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Larry Jenkins, Ph.D., leaned back in his desk-chair, closed
his eyes, and exhaled slowly. The pile of freshman English
composition exams on his desk had hardly diminished at all after
hours of tedious work, and he asked himself why the hell he had
ever gone into academia. Sure, it was nice being one's own boss;
but grading was as loathsome as it was inevitable. The best
thing about the job, he supposed, was that despite the occasional
bouts of work like this, it actually left a lot of spare time.
The real problem, Larry realized, was that he didn't really
have anything he wanted to do with that spare time. Well,
perhaps that wasn't *quite* true, because he was in fact an avid
masturbator, routinely spending several hours at a time, usually
at least two or three times a week, watching porno movies on his
VCR and bringing himself to solitary gratification. It had been
this way ever since his wife had left him, five years earlier--
longer than that, really, since they had stopped sleeping
together well before the divorce.
Theoretically, Jenkins supposed, his situation was far from
hopeless. Despite the beginnings of a paunch and a slightly
receding hairline, he wasn't all that bad-looking, with a strong
chest and shoulders and a round but moderately handsome face.
But by now, at age 40, he had more-or-less resigned himself to
living out the rest of his years alone. It was pathetic, he
knew; but he felt too deeply set in his ways to do much else. He
secretly despised himself for lacking the courage or social
confidence to find a woman, but that was just the way things
were; and at some point, he had just made up his mind to live
with it.
Living by oneself had a lot of advantages, Larry reminded
himself, picking up the next exam and trying to get his mind back
on the present task. He had just begun reading when there was a
knock on the door.
"Come in!" he called with some annoyance.
"Doctor Jenkins?" said a young, female voice from the
doorway. "Can I talk to you please?" Glancing over his
shoulder, he saw a pretty face peeking inside, framed with long,
curly blond hair. He knew he had seen it before, but he couldn't
match it with a name.
"Office hours are finished for the semester," he said.
"Grades will be posted next Monday."
"If I could just see you for a minute," the girl persisted,
"this is, like, really important." She stepped inside and closed
the door behind her without waiting for a reply. Larry put down
his pencil, sighed, and swivelled his chair to face her.
"Well, let's make this brief, because I have a mountain of
work here. What seems to be the problem?"
"My name's Shawna Roberts. I'm in your eight o'clock class,
and I had to see you about my grade."
"Really? I don't remember seeing you in class." Her face
looked familiar, all right, but he was sure he would have taken
more than passing notice of her in the course of the semester.
While trying not to be too obvious about it, he allowed himself a
brief, appraising glance at her figure, and he liked what he saw.
She stood about 5'5", he guessed, and her body looked slender,
athletic, and tanned. A loose-fitting sorority T-shirt could not
hide the intriguing swell of her breasts, and a pair of denim
cut-off shorts hugged the curve of her hips. Jenkins's eyes
lingered briefly on the smooth, golden length of her bare legs.
She wore plain white canvas tennis-shoes on her small feet,
without socks, and a fine gold bracelet around one ankle. He
felt the beginnings of an erection stirring in his corduroy
trousers, and he realized that she was speaking to him.
"... So you see, it really wasn't my fault, but I just
couldn't make it to class most of the time. Pledging was a lot
harder than I thought, and with swim team practice, and ..."
So she was a swimmer, was she? That would help explain the
marvelous tone of her calves and thighs, Jenkins mused.
"Shawna, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid that telling
me all this really doesn't make any difference now. From the
record here, I see now that you never attended class at all after
the third week, you only turned in one essay, and you didn't even
show up for the final exam. You simply have not come anywhere
near meeting the requirements to pass the course."
Shawna sighed.
"I figured that was what you'd say. But look, if I don't
pass this course with at least a C-minus, I won't be able to come
back to school here next fall. My parents would kill me! I
*have* to pass. Can't you make some kind of exception?
*Please*?"
Jenkins just shook his head and crossed his legs, trying to
hide what was now a full-fledged hard-on. In his mind's eye, he
envisioned what he would like to do with her perfect young body
if only he could somehow just borrow it for a few hours to use as
he wished; but coming back to reality, he wished she would just
get out and stop wasting his time. The sooner he could make a
dent in the exams, the sooner he could go home and jerk off.
"Okay," said the co-ed, biting her lower lip and shifting
uncomfortably. With her hands on her hips, she rested her weight
on one foot, the other knee thrust toward him in a provocative
stance. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but let me put
it to you this way: I would be willing to come over to your house
tonight and do whatever you want, if you'll give me the C-minus.
Anything you want."
Staring up at her, Jenkins felt dizzy. In ten years of
teaching, no student had ever tried this. His throat felt
constricted.
"Anything?" he heard himself echo.
"*Anything*," she repeated with quiet emphasis. "As long as
it doesn't hurt or anything," she added quickly. "You know,
nothing really kinky." She licked her lips, and extended one leg
to run her toe lightly up his shin. "I know you're single, and a
hard-working teacher like you deserves a little company once in a
while. What do you say, Doc? Is it a deal?" She smiled
hopefully, somehow managing to look slightly bashful at the same
time.
Something seemed to snap inside Larry's mind. He knew this
could mean trouble, possibly the end of his career; but looking
at Shawna's gorgeous face and taut young body, he didn't give a
damn. He quickly scribbled his address on a scrap of paper and
handed it to her.
"Eight o'clock," he said hoarsely.

* * *

By the time the clock was approaching eight that evening,
Larry had downed two stiff drinks to calm his nerves. The
evening was warm, and he felt a prickle of sweat on his brow even
though he had just showered and wore only a light cotton shirt,
baggy shorts, and sandals. The drinks seemed to help, though;
and when the door-bell rang, he answered it without hesitation.
"Hello, Shawna. Please come in." When she had stepped
inside, he closed the door, locked it, and turned to look at her.
She was wearing a blue, sleeveless cotton blouse with the corners
tied together below her breasts to form a makeshift halter-top,
leaving her midriff bare above a short white skirt. Her breasts
now looked larger than he had realized that afternoon. On her
feet were a pair of sandals with straps that laced up around her
ankles and calves in a criss-cross pattern, tied just below the
knees; and her toe-nails were neatly pedicured and painted. A
pair of silver hoop ear-rings dangled beside her face, and she
was wearing perfume--perhaps just a bit too much for good taste,
he thought, but it was hardly a problem.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked her.
"No, that's okay," she said. "This is a nice place."
"Thanks. Have you had any second thoughts about what you
said this afternoon? About this ... bargain?"
"Well, I'm here, right?"
"Yes. Yes, you are. And I'm glad you decided to come. I
shouldn't be doing this, but I'm going to enjoy it. You're
beautiful, Shawna."
"Thanks, Doc. You're a pretty handsome man yourself. Um,
you don't mind if I call you Larry, do you? I mean, just for
tonight." He shook his head faintly, unable to speak. She came
up to him, laid her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him on the
mouth. Her lips were warm, wet, and inviting, and his head swam.
"I hope I can trust you," said the co-ed, breaking the kiss.
"I could say the same," he replied. "I'm the one who could
lose his job for this. You have nothing to fear from me." With
the liquor dulling his inhibitions, he felt his desire for her
rising rapidly, and he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist,
pulling her close against him. His erection pressed against her
abdomen through the fabric of his shorts, and she withdrew a
step, grinning slightly.
"It sure is hot in here, Larry." His eye caught a droplet
of sweat inching down her chest, channeled into the valley
between her breasts.
"It's cooler in there." He nodded toward the rear of the
house, and Shawna sauntered into the next room, her butt
twitching slightly from side to side with each step. She paused
in the doorway to glance back at him over her shoulder and caught
him with his gaze riveted on her backside. He looked up
suddenly, met her eyes, and felt himself blush. She just smiled
knowingly and walked on. The room at the back was an airy,
screened-in porch with a futon surrounded by hanging plants,
dimly lit by a pole-lamp in one corner. A large fan turned
lazily in one window. The air was warm in here as well, but the
faint breeze made a difference. She turned and found him
standing in the doorway, again staring at her body.
"You like what you see?" she asked in a languorous voice,
raising her chin and returning his stare with half-lidded,
laughing eyes. He nodded, but the way his erection was pushing
up the front of his shorts like a tent provided a more eloquent
reply. His palms felt clammy. To hell with the possible
consequences: he had to have this girl.
"Actually," she said, "I could kind of use a drink of water
after all. It's easy to get dehydrated when it's so hot, you
know?" He turned and quickly fetched a tumbler of ice-water from
the kitchen, feeling impatient at the diversion.
"Thanks," she told him, their fingers brushing momentarily
as she accepted the glass. She raised it to her lips, closed her
eyes, and drank deeply. Then, eyes still closed, she raised the
cold, moisture-beaded side of the glass to her forehead and
pressed it against her skin with a deep sigh, her breasts bobbing
slightly in the barely-restraining halter.
Standing close, Larry had an excellent view of her cleavage
and saw clearly that she wore no bra. She opened her eyes and
caught him red-handed yet again. Leaning back against the
windowsill, Shawna brought the cold glass down to her chest and
rubbed it gently against the tip of first one breast, then the
other. The condensation soaked the thin fabric of her blouse,
and her chilled nipples poked out sharply.
Suddenly Larry could stand no more. Grabbing her by the
upper arms, he pulled her hard against him and clamped his mouth
over hers, tongue probing between her lips. His sudden grip
caused her to drop the glass, and it thudded on the floor,
spilling a small puddle of water and rolling under the couch; but
neither of them took notice. Quickly recovering from her initial
surprise, Shawna parted her lips and began returning his kiss
enthusiastically, breasts thrust against his chest.
Releasing her arms, Larry ran his palms up over her
shoulders, reveling in both the firmness of her muscles and the
narrowness of her frame. He had never felt so uninhibited with a
woman before--least of all his ex-wife, who had always made him
feel as though he were on thin ice. Not this time; now he was in
command. By god, he was going to have this girl--in mere moments
he was going to fuck her, and right then that was all that
mattered in the world. She was his, to use as he pleased, with
no need to worry about romantic pretenses, commitments, or
bruised feelings.
His hands slid down her back, over her hips, and onto the
protruding curve of her fanny. He felt her buttocks tense
slightly as she stood on her tip-toes, and he clutched her firm,
rounded cheeks tightly through her skirt. Not satisfied with
this, he reached a bit lower and slipped his hands under the hem
of the skirt, skimming it upward around her waist, until his
greedy fingers felt her bare ass. Lord, he thought: no panties?
Ah, there they were: thong-style, with only an obscene little
scrap of thin fabric disappearing into her cleft.
Gripping Shawna tightly, Larry pushed her back against the
window-frame and ground his pelvis against hers, dry-humping her
as they kissed, his prick pushing hard against her tummy. She
began making small moaning sounds in the back of her throat as he
slipped a finger between her legs to probe her womanhood. He
found her already damp and slippery, and the narrow strip of
panty presented no obstacle as he wormed a fingertip between her
moist folds and into her vagina. He felt her shudder, and she
pushed her palms against his chest to break their kiss.
"Oh, god, Larry, you're making me hot! Let's go lie down in
your room, okay?"
"No. I want you right here." His face had taken on a
strange leer, and he was unwilling to take his hands off her even
for a moment. He flexed his finger inside her, making her gasp.
"Okay ... ah! ... Whatever you want," she said breathlessly.
"Take your skirt off," he told her. Obediently, she reached
behind her and tugged down the short zipper at the back of the
waist. Reluctantly withdrawing his hand from between her legs,
he grabbed the sides of the skirt and slid it down over her hips
and thighs. It dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of it.
"Now my shorts," he said. Shawna looked him in the eye, as
if measuring his lust, then grasped his waistband and undid the
button and zipper at the front. As she pushed down his shorts
and underwear together, his cock sprang free, bumping against her
wrist. It felt hot and swollen, already slick with pre-cum as
she ran her fingers tentatively along the length of it.
"How big is it, Larry?" she asked in a whisper.
"I don't know," he grunted. "But I'm going to put it in
you." He put his hands on her shoulders and guided her toward
the futon.
"Don't you even want me to take my blouse off first?" she
teased.
"I was just getting to that," he replied with mock
testiness. "Who's in charge here, anyway?"
"Sorry," she replied. "You're the boss."
"Yeah; keep that in mind." He smirked wickedly, his whole
body inflamed with lust at the sight of her muscular, scantily-
clad ass and athletic, smoothly-tapered legs as she stood beside
the futon. After stripping off his shirt and kicking off his
sandals, he sat down next to her and placed his hands on her
waist.
"I want you to sit on my lap, Shawna, facing forward."
"Like this?" She spread her legs to straddle him and
settled her buttocks gently on his thighs, leaning back against
his chest.
"Yeah, that's the idea." He nuzzled her right ear and her
neck, running the tip of his tongue along the back of her jaw and
giving her a gentle bite on the side of her throat. Feeling her
ear-rings in the way, she reached up and removed them, tossing
them on top of her skirt. As his hands drew her hips a bit
further back against him, his penis poked up between her legs,
sliding against the damp crotch of her panties. He could feel
the heat and the softness of her lips against the back of his
member as he moved his hips slightly, gliding it up and down.
"Oooh, baby," Shawna cooed, running her palm gently over the
head and down the underside with little circular motions. "It
feels like you're ready for me. Do you want me?"
"Not yet," Larry growled. "I have to take your blouse off
first." She giggled as his fingers found her nipples through the
wet fabric and gently pulled and twisted them outward. After a
moment of this, he tugged loose the knot that held her improvised
halter together, and the blouse fell open, revealing the
glorious, naked hemispheres of her breasts. Looking over her
shoulder, he feasted his eyes on the smooth, rounded globes,
crowned with pursed, protruding, light pink areolae and finally
those magnificent little nubs ... like pencil erasers, he thought
involuntarily, wincing inwardly at the cliche. Yes: big, fat,
suckable pencil erasers.
"I hope you like them," Shawna whispered as his fingertips
began circling lightly around her peaks, sending a shiver up her
spine.

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"They're perfect," he mumbled, lips tugging at her earlobe.
She made a faint mewing sound and began stroking the underside of
his cock again, pressing it firmly against her now-steamy crotch.
"Turn around now." He made her stand up and sit down on his lap
again facing toward him, so that her breasts hung directly before
him, just about chin-level. She shrugged off her blouse and
placed her hands on his shoulders as he lowered his lips to begin
teasing her, kissing a path down her cleavage and slowly up the
full, rounded underside of first her left, then her right breast,
approaching but not quite reaching the peaks.
"Oh, please suck them," she said impatiently. "Be my baby
and suck them for me."
"`Them' what?" he asked maliciously, looking up at her
closed eyes. She opened them halfway and looked back at him.
"My ... my breasts. My nipples. You want to hear me say
the words, Larry? Okay. My titties. Suck my little titties,
Larry, *please*!"
"All right, Shawna," he smiled, and began flicking his
tongue lightly over her nipples. He brought his hands up to cup
the globes into raised, jutting cones, gently squeezing and
massaging them both as his wet, dancing tongue moved from one to
the other and then back again. Each one made a perfect handful.
Shawna began bucking slightly on his lap, rubbing the mound of
her crotch against his abdomen, while his penis nudged between
her ass-cheeks.
"Ah ... aah ..." she moaned. "Ah!" She tensed suddenly,
eyelids fluttering, and Larry was amazed to realize she was
having an orgasm already, before her panties had even come off.
After a moment she seemed to relax slightly and leaned forward
against him, head resting on his left shoulder.
"Oh, Larry," she sighed. "I can't believe that happened."
"Well, I guess you can consider that a bonus. You can come
all you want tonight, Shawna--the more the better, in fact, as
long as you remember you're my sex-toy."
"Thanks," she giggled. "Yeah, I'm your sex-toy tonight,
Larry; that's why I'm here. What do you want to do with me now?"
"I think I'm ready to fuck you." He grasped her butt again,
kneading her firm cheeks and pressing them together around the
end of his cock. "Yes, I'm definitely ready to fuck you."
Taking her by the waist again, he rolled her onto her back beside
him, noting how little her perky breasts seemed to flatten in the
process. He hooked his thumbs under the thin waistband of her
panties, and she raised her hips to allow him to slide them down
and off her, revealing a small, closely-trimmed strip of fine,
curly golden pubic hair. Her tangy scent was unmistakable in his
nostrils.
As Larry slid Shawna's panties off her still-sandalled feet,
his eyes again roamed along the smooth, golden curves of her
legs. On impulse, he tugged quickly at the little bows that tied
the tops of her sandals just below her knees; and in a moment he
had stripped them off her, leaving her completely naked at last.
Moving to kneel between her legs, he grasped her left ankle and
raised it to his lips. She smelled good.
"Did you wash your feet today, Shawna?"
"Uh-huh. I took a shower just before I came over."
"Good." He kissed her instep while running his other hand
appreciatively up along her shin to caress her knee, and then
back down over her firm, well-rounded calf. Inspecting her toes
closely, he marveled at how meticulously her nails were trimmed
and painted. He had never thought of himself as a foot-
fetishist, but now he could not resist taking her big toe into
his mouth and sucking hard.
"Oh, jesus!" Shawna exclaimed, half giggling, half moaning.
"That's weird. Oh, I like it!" She began caressing her nipples
and drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Larry decided he
really was ready now and grasped the backs of her strong but
slender thighs, spreading them wide.
"Um, Larry? We need to do one little thing before you go
any further, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, yeah. Christ, I'm a fool."
"That's okay," she smiled. "There's one in the pocket of my
blouse." He quickly retrieved her top from where it had fallen
on the floor and found the little package. He handed it to her.
"Put it on for me," he told her.
"Okay." She sat up halfway, tore the package open, and
withdrew the condom, pausing to stroke his hardness a few times
before fitting the latex ring over the head. In a moment she had
rolled it all the way down, sheathing him securely.
"Ready to go," she reported, giving it a gentle squeeze
before leaning back on her elbows.
"Let's start with you on top," he decided, lying down beside
her, running his palm along the curve of her thigh. Shawna
rolled her eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh of resignation.
"Whatever you say." She pushed herself up to a sitting
position. "Actually, I was kind of *hoping* you'd want it this
way," she grinned. "This is my favorite." Larry watched, head
swimming and penis throbbing, as she swung one leg over his waist
to straddle him. Poised on her knees, she grasped his member and
moved the tip against her furrow, sliding it slowly back and
forth, her other fingertips resting lightly on his abdomen. She
watched his face with a mischievous look in her half-lidded eyes,
as if goading him to tell her to hurry up and put it in.
"Now," Larry groaned, breathing deeply. "Fuck me."
"Okay," she sighed, and guided his bulbous head into her
narrow opening. She was tight but very wet, and when she began
to sink down, his cock slid smoothly into her, pushing deeper and
deeper inside. She paused when it was about halfway in,
shoulders quivering, drawing rapid, shallow breaths.
"Oh, god, Larry," she hissed, eyes closed and head thrown
back. "I don't know if I can take it. I think it's too big for
me."
"Bullshit." *Nice* bullshit, he thought idly, but bullshit.
She probably said that to all the guys, but damn, she did know
the right buttons to push. "Do it," he commanded, twitching his
pelvis slightly upward for emphasis, pushing himself in another
half inch or so. Shawna sucked in a deep breath.
"Uh- okay. Here goes." She sank down again, and he felt
himself sliding deeper and deeper, until her rump rested squarely
on his hips and his straining cock was lodged fully inside her.
Face contorted in an effort not to come immediately, Larry raised
his head and stared at her bare, flat belly, imagining how far up
in it he must be. As the imminent orgasm receded slightly, he
placed a hand on her abdomen and massaged her flesh.
"I can't believe this," Shawna gasped. "Oh, god, I feel so
full. You're so long and fat." She began to raise herself
slowly, up to about half his length, and then sank slowly back
down. That was when Larry realized he was going to give her an
`A' for the course, even though the deal only called for a `C'.
"How old are you, Shawna?" he heard himself ask.
"Uh- eighteen," she told him, frowning as if forming the
answer took a great effort of concentration.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned deeply, trying to think of anything
that might help him hold his climax at bay. Baseball? Dead
English poets? It was no use. "Eighteen," he sighed. "And I'm
fucking you."
"Yeah. Oh, that's nice."
"That's ... a hell of an understatement, Shawna. You're
sooo goood ... I want this to last forever."
"Me too, baby," she said in a pleading voice. "I'm almost
there again. Oh, I'm almost there! You don't know what you're
doing to me, Larry! I-- Oh! Oh my god!" Shawna's whole body
stiffened, her back arching, breasts thrust high, shaking all
over. Her eyes were shut tightly, head whipping from side to
side, face set in a grimace of ecstasy. She filled his eyes like
a vision, saturating his senses, overwhelming him in every way.
Yet somehow, incredibly, Larry fought down his own orgasm. At
last her throes seemed to begin to subside.
Deciding he could now afford to move at least slightly
without coming at once, Larry reached up to caress Shawna's
chest. Her breasts looked flushed and swollen, the areolae and
nipples protruding farther than ever, almost like another pair of
miniature breasts atop the main ones. As his fingers slid around
them, she gave a squeak and suddenly went stiff again, hands
flying to his wrists. She didn't really try to push his hands
away, however, so he began hefting her breasts and thumbing the
nipples insistently.
"Ah- oh, jesus!" she gasped. "You're ... you're doing it to
me again! Uh ... uh ..." She seemed to be fighting for breath
and began bouncing on him, taking him in and out in short, sharp
little strokes, panting now, tears running down her cheeks. She
came again, almost sobbing. Finally she pushed his hands away
from her breasts, drawing a deep, ragged breath.
"That ... that was ... incredible, Larry. Thank you." Her
eyes looked dreamy. "Are you ready to come yet?" she asked. He
nodded dumbly, feeling goggle-eyed. "Okay," she said. "But
let's have you on top now. I feel like I can't even sit up."
As Larry rolled on top of her, his whole body felt like it
was buzzing, wound up, full to overflowing, ready to explode.
Shawna looked exhausted and helpless beneath him, her long, curly
hair damp with sweat and splayed out around her on the futon,
hands lying limply beside her head. On another impulse, he
grabbed her wrists, causing her to open her eyes suddenly.
"Oh, wow," she said quietly, staring up at him. "I couldn't
stop you now no matter what, could I?"
"Not a chance," he grunted, thrusting into her deep and
hard, the motion making her breasts quiver. Shawna drew her legs
up around his waist, knees spread wide, heels nudging his
buttocks as if spurring a horse. He passed the point of no
return.
"Do it, baby," Shawna urged him. "You made me come so much;
now it's your turn. Do it: come inside me. Fuck my pussy!"
"Yes!" he groaned, rodding her hard and fast, no longer
trying to hold back. It was coming--a big one--THE big one--no
use fighting it now. "Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" he grunted, gritting his
teeth. "Here it comes! Here it comes!"
"Yes! Shoot it! Shoot it in me now!" Larry heaved
mightily against her, pinning her down hard, and began jetting
thick, countless streams of his seed, his mind completely gone,
swept away in rapture like nothing he had ever known.

* * *

It was very late when Shawna finally pulled herself together
to go home. Larry asked her if she wanted to stay, or whether he
could give her a ride, wondering whether she ought to venture out
alone at such an hour; but she insisted she would be fine. She
spent a few minutes trying to tidy up her appearance, but she
still looked rather bedraggled, Larry thought--as if she had been
... well, fucked. Her skirt had a large wet spot from where it
had lain in the water spilled from her glass, and her blouse was
still damp as well. The night had gotten cooler.
"Here," he said, handing her an old wind-breaker from the
hall closet. "Put this on. No one will recognize it; I haven't
worn it in years."
"Okay. Thank you, Larry."
"You know," he told her as they paused by the front door,
"we were both wrong to do this. But I'd do it again."
"Me too," she grinned, giving him one last little kiss.
"What courses are you teaching in the fall?"