4 comments/ 63967 views/ 5 favorites Tanya's Lucky Day By: klagatoman TANYA'S LUCKY DAY Tanya Henderson did not know it when she woke up that Monday morning but this was going to be her lucky day. She was a free spirit who found it difficult to be the scholar that her university seemed to demand so relentlessly. Her main goal in life was to find a good time wherever she could. She had skated by her first three years because many of the courses seemed to be versions of things she had taken in high school and she was bored to tears with school. Senior year was a whole new ball game. Tanya found it difficult to believe but it was actually necessary to study in order to pass a class. And study hard and long. This cut into her partying: drinking in local clubs, finding a sex partner and spending the night together. Holding a C average by the skin of her teeth, Tanya was facing disaster if she did not get a passing grade in her Psych 402 class. She cursed as she dressed. So close, she fumed. I'm in the last semester and if I do not get a C in that damn Psych class I am not going to graduate. There was only one hope, she decided; throw herself on the mercy of the teacher, Professor Harold Wilkins. She dressed carefully and made herself up just as carefully. Tanya was not a beauty but she was pretty in a cute kind of way. She never had trouble finding dates. Boys seemed to like her turned up nose with a sprinkle of freckles across it. Not more than five feet tall she had a decent body; not a beauty queen by any means, but nice legs and perky 34C tits. Boys loved to fondle and suck on them and she did not discourage them one bit. Professor Wilkins was thirty-eight years old and would become thirty-nine on Tuesday. He was married to the same woman he had married his senior year in college. Patsy Wilkins was his first and only serious date. Somehow they became college sweethearts: everyone expected them to marry and they did. She was a virgin when they married. Harold and Patsy spent many an hour in his little coupe necking and petting. He tried in every way to get Patsy to agree to have sex with him but she would not. Necking and letting him play with her breasts, as long as her blouse was on, was as far as he was allowed to go. She wore girdle panties and there was no way he could get his hands on her pussy. She wanted sex but insisted it was not going to happen until they were married. Their honeymoon was bitter sweet for Harold. Patsy was a tiger in bed. It was as if all her sexual energy was released at once, like a volcano erupting after being dormant for centuries. She fucked Harold silly: on top, on the bottom, in a chair, in bed, on the floor, in the shower. It was a fucking heaven and Harold was thankful for this, though exhausted. Patsy did not let him alone until he had satisfied her at least three times a session. The only fly in the ointment was her refusal to engage in cunnilingus. Hungry to eat her pussy on their wedding night and believing this would provide her with a warm-up prior to coital sex, Harold slid his body down hers, after having savored her very delicious tits, aiming for her pussy. Patsy would have none of it. "It's nasty to do that, Harold." And that was that. Harold felt betrayed. He had not engaged in cunnilingus since his sister, Ginger, had left home after she married one of the men who frequented the diner where she worked. He missed it: the feel and taste of pussy, the way Ginger responded to the way he sucked her clit and licked it. Her soft moans and caressing fingers were imprinted on his brain and he wanted to relive those moments with Patsy. Life went downhill for the Wilkins not long after their second daughter was born. Patsy was still as interested in sex as she had ever been but had her tubes tied. "I am not some breed animal," she had told Harold, who desperately wanted to try one more time for a boy. That was the beginning. Patsy began to complain: not enough money, no time for vacation, no second car, no fashionable clothes, the house was too small, in a wrong neighborhood. The list went on and on and Harold came to realize that it would never stop. The coital sex continued but it has lost its excitement for Harold. Patsy even complained about his inability to keep it up for more than one fuck. The truth of the matter is that Harold had trouble getting it up for the first fuck of the night because he had come to dislike Patsy so much. The only way he could get it up was to imagine himself between Ginger's thighs but this fantasy could only last so long and one fuck was it. By that fateful Monday morning Harold was a dejected and beaten man. He was spending more and more time in research and had become the most prolific writer in his department; publishing more papers than all the rest of the seven person department combined. Teaching and research managed to use most of his days but they were not a substitute for the joy he had felt being between his sister's thighs. He missed sucking her pussy more this morning than he had ever before. While Tanya was dressing and making herself up so carefully Harold was daydreaming in his office. The door was open, as it always was, to encourage students to see him but his mind was closed, inward, and full of visions of his sister's clit. Harold had become obsessed with pussy eating by accident, or so he thought at the time. His older sister worked the eight to four night shift in a local twenty-four hour diner. She was tired after eight hours on her feet and as soon as she was undressed headed to the shower