

"Mmmmmmm," was all she could muster. 

"And now, Lillian," he said, getting to his feet and unzipping his pants. 
"Suck on my big lollipop." He whipped out his hard prick and held it just a 
few inches from Lillian's mouth. It took her a moment to focus on it, but 
when she did, her tongue came out and tickled the tip of his dong. 

"Mmmmmm," he groaned, "I like the way you tongue-whip me. I want to see your 
pink tongue working on it," Yancy said. 

Lillian let her tongue dance over the tip of Yancy's prick while he held the 
shaft in his hand and jerked himself off. He moved his free hand onto the 
crown of her head and lifted her so he could look into her sweet eyes as he 
came in her mouth. 

"Oh, suck it down, Lillian. Suck my hot sauce." 

"Mmmmmm," the girl moaned low in her throat. 

"Lillian, use your hot tongue on me." 

Lillian's fluttering tongue began to work crazily as Yancy's prick pulsed 
with terminal heat. He knew he was going to come soon. 

He cupped her chin and held the crown of her head, but he did not drive his 
dick deep into her. Instead he let it rest with the tip just between her 
lips, with her hot tongue working furiously from within. Yancy pulsed. 

"Mmmmmm," he groaned. 

Lillian felt the first pearl of hot jizz between her lips. She continued to 
tongue-whip him as his penis started to throb and tremor with volcanic heat. 
He began ejaculating, the hot jizz literally exploding out of his dick. 
Lillian felt it touch the roof of her mouth and then coat her throat as it 
slid down into her body. She felt his dick suddenly move out of her mouth 
and slide along her cheek. He was still ejaculating and he left a trail of 
glistening jizz on her flushed face. 

When Yancy finally stopped ejaculating, he released Lillian's head and shook 
his dick. A few pearls flew off the tip. 

"Well, Lillian, that was an extremely interesting conference. And now," he 
said, sliding his pants back up, "if you'll excuse me, I have an immense 
amount of paper work to do." 

Lillian did not even focus on him, let alone listen to his words. She nodded 
her head indifferently as he fastened his belt and gathered his gear in 
preparation to exit. 

He kissed her forehead and said goodbye and when she did not respond, Yancy 
turned and walked out of Lillian's private office. 

As miraculous as it was, his dick was still hard as he drove the Jag over 
the highway. Yes, just thinking about Rochelle and Pamela-that lush, 
dark-haired young virgin-made Yancy's dick swell. He was in for an 
interesting evening, he thought to himself. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Yancy was getting nervous as he waited for nine o'clock. He kept closing his 
eyes and conjuring pictures of the two sweet girls. Ah, that young virgin, 
he thought to himself. He was developing quite a taste for young virgins. 
Usually he liked his females to be young and moist, but somewhat 
experienced. Good cock-suckers were what he truly preferred. But lately, 
Yancy was in the mood for inexperienced young female flesh. Yes, that way he 
could teach them his interpretation of how a woman should cater to a man's 
needs. It was always fun to teach a girl how to be a woman, how to please 
like a woman. Yancy was really in the mood for breaking in this new hot 
bitch, this sweet, flaxen-haired Pamela. 

He sat smoking on the balcony, not looking at his watch. There were three 
bottles of vintage French wine in the ice-bucket that decorated the living 
room coffee table. Yancy knew the young girls would be impressed by this; 
young girls were so easily pleased, he told himself, lighting a cigarette. 

A little while later the bell rang and Yancy buzzed in the two beautiful 
females. 

Both Pamela and Rochelle were wearing tight jeans, only Pamela wore a loose 
sweatshirt while Rochelle wore a tight blouse. Pamela was definitely an 
earthy bitch; yes, she lacked make-up, but also lacked the need for it. Her 
sweet, glistening skin was moist and supple, and not wearing make-up or 
having teased hair gave her a warm virginal quality. 

Yancy invited the girls in and immediately poured them heaping glasses of 
wine. He went through his professorial routines, entertaining them with 
time-tested jokes based on the classics of literature: He knew this would 
entertain their intellectual sides. As far as their animal sides, Yancy was 
prepared to entertain those too. 

Fortunately Rochelle took it upon herself to act as mediator. She lubricated 
the process of seduction by telling Pamela to take off her clothes and get 
comfortable. 

"Yancy won't mind if you're nude, Pamela. In fact, he---likes the sight of a 
pretty nude girl, isn't that right, Yancy?" 

Yancy nodded. 

Rochelle, in order to facilitate things, got to her feet and immediately 
began sliding out of her clothes. 

"Yancy, why don't you undress too so Pamela will feel more comfortable." 

Yancy did not have to be convinced. He got to his feet and whipped off his 
clothes. He threw them around the room indifferently. He sat down on the 
couch totally nude. 

Pamela did not budge, but then Rochelle walked up to her and sat beside her. 
She told Pamela to raise her arms and as soon as the girl did so, Rochelle 
pulled the sweatshirt off her. 

When Pamela's perky breasts popped into sight, Yancy almost gasped out loud. 
The hot female globes were perfect. They were generous, but set high on her 
bosom and the nipples faced out proudly-up and out. They were the perkiest 
tits Yancy had ever laid eyes on, and capped by the sweetest taut nipples. 

"Don't be embarrassed, Pamela. Now stand up and let me slide your jeans 
off." 

Pamela seemed to be somewhere else, but she did cooperate with Rochelle's 
instructions. She got to her feet. 

Rochelle undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. Then she had 
Pamela sit down so she could pull the legs of the jeans off. 

Pamela was still wearing a dark blue pair of panties, but Rochelle did not 
make any attempt to remove them. Instead she looked at Yancy. 

"Take her, Yancy, she's yours. I won't interfere. I want her to enjoy losing 
her cherry as much as I enjoyed losing mine." 

Yancy smiled, then turned from Rochelle to Pamela. The girl looked slightly 
frightened, but oh, so sensual. 

"Come sit beside me on the couch, Pamela," Yancy said. 

Rochelle assisted Pamela who seemed somewhat shaky on her feet. Soon the 
flaxen-haired beauty was lounging beside Yancy. 

He threw an arm over her girlish shoulder and pulled her toward him. He 
cupped her chin and led her full lips to his. 

"I'm going to kiss you now, Pamela. I want to suck on your tongue." 

Yancy's lips covered Pamela's and as the girl moved her tongue into his 
mouth he began to suck hard. While he was doing this he moved his hands over 
her lush, perky breasts. His hand dropped to the tops of her legs and he let 
it nestle softly over Pamela's black-haired bush. One finger slid down to 
manipulate the girl's clitoris, but softly, delicately, so that she barely 
felt it. 

Pamela closed her eyes as she gave herself fully to the kiss she was 
receiving. It was so sweet to have his hot mouth on hers, to have his hands 
roaming over her body. This was the first time a man had ever touched her 
cunt. Yes, he'd slid right under her panties and was playing with the lips 
of her pussy. He allowed a moist finger to slide in slightly. He felt 
incredible tightness, and shortly he came to her maiden's wall. His prick 
pulsed as he thought about how tight her young snatch would prove when he 
finally stuck his cock in it. 

"Pamela, I'm going to put my lollipop in you, but first I want you to kiss 
it," Yancy said. 

Before Pamela knew what was happening, he slid the two of them into a 
sixty-nine position. Yancy lifted one of Pamela's legs and moved his head 
between her crotch. He placed his mouth down on her cunt and began sucking 
her. As he did this he situated his dick so that she would have no trouble 
sucking on it. He moved it close so that the very tip grazed her lips. 

Pamela knew from the way that he was moving that he wanted her to put his 
cock in her mouth. She had always been afraid of that. All her life the 
thought of sucking on a man's penis had made her nervous. 

But now he was treating her so wonderfully and charging her cunt with such 
hot bolts of joy that she felt a positive hunger for this hot male phallus 
that wavered before her. She let the very tip part her lips and soon her hot 
tongue was moving softly over his prick. 

"Mmmmm," he groaned, tightening his arms behind her back. He pressed her hot 
frame toward him. 

Pamela fluttered her tongue over the head of Yancy's prick and loved the way 
his entire body tightened in response. She scooped his hot balls into her 
palm and began massaging them as she sucked his cock. 

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, continuing to tongue-fuck the hot virgin. His tongue 
could feel her maiden's wall. Soon his dick would part that tight snatch, 
but not yet, he thought to himself. First he must give her a sound sucking. 

Yancy cupped the balls of Pamela's buttocks and pushed her cunt flush with 
his tongue. He lapped and licked furiously as Pamela's spine tightened. 

. This was the first orgasm of her life. She felt the pulsations of heat, 
the jolts of electricity, attack her crotch and spread through her nervous 
system. Her nipples tingled and her cunt was absolutely on fire as Yancy's 
tongue continued to penetrate her. 

The girl's mouth was now sliding softly on his prick as she lifted her head 
and then lowered it over and over and over. She was loving the act of 
sucking cock now. She had no idea it could be so sweet. 

"Mmmmm," he groaned as he felt the hot bitch go into convulsions of ecstasy. 
That dancing, delirious body kicked and bucked, quaking as Yancy continued 
to suck Pamela's cunt. 

Pamela's orgasm was driving her crazy. She never knew her body was capable 
of such an extremity of pleasure. It seemed positively lethal. As the 
pleasure jolted and twitched through her body she sucked Yancy's cock with 
extreme passion. When the hot jizz began erupting into Pamela's mouth, she 
felt only hunger. She sucked it up greedily, continuing to massage his balls 
as he ejaculated in her mouth. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as the hot sauce slid down her throat. She could still 
feel his tongue licking at the button of her clitoris. She could still feel 
the enveloping afterglow-the residue of her intense orgasm. 

She felt totally exquisite. 

Yancy's dick moved back out of the girl's hot mouth. He sat up on the couch 
and encouraged her to do the same. He cradled her in his arms. Her sweating 
body was soft and slippery, but oh so sweet. She had droplets of jizz in the 
corners of her mouth. He wiped them away with his fingertips. 

"That was perfect, baby, perfect. You're going to make one hell of a lover; 
I can tell that already. Now I'm going to give it to you where you need it 
the most." 

"Ooohhh," Pamela groaned as she felt her back hit the couch, as she felt her 
legs being raised. 

Yancy moved into a mounting position. He lifted her legs high and began 
massaging her clitoris and pussy with the tip of his ding-dong. 

When he felt her cunt achieve maximum slipperiness, Yancy pushed the very 
tip of his dick between her twat lips. 

"Oooohhhh," the girl let out, her mouth opening and her lips quivering. 

Yancy assured her that she would feel nothing but pleasure after a brief 
second of pain. 

Pamela arched her brows. It hurt even now, and he was barely inside her. 
What a big prick he had, she thought to herself. She began to get 
frightened. What if he really hurt her? 

"Mmmmmm," she groaned as Yancy pushed his dick a little deeper into Pamela's 
cunt. 

Rochelle got herself in the perfect position to watch. This was truly 
exciting. The girl found herself placing a finger on her pussy and 
masturbating softly as she watched the virgin Pamela taking cock from her 
hot lover. 

Yancy pushed deep into her cunt. She would never be a virgin anymore. He 
felt her extremely tight oven contract violently around his prick. The 
girl's eyes opened wide and her mouth popped open as Yancy's prick pushed 
deep into her. 

He moved softly, but with mounting rhythm, sensing the girl's evaporating 
pain and approaching pleasure. 

"Oh, Pamela, your cunt is ridged so nice. I love the tight sweetness of your 
pussy, baby," he said, pushing the dark, flaxen hair away from the girl's 
face so he could watch her lips contort with pleasure. Her eyes glistened 
with lust. 

"Ohhhhh, Yancy," she groaned before his lips covered hers. Then she could 
say no more. 

Yancy's hot prick continued to move in and out of the sweating girl's cunt. 
Finally he lifted himself up on his extended arms so that he could watch her 
quaking, quivering body as he fucked her with precise skill and animation. 

Yancy finally relaxed enough to put one hand under the girl's very tight 
buttocks. He lifted her pussy to his driving cock. He was tempted to touch 
her dancing breasts, but preferred to leave them free. The sweet globes were 
a thrill to watch as they shimmied and jiggled on her bosom. Yancy continued 
moving his dick in and out of her hole until the heat and tightness drove 
him into sexual abandon. 

"Ooooohhhh, I'm coming in your hole, honey! I'm going to shoot in your tight 
pussy now," he moaned as the hot sauce began ejaculating into her. 

Pamela had never felt male liquid passion against the walls of her pussy 
before. The feeling ignited her, made her tingle with electrical turmoil. 
She felt her own orgasm triggered-and it was her first-ripping through her 
nervous system exquisitely. She now knew that all the hot flashes she had 
felt in the past were not true orgasms. This, what she was experiencing now, 
was the real thing. It was like fire-joyful, sweet, ecstatic, purging fire. 
She gasped and quivered. Her limbs tossed. Her body went into a frenzy of 
involuntary motions as the passion sent sparks of exquisite sexual torment 
throughout her limbs. 

When finally Pamela's orgasm ceased, the girl was weeping softly. The man 
was inert above her, his prick softening slightly, but still nestled into 
the tightness of her cunt. 

"Mmmmmm," he groaned. He was breathing heavily. He could smell the sweetness 
of sweating femininity under him. His hand still caressed the twin buns of 
her buttocks and he fondled them softly. 

"Yancy, that was marvelous," Pamela said, exhaling emphatically. 

"Yes," he let out. He rolled the two of them onto their sides so that his 
weight would not come down heavily on Pamela's tender body. 

"That was great," Rochelle said. "Absolutely great. I got horny just 
watching it and now I hope you'll reward me, Yancy, for taking care of your 
needs so splendidly." 

Yancy turned to Rochelle. Her clothes did little to hide that sweet body, he 
thought to himself. And naked she was even more of an angel. She cupped her 
breasts and pushed them toward Yancy's lips invitingly. 

"Come lie down with us, Rochelle, and I'll take care of you too." 

* * * 

Rochelle thought she was being very patient and considerate throughout this 
entire episode. In fact, she felt like it was about time Yancy started to 
pay her back for all the pleasure she was providing him with. Yes, she 
wanted some hot male ass and she wanted it quickly. Watching Pamela lose her 
cherry inspired Rochelle to masturbate, and the girl was getting too hot to 
ignore the passion that was flooding her pussy. 

Yancy knew this very well. As he lounged smoking a cigarette, he looked from 
Pamela to Rochelle. What a difference in attitudes, he told himself. Pamela 
looked totally spent, glazed over with pleasure, while Rochelle was almost 
totally on edge. Yancy's duty was clear. He had to straighten the hot 
brunette out. He had to show his appreciation for what she had done for him. 
This was the second time that a young virgin was in his path. The girl 
deserved to be adored, to be worshipped for her great deeds. Yancy was not 
the type of man to let a woman's efforts go unrewarded. 

Yancy suggested that they go out onto the terrace. Night had fallen and it 
would be impossible for anyone to see clearly what they were doing out 
there. He had a hammock on the terrace, although it had to be strung between 
two posts. But Yancy saw that job as relatively minor in comparison to where 
it would get him. He strung the hammock quickly as the two girls watched, 
amused. Pamela, actually, was more indifferent than amused. She watched, but 
with lazy eyes, her body feeling limp as she lounged in the beach chair that 
decorated Yancy's terrace. The girl watched with mounting curiosity. She 
knew that Yancy would not go through the trouble of putting up a hammock 
unless he intended to use it for some exotic purpose. Well, he certainly had 
an imagination; Pamela knew that very well. She also knew that Rochelle was 
the one that would receive his favors now, and why not? She had already 
received enough of them. She looked at her brunette girlfriend, Rochelle. It 
seemed like just moments ago that they were discussing the possibility of 
going to see Yancy. Pamela remembered the excitement she had felt when 
Rochelle made that suggestion. She had a hard time believing that Rochelle 
was capable of pulling something like that off, but when she called the 
girl's bluff, Rochelle seemed pleased. And at that point, Pamela knew she 
was in for some hot experience. 

"Rochelle, baby, why don't you stretch that sweet female flesh out on my 
hammock?" Yancy said. 

Rochelle looked at him. He had none of that pedantic quality about him that 
other teachers seemed infected with. Rather, he was just a person, but what 
a person! What a man! She got up and jiggled her nude flesh into the 
hammock, enjoying the weightless feeling as she put her head back and Yancy 
began rocking her. 

"Mmmmmm, does that ever feel nice!" the girl said, feeling a cool, 
refreshing breeze blow through the ropes. She looked up at the stars. It was 
a clear night and the moon was full. Enough light was shed upon the terrace 
to enjoy the sight of Yancy's hard, glistening dick aimed at her cunt. 

"You are one sweet bitch, Rochelle. I hope I don't live long enough to 
forget it," Yancy said, throwing his cigarette off the terrace as he palmed 
his dick and began massaging it to make it totally stiff. He ran his hands 
over the floating girl's taut female flesh, caressing her inner thighs, 
moving up over her taut belly to fondle her perfectly splendid breasts. He 
tweaked her corkish nipples and they hardened quickly. The girl looked at 
him with moist, lustful eyes. He always found himself affected by Rochelle's 
wide hazel orbs-so pretty, so sexy. 

"How do you want it, Rochelle? You're the boss on this shot," Yancy said. 

Rochelle giggled. Then she began moving off the hammock. She sat up and then 
turned around. Then Rochelle moved back down on the hammock, but this time 
perpendicular with her buttocks raised high, her legs and breasts dangling 
off the strong ropes. She wiggled her butt and turned around. "Give it to me 
backwards, lover. I want to feel your hard dick in my cunt from the rear." 

That, as far as Yancy could see, was more for his benefit than hers. He 
absolutely adored the feeling of her bouncy buttocks under his driving dick. 
He moved into a mounting position and poked his cock around her hungry cunt, 
but before penetrating her, Yancy dropped to his knees and began licking at 
her ass-cakes. The perky balls were perfect. He bit her left rump, leaving a 
purplish mark. Then he began lapping at the cleavage between her rump cakes. 
His tongue moved over the button of her ass-hole and then over the lips of 
her pussy. His finger played with her clitoris while his tongue continued to 
whip over her cunt's hungry lips. 

When Yancy was contented with the way the girl was yelping and bucking, he 
pulled his head out of her ass cleavage and once again moved into a mounting 
position, but this time he was serious. This time there was no stopping his 
hard dick from sinking into her moist, ready vagina. 

Rochelle groaned as the heat of Yancy's penis pierced into her womb. She 
felt the thick shaft parting the lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and 
winced. It was the most exquisite pleasure she had ever felt. She gasped and 
panted as one of his arms moved under her and settled across her breasts. 
Her huge, bouncing globes jiggled over his arm. His hot cock continued to 
move up and down, in and out of her. He was going like a piston, driving the 
hot brunette crazy with his magnificent rhythm. He continued massaging her 
clitoris and fondling her breasts as his dick moved in and out of her. Those 
lush butt cakes quivered magnificently under his driving manly force. 

"Oh, fuck me! Oh, I need that big cock inside my cunt!" Rochelle groaned. 

Pamela watched this entire ferocious episode with detached amusement. Her 
cunt still dripped jizz and she was not exactly hungry at the moment. But it 
was so much fun to watch them fuck! She tried to imagine all the different 
ways in which a man and a woman could perform intercourse. Surely there were 
methods she hadn't dreamed of yet. Her realm of experience was just 
beginning and was it ever due, Pamela mused, smiling wickedly. 

Yancy groaned as the girl's big tits jiggled in his grip. He loved the sweet 
scent of Rochelle's sweating femininity. He licked at the short hairs on the 
nape of the girl's neck, then kissed the tender, perspiring flesh. She 
wiggled, her ass jiggling madly and Yancy felt his dick pusle. 

"Mmmmmm, baby, you tell me when you're ready." 

"Oh, give me that hot sauce, Yancy. I want to feel your dick jerking in me." 

The girl tightened her cunt insanely around Yancy's dick. He could feel her 
quivering female flesh contract and he had a hard time holding on through 
it. He didn't want to ejaculate until the girl was fully animated and 
dancing with her own orgasmic heat. Then, in the midst of her passionate 
storm, Yancy would let go. Then, and not before. 

He drew himself up slightly and perfected the angle of penetration by 
arching her buttocks back. Now he had his palms on her haunches and he drove 
his dick in with piercing precision. 

She started to yelp and wriggle. Her mouth and eyes popped open with 
excitement and she made soft inaudible noises. Yancy heard her sobbing and 
knew she was approaching orgasmic storm fields. He continued clasping her 
haunches and digging his dick into her cunt even as her dancing took on an 
utter madness, even as her orgasmic heat culminated and she yelped in a hot 
frenzy. 

Only then did Yancy allow his dick to begin ejaculating. He felt the hot 
orgasmic spasms of her cunt and each contraction enhanced his own orgasm. 
His hot sauce spurted against the walls of Rochelle's young pussy. He held 
her tight now and dug ferociously into her, his prick exploding. 

When the orgasm peaked and began sliding into the past, the two of them 
remained clamped together, Yancy's manly frame resting on the girl's tender 
young flesh. They were sweating heavily and breathing deeply. 

Pamela found herself stroking her pussy, but not hungrily. Rather, it was 
instinct at this point. 

Yancy looked up at the flaxen-haired beauty and noticed that she had her 
hand over her cunt. He smiled. "Still hungry?" he said. 

Pamela's smile was vacant but she nodded her head affirmatively. 

"Well, give me a bit of a rest and I'll see what I can do for you," Yancy 
promised. 

Pamela gasped. Was it possible he was going to give her that sweet male 
stick one more time? 

* * * 

They were giggling as they soaped each other up in the shower. Although the 
stall was small, the three of them seemed to fit nicely and even 
comfortably. Yancy was sucking on Pamela's breasts and had one hand over her 
cunt. His other hand massaged Rochelle's cunt and the two of them squirmed 
and wriggled, competing for their stud's hot prick. 

Rochelle, somewhat exhausted from the stiff fucking she had just received, 
allowed Pamela to win the competition. Soon Pamela was on her knees in the 
shower, her hot tongue fluttering over the tip of Yancy's shaft as she held 
it firmly in her hand. 

Yancy moved the wet flaxen hair off the girl's face so he could watch her 
high cheekbones, her full, lush, sweet mouth. She sucked him hungrily, and 
within a few moments he was totally hard and ready to give it to her. 

Yancy waited until the three of them were well-rinsed, then he lifted Pamela 
into his arms and carried her out of the shower. 

Rochelle lingered in the shower stall. She set the water on warm and closed 
her eyes, pretending she was in a tropical rain forest. She had no further 
interest in getting laid this evening. Tomorrow was another day. On the 
other hand, she knew that her girlfriend, Pamela, was experiencing all this 
for the first time and was probably still horny. Just as well, she thought 
to herself; let Yancy fuck her little brains out. 

Yancy was preparing to do just that. He placed Pamela down on his bed and 
moved beside her very quickly. He covered her with his body, his dick 
sliding into her flaxen-haired delta. He massaged her clit and pussy with 
his hard cock, his hands scooping up her big tits and guiding the nipples to 
his lips. What a sweet bitch, he thought to himself. Not a virgin anymore, 
but that was due to him. She was pure for him, because it was his dick that 
had penetrated her first. He kissed her and moved his hand under Pamela's 
haughty buttocks. He fondled the sweet symmetrical globes tenderly while 
sucking her tongue into his mouth. 

Within moments Pamela's hand moved down his belly and found his dick. She 
guided the hot, piercing tip of his dick to the moist lips of her pussy. 

"You're learning fast," he said to her as she spread her legs wide and 
lifted them. She began rotating her hips, bumping and grinding, and Yancy's 
hard prick slid into her cunt slightly- 

When he looked down, the very tip of his penis had disappeared into her 
opening, and that was only the beginning. She was rotating in circles now, 
her body rising to take in more and more of his hard cock. 

Yancy knew what she wanted very well, and instead of making her work for it, 
he pushed down, his hard dick sinking all the way into Pamela's moist young 
snatch. 

"Oooohhhhh shit!" the girl yelped, feeling the full, forceful penetration of 
Yancy's hard whang. She tightened her cunt around the throbbing shaft and 
continued to enjoy his deep rhythmic penetration. 

Yancy gave it to the lush, tender, flaxen-haired beauty with precision until 
he felt her body tighten in spontaneous bolts of lightning. He massaged her 
clit while fucking her pussy and soon she was heaving furiously, deeply 
enveloped by wave upon wave of pounding passion. The orgasm made the girl 
dance frantically. 

"Oh, give it to me, Yancy! I love that hard cock!" 

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, feeling her pulsing cunt tighten around his shaft. 

The girl's orgasm was fantastic. Her sweet, silky, sensual carriage jerked 
and twitched and Yancy clasped onto her haunches, securing himself to the 
bucking female flesh. His hot explosion began immediately. 

"Mmmmmm, I love the way you fuck, baby." 

"Oh, Yancy! I love your big hard cock!" she said as it pulsed sweetly into 
her warm vaginal opening. 

Yancy stiffened as his pulsing dick shot deep in her hole. It felt wonderful 
to be on top of all this quivering, panting female flesh. 

The three of them sat in a circle in the living room, their bodies spent. 
They lounged casually on the thick fuck rug. 

"What an evening!" Pamela said. 

"Yes, Pamela. You managed to do away with your superfluous virginity. You 
have entered the world of experience," Yancy said to her. 

"Yes, and let me tell you it's a relief," Pamela said. 

They all giggled and Yancy poured another round of wine. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Yancy was amazed to walk into his afternoon English class the next day and 
find Lillian sitting at his desk. 

"Hi," he said, trying to act as if nothing was unusual. "How are you?" 

"I'm all right, Yancy, except I have this burning itch deep in my cunt," she 
said, whispering in his ear. "You're going to have to cancel your class and 
come along to my office." 

He looked at her with disbelief. This was highly uncharacteristic, or at 
least it detracted from her image of efficiency. He was surprised that she 
would reveal her hunger to him in this way. 

"Well, you're the boss," he said. 

"Exactly," Lillian said with a smile. 

Yancy took a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard: Class will not be 
held today. He then walked up to Lillian and sat down on the hard wood desk. 

The class began discussing the situation among themselves, and within a few 
moments the classroom was emptied out, eagerly. 

"Well, I must say I'm surprised at this behavior," Yancy said as he and 
Lillian walked toward her private office. 

"Don't let anything I do shock you, Yancy. I do as I please around here," 
she said with over-authority. 

"I'll try to remember that," he said softly, almost sarcastically. 

"See that you do. If I want to cancel a class and screw the teacher, I just 
do it, plain and simple. Nobody questions me," Lillian said in a haughty, 
arrogant tone. 

When they got to Lillian's office, she rather surprised Yancy by making a 
strange request. 

"I want you to dominate me, Yancy." 

"What?" 

"You heard me. I want to be dominated; that is, if you've got the balls." 

He looked at her curiously as she produced from her desk drawer a handful of 
silk kerchiefs. 

She handed them to Yancy. 

"Here. Tie me up with these and fuck the shit out of me. Use me, Yancy. Use 
me for your own pleasure. Humiliate me," Lillian suggested. 

Yancy could hear the challenge in her tone, the demand in her statement. He 
felt his prick bulging. Every male member of the faculty probably had wet 
dreams about dominating Lillian and here he was getting the chance. It was 
as though he had stepped into the midst of a fantasy. 

"What if somebody comes to the door?" he said. After all, they were on 
campus. 

"Fuck them," Lillian snapped. "What do I give a shit?" She went over to the 
radio and turned it on. She had a classical station tuned in and made it 
loud enough so that the sounds of moaning and groaning would not be heard 
outside. 

"But they'll know we're here. If someone comes to the door they will ... " 

"Fuck them," Lillian repeated in a level voice. "Fuck 'em all. Now how would 
you like to tie me, Yancy? Would you like me to put my hands behind my back 
so you can bind my wrists?" 

Yancy had a better idea. He told Lillian to undress while he looked around 
the office for suitable props. 

There was a hook on the wall close to the ceiling. It hung uselessly now, 
but Yancy could see that it had once housed a pipe brace. Yancy smiled as 
the idea culminated in his head. He projected a picture of Lillian, her arms 
tied over her head, her big breasts pushed forward. Yes, it was a sweet 
picture. 

Yancy tied a few of the silk kerchiefs together and threw them over the 
hook. The two ends hung down long enough for him to tie her wrists with. 

"Come over here, baby," he said to the now-naked red-head. 

Lillian saw what was on his mind and smiled. So, he did have a touch of the 
devil in him. How exciting, she thought as she allowed herself to be 
positioned for bondage. 

Yancy fastened Lillian's wrists to the silk. The hook was high enough to 
pull her entire body taut and make her stand on her tip-toes. Her long, 
stalky legs looked exquisite pulled taut as did her flat stomach and 
generous breasts. 

"What a hot bitch you are, Lillian," Yancy said, cupping her chin and having 
her look into his eyes. " 

"I'm your slave," Lillian said with uncharacteristic servitude inherent in 
her voice. 

Yancy nodded affirmatively. "That's true, bitch," he said. He scooped her 
curly red hair behind her back and fastened it there with a rubber band. 
That way it would make a nice handle if he decided to put his prick in her 
mouth. It would also keep her curly red mane from abstracting her pretty 
face as Yancy dominated her. 

Her buttocks and back were up against the cool wall as she remained 
suspended from the hook. Her arms lifted high over her head, her breasts 
jutting out. 

Yancy pinched and tweaked the tips of Lillian's breasts, hardening the 
strawberry nipples. He bent down and licked at the tight buttons. 

"Mmmmm, you taste like candy, Lillian," he said, letting his tongue flutter 
hotly over her tits. He moved his tongue through her deep, moist cleavage. 

"You're such a hot, milky bitch," he said. "I love your big tits." 

"What can I do for you, master? How can I serve you?" the woman said. Her 
eyes were wide open and moist. He had never seen Lillian looking subjugated 
before. The sight of her pleased him. His prick throbbed. 

Yancy took off his pants and shoes. He thought of it as rather silly to get 
undressed on campus, but he nevertheless found himself taking off his shirt 
and even his socks. He moved toward the bound woman and nestled his dick 
between her legs. He put his hand around her shoulder, moving slowly down 
the small of her back to the perky balls of her buttocks. He fondled her 
butt cakes as he slid his dick in and out of her delta. He could feel her 
hot pussy lips grazing against his dick. 

Yancy moved away from Lillian suddenly. He bent down and clasped his palms 
around her ankles. Then he lifted her legs high so that she was suspended 
completely from her arms. He very quickly put his muscular arms under her 
legs, thereby taking the weight off her arms. Her hot pussy was now aligned 
with his pulsing prick and Yancy moved in slowly. 

He allowed his dick to poke around the lips of her pussy for a moment. 

Lillian's eyes opened wide. She began bumping and grinding her hips. She 
wanted his dick in her very badly. 

"Oh, please give it to me," she said. 

"When I'm ready," Yancy said, allowing his cock to move over the sensitive 
button of her clitoris. But he made no attempt to penetrate her cunt. No, he 
would make her wait until she absolutely needed it, until she could not live 
without it another second. Then he would dig his hard phallus into her moist 
female opening. 

Lillian's body shook and tossed and her big breasts jiggled on her milky 
bosom. Yancy watched her hot tits dance as he continued massaging her clit 
with his prick. 

Finally he could no longer stand not being in her cunt. He let his phallus 
slide into her slowly, first the tip, then the entire hot manly shaft. 

"Oooooooohhhhh, yes!" Lillian hissed, her lips tightening and pulling over 
sparkling teeth. Her eyes squinted shut and her nostrils flared as Yancy's 
hot cock pounded into her with rhythmic insanity. The woman yelped and Yancy 
had to cover her mouth. 

"Shhhh, bitch, somebody will hear you." 

"Ooohhhh, give it to me. Give me that hard prick, Yancy," she yelped loudly. 

Yancy was glad that the music was on. If somebody could hear her yelling, 
which was---likely, at least they would not hear what it was she was 
yelling. They could say they were rehearsing a play he had written. Sure, 
what the hell, if anybody asked. Anyway, who would ask Lillian? Her power in 
the department was absolute. 

"Oooohhhh, Lillian, I love that tight cunt." 

"Mmmmm," she said, contracting her twat tightly around Yancy's prick. She 
loved the way he descended deep into her hole. She loved the way his pulsing 
dick throbbed as he pushed it into her. 

"Baby, I love your big tits," he said. He was holding her up with one hand 
under her now, his other hand moving up to fondle and caress the lush, hot 
globes of her breasts. He pinched the taut nipples, then ran his fingers 
over the smooth, milky flesh of her tits. 

"Yancy, oh, Yancy, I'm your slave. Use me, Yancy. Oh, let me worship that 
hot penis." 

"Mmmmm," he groaned as he felt the woman become delirious under his force, 
as he felt her quivering frame begin to quake with orgasmic heat. She was 
coming. He could tell by looking at her rolling eyes, her hissing lips. 

"Oh, bitch, dance for me." 

"Yeeeeeeeee," she groaned. Her mouth popped open and her eyes were suddenly 
widening. She threw her head back and it made her hair spread out 
frantically. As the rubber band broke, her lush red mane suddenly sprang 
free, falling over her shoulders, falling straight down to the lush caps of 
her tits. 

Yancy's prick continued moving in and out of her as she came, and soon his 
own orgasm was upon him. Her tightening, quaking cunt triggered his hot 
explosion and all he could do was let it happen. The hot male sauce spurted 
out of Yancy's prick and coated the walls of Lillian's very tight snatch. 

"Oh, give it to me, bitch!" he said as the last few drops of jizz spurted 
into her cunt. 

Lillian shook and throbbed and soon Yancy was moving his own body down and 
allowing the woman to touch her feet to the floor. 

He had to pull out of her and step back. He looked at the bound red-head. 
Her cunt was oozing hot jizz and her entire body was covered with a 
glistening layer of passionate sweat. 

"That was miraculous, Lillian. That was absolutely fine." 

"I'm glad it pleased you, master." 

The word "master" made his prick quiver. He looked at her, finally allowing 
himself to give in to the role she had given him. Of course he knew that she 
was actually dominating him; she had suggested his role as master and was 
now making sure he played it well. It was all for her amusement, but alas, 
it was for his amusement too and he had the feeling it would place him on 
even more intimate grounds with the haughty red-head. 

Yancy untied her and lifted her in his arms. He placed Lillian down on her 
desk, then told her to roll over and lie on her breasts and belly. He was 
amazed when she proceeded to follow his instructions. Yancy took the silk 
kerchiefs and tied Lillian's wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk, thus 
sprawling her body out over the top. Her tits and belly were pushed flat to 
the cool wood table. She moaned as Yancy stood above her. He was smoking a 
cigarette and looking down at the bound bitch, wondering how to enjoy her 
next. 

He took another rubber band off her desk and once again tried to contain her 
lush curly red mane. This time he got practical, and once he had formed a 
ponytail he reinforced it with another rubber band. That would keep her high 
cheekbones and pretty lips in sight when she sucked his cock, he mused 
hotly. And did this girl ever have some cock-sucking to do! 

Yancy had always been highly inflamed by the sight of Lillian's lips. Her 
mouth was the most erotic part of her. Those sweet, pearly teeth and that 
hot, saucy tongue never ceased to ignite passion. Yancy turned her head so 
that her profile faced him. Her mouth was open, panting, and when Yancy sat 
down beside her and proffered his penis, Lillian was only too pleased to let 
her hot tongue run over the mushroom-tip of it. 

"Mmmmmm," she let out, "I love your lollipop." 

"It's an all-day sucker, bitch," he said, moving closer to Lillian's mouth 
so that she could take his dick in further. He watched his hot shaft 
disappear between her very sweet, saucy lips. 

"Now suck me, Lillian. You know how I love when you suck my hard prick." 

Lillian kept on fluttering her tongue over the tip of his shaft. She was an 
expert at fellatio and knew that it was one of the best methods of addicting 
a man to a woman's charms. Lillian smiled as Yancy pulled his dick out of 
her mouth and led the hard, glistening phallus all over her face. She 
enjoyed having his wet dick resting on her forehead and his big balls 
dangling over her mouth. She let her hot lips cover the sweet sacs and her 
tongue fluttered on them. She loved the taste of male nuts. 

"Mmmmmm, baby, you really are oral. I like that." 

Lillian moaned as Yancy moved up. His balls dropped out of her mouth. When 
he came down again, his hard dick was aligned with her lips and she closed 
her eyes and took his prick in deep. 

"Oh, baby, suck on it. Eat my big dick, Lillian." 

"Mmmmm," the red-head moaned, opening her eyes slightly. 

Yancy looked into her eyes. They were dreamy and out of focus. Her mouth was 
contorted from the act of sucking cock and her high cheekbones seemed 
accented as she slid the hard dick as deep in as she could. 

His balls bounced on her sweet chin as Yancy moved in and out of Lillian's 
mouth with his hard prick. 

While he was fucking Lillian's mouth he moved his finger between the cheeks 
of her butt, enjoying the warmth of her rump cleavage. He slid his finger 
down to the button of her ass-hole. Her cleavage had been moist and his 
finger was now slippery so he began poking it into her. Within a few seconds 
he had inserted his entire index finger in Lillian's buttocks. 

"Mmmmm," the girl groaned, beginning to dance with a new peak of frenzy. 

Yancy ass-fucked Lillian with his finger as she danced and sucked cock. The 
pretty, sweetly-symmetrical balls of her rump felt great under his hand. 
Within a few seconds his hot prick was exploding in her mouth. 

"Oh, Lillian, suck up my hot jizz!" he commanded, holding her ponytail and 
directing her mouth for maximum cock penetration. He continued to 
finger-fuck her anus as his hot prick exploded and warm jizz slid down 
Lillian's throat. 

Yancy pulled his dick out of her and gave the haughty red-head a jizz bath, 
hot droplets of come landing on her freckled cheeks, on her pale forehead, 
in her hot red hair. Yancy continued to ejaculate all over her. Then, before 
the last few drops shot out of his dick, he planted his prick firmly in her 
mouth. 

"Suck up the last few drops, Lillian," he groaned, his body twitching, his 
mind clouded with pleasure. 

Lillian sucked up Yancy's liquid passion greedily, loving the bittersweet 
taste of his come. 

When he finally moved his prick out of her mouth and took his finger out of 
Lillian's anus, she realized how sore she was. She had been sucking his 
prick for over forty-five minutes and her jaw ached mercilessly. 

"I guess you'd better untie me, Yancy," she said softly, dreamily. 

"What do you mean, untie you, Lillian? I've just begun. I've been looking at 
your buttocks, baby, and I think you need a spanking. You've been one hell 
of a haughty bitch lately, Lillian; you must admit that." 

Lillian looked at him and he could not read the look that played over her 
face. She hadn't been expecting him to exert his power over her beyond the 
moment she wanted to stop. But she was tightly bound; there was very little 
she could do if he wanted to spank her buttocks or call her a haughty bitch. 

"Yancy, I do think you should untie me. 

Yancy's response was non-verbal. His open palm slapped down on the haughty 
balls of Lillian's rump cakes. 

"You've been one naughty bitch, Lillian, using your power to get your way," 
Yancy said before slapping his palm down again on her hot rump. 

He alternated spanking her left rump cake for a few moments, then her right. 
He reddened the two sweet, symmetric globes and even then did not stop. It 
delighted him to give this arrogant bitch a hot spanking. He knew Lillian 
would not ever in a million years tell anyone about this. He knew he had 
her. She had finally revealed herself fully as the kinky bitch she was. 
Well, he'd always suspected as much. Power-mad people were always the 
kinkiest, Yancy reminded himself. 

He continued spanking her rump until the girl was moaning and sobbing, at 
which point Yancy finally stopped. 

"And now, Lillian my dear, let me show you what you get for being an 
aggressive bitch." 

Yancy got behind the haughty red-head and massaged her pussy and clit with 
his dick, but instead of moving his cock into her cunt as Lillian had hoped 
for, he began pushing it into her ass-hole. 

"Take it in deep, you sweet bitch!" he said, sliding his big prick deep into 
Lillian's lubricated anus. 

His hard dick slid in and out of Lillian's hot ass-hole and Yancy delighted 
in the feeling produced by her warm, quivering butt cakes under him. He 
placed a hand under her to ignite her clitoris. That would make her hips 
swing with more ferocity; that would make her lust match his. 

He knew she couldn't take it for long, so as soon as his prick began pulsing 
with terminal heat, Yancy allowed his hot dick to explode in Lillian's 
ass-hole. He moaned and yelped as her tightest opening accepted the hot 
spurts of male sauce. 

Lillian wriggled and writhed under Yancy's driving body. Her freshly-spanked 
buns stung as his dick descended, as his underbelly slapped down on her 
cakes. 

His orgasm made him move his fingers over her clit with mounting friction 
and soon Lillian was hysterical with sexual joy, the pain and pleasure 
mingling in a most delightful way. 

A half-hour later, the door to Lillian's office opened and the two of them 
strolled out, looking as though they had just spent an hour discussing Keats 
and Shelley. 

* * * 

Rochelle felt her long, stalky legs being parted. She closed her eyes and 
concentrated on the feeling of Yancy's tongue creeping up her milky inner 
thigh. 

"Oh, Yancy, suck on me!" the brunette bellowed through swollen lips. She 
could still taste the hot sweet male sauce that had erupted out of his dick 
and filled her mouth not more than twenty minutes ago. And now he was 
rewarding her. Now he was preparing to... 

"Mmmmmmmm," Rochelle moaned as Yancy's tongue slid over her cunt's lips. He 
parted her hot female core with his fingers and then virtually inserted his 
tongue in her cunt. Rochelle, after all was said and done, was his number 
one bitch. She was absolutely the prize of the whole harem. Now that he had 
cooled Lillian out and she had given him the complete freedom to do whatever 
he wanted, he felt more secure in his job, more able to take advantage of 
the fact that all the hot young coeds chased him. 

"Rochelle, I love the taste of your sweet cunt," Yancy let out, looking up 
for a second. 

The brunette looked down to see her professor's face covered with glistening 
pussy-dew. 

"Oh, Yancy, I love the way you suck on me. Tomorrow I'll bring you another 
virgin," the panting brunette promised as orgasmic heat rippled through her 
sensual carriage. 

Yancy stuck his tongue all the way into her cunt and wiggled it, holding the 
balls of Rochelle's buttocks in his palms. He continued tongue-fucking the 
hot young girl, rewarding her for her share in making his life a happy one 
indeed. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"You seem very happy lately," Lillian said coyishly, looking up at Yancy as 
the man undressed. Lillian was lying flat on her back upon the soft bed in 
Yancy's bedroom. 

Yancy was not aware that his happiness, his delight at what life was 
presenting him with lately, was showing through. He had no idea his changes 
were so visible. 

"I do feel really good," he said, looking at her in a way that would imply 
that she-Lillian-was the reason. 

Lillian's vanity was fanned by Yancy's lingering smile. She lifted her arms, 
locking her fingers behind his neck. She pulled the hot stud down on her and 
their lips met. Lillian's tongue entered his mouth as she fondled him 
possessively. 

"Mmmmmm, my faculty assistant is quite a stud," Lillian said. 

Yancy did not answer. He felt the woman's fingers slide over the shaft of 
his prick and he watched it harden completely. 

"Yancy, I need my cunt sucked," the girl said. 

Yancy winked at her. He would service her if that's what she wanted. She 
certainly was making his life easy lately. 

Lillian moved above him and then lowered her red-haired snatch down on his 
face. 

"Mmmmm," the woman moaned as Yancy's fingertips parted the lips of her 
snatch, as his tongue began licking around her open female core. 

Yancy was determined to get the edge with Lillian. So far her power trip had 
gotten the best of him in many ways, but Yancy felt that breaking. For one 
thing, the girl had become amiable over the last few hours. Of course, she 
exerted her power, but she also exerted a great deal of effort when it came 
to pleasing him. Just a half-hour ago, she had sucked his penis lovingly and 
allowed him to come in her mouth. Now she was demanding reciprocity. Yancy 
did not mind a bit. His hot tongue moved in and out of her twat with silky 
slickness. 

"Mmmmmm," the woman moaned, tossing her head from side to side, her red hair 
flying madly about her breasts and shoulders. 

Yancy could look up and see her big tits bouncing sweetly on her bosom as he 
continued to tongue-fuck her. He loved the hot, moist taste of her 
pussy-dew, and tongue-fucking Lillian's cunt was no chore at all. 

"Oh, Yancy, give it to me!" she said, sitting down fully on his face, the 
lips of her twat flush against the lips of Yancy's mouth. His tongue 
continued to whip and flutter over her cunt. 

"Oooooohhhh," the woman moaned as Yancy's palm came up and fondled her big 
breasts. He pinched her strawberry nipples slightly, just enough to harden 
the taut buttons. He groaned as Lillian's spine tightened, as her flesh 
began to quiver. 

Yancy knew she was approaching orgasm and in order to heighten her 
pleasures, he spread the lips of her cunt further and inserted his tongue as 
much as possible. 

"Ooooohhhhhh," the girl moaned, humping madly down on Yancy's face. 

Yancy worked on Lillian until orgasmic heat shook her inner thighs, until 
jolts of pleasure arched her eyebrows and made her nostrils flare. Her eyes 
grew wide, then rolled out of focus. 

"Oh, give it to me," she hissed, drawing her lips over her teeth and wincing 
with delight. Her body was covered with sweat; pale, freckled skin glistened 
in the dim light. 

Yancy waited until her orgasm was over and then abruptly he pushed her on 
her side and sat up. He moved over the moist red-head and spread her legs. 
Then he placed her palms under her buttocks. 

"I'm going to fill you up with cock now." 

"Mmmmmm," she said, her eyes warm, imploring him to enter her. 

Yancy allowed his prick to hover just above the girl's red-haired delta. He 
waited until she began trying to push him down. Yancy resisted. He smiled at 
her. It was nice to be on top of a woman who needed him so badly. 

"When I'm ready," he said, exerting his will. 

"Oh, please! Please!" she begged. "Fill up my cunt." 

Yancy smiled. He knew how to get his way with this woman. She had to be 
played like a violin, but she would cooperate with him. Perhaps she would 
even assist him in his life's work-seducing moist young virgins-or at least 
stay out of his way and let him operate without interference. That would be 
enough; Yancy didn't need any help when it came to seducing moist maidens. 

"Give it to me, Yancy! Please!" she said. She grabbed his dick and tried to 
force it down, but Yancy clasped her hand. He moved her arms over her head, 
pinning her hands down with his own. He moved up now and let his dick slide 
over the lips of her cunt. 

"Please! Please!" 

Yancy's hot dick sank suddenly into the red-head's quivering moist cunt. He 
moved up and down on her like a piston, charging her hot box with 
electricity. 

"Ooooohhhh," the woman groaned as orgasmic heat once again mounted in her. 

Yancy held her buttocks with one wide palm, his other palm cupping her 
sweet, round breasts. With both hands full of sweet female goodies, he 
ejaculated into the heat of Lillian's pussy. 

His orgasm triggered hers and they danced together in a storm of passion. 
When it was over, the woman had a passive, docile look in her eyes. Yancy 
just had to look at her to know that he had tamed the hottest bitch fate had 
ever thrown him up against. 


THE END