down the hall past Harold's bedroom. Ginger did not bother putting on a robe. No one would be awake to see her at that time, she told herself. Harold was. He set a small alarm clock for four o'clock and had his bedroom door open slightly the nights Ginger worked. He never saw more than a fleeting glimpse of her as she walked past his door, but it was enough for his young imagination. Those stolen glimpses were enough to generate several cums every night. One morning he got more than he expected. Ginger was no dummy: had become aware of what her sneaky little brother was doing. At first angry, she came to find a certain pleasure and then a sexual excitement knowing her younger brother was sneaking little peeks and probably jacking off the rest of the morning until it was time to get up for school. The morning of the beginning of his education in how to satisfy a woman began earlier in the evening. Ginger had several pains in the ass customers that evening. There was nothing she could do but grin and bear it or quit or be fired. That didn't mean she had to put up with her peeping brother. By the time she arrived home she was a seething boiling cauldron of pent up anger. She tore off her clothes and stormed into the bathroom where she took a long hot shower. Toweling herself off she decided to teach her peeping tom brother a lesson. A grin on her face she went down the hall toward her room. To Harold's surprise she did not pass his door. She opened it wide, entered his room, and closed and locked the door behind her. There was a full moon that morning and Harold had a good look at his sister's naked body. His cock came to attention as his eyes traveled down from her face to her tits to her crotch. He had never seen a real live pussy, though, like most young men his age, he had seen plenty on the Internet but he had never seen one in the flesh. The sight of her neatly trimmed pubic hair surrounding her pussy lips caused his cock to jerk under the sheet. "You like it, you sneaky little peeping tom pervert? "Ah. Ginger. I don't know what you are talking about." Ginger sat on his bed and looked down at him. "NO? Ha. You think I don't know why you keep the door open when I come home?" "Ginger. I didn't mean anything by it. Please don't tell mom and dad. I won't do it anymore. I promise. Just don't tell mom and dad." His plaintive whining wail really pissed Ginger and she was ready to blast him when she thought of his last words. He is afraid I will tell mom and dad. A wicked smile suffused her face as she leaned over him, her lips almost touching his. "There is something you can do for me. If you do it right, I won't tell them what a perv you are." "Anything, Ginger. Please." "Get up. I'm going to lie on my tummy and you are going to give me a massage and you will do it every night I tell you to. My muscles are sore from waitressing all day and I can use a massage." Harold jumped out of bed as if shot and Ginger lay on it, "Start at my neck and work down." Harold stood over her awkwardly and put his hands tentatively on the back of her neck. He had a vague notion as to what a massage was; just rub the muscles. Slowly he began to rub her neck and back. His back grew tired from standing and bending over Ginger and he sat on the bed next to her. Her scent from the recent shower, the feel of her soft skin, the excitement of having her naked on his bed was almost too much for him. As he continued to rub her neck and back he became excited sexually. His dick, scared limp when she came barging into his room, was now at full attention and leaking precum down his shaft. He closed his eyes and let himself go. It was erotic, though he did not know that word, to massage Ginger; the feel of her muscles flexing under his fingers and hands, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her body filled him with excitement and a certain contentment, of accomplishment. Ginger felt the change in him as he continued to massage her. She almost went to sleep but once when Harold leaned over to rub her right shoulder she felt his dick, moist from his precum, pressed against her thigh. Harold was transformed instantly, in her mind, from a silly younger brother to a potential sex partner. She was not a virgin, having lost her cherry when in high school to a boy who said he loved her and if she loved him she would let him fuck her. The standard line, but it worked. After she was dumped she was more discerning in whom she fucked. It had been months since her last satisfying sex partner and Harold's hardon caused her to reevaluate him and the possible services he could provide her beside a massage. "OK. That's enough of my back. Give my ass a good working over; squeeze it and rub it. My buns are sore." And so Harold found his hands kneading Ginger's ass as if he was working bread dough. Her ass felt firm and yet soft and pliable at the same time and Harold found his dick getting even harder, if that was possible. "That's nice Harold. But enough of my ass. Work on my legs now." Harold scooted down the bed and began to rub and squeeze and pull at Ginger's thighs and calves. "Harold. I really like the way you do that. You are not as dumb as I thought you were. You can learn." Harold was both pleased at the compliment and pissed that she implied that he was dumb. He did not work hard at his studies but did not have to. And it irritated him that Ginger did not know how well he did in school. The feel of her strong thigh and calf muscles though and the way Ginger sighed as he massaged her made him forget his annoyance. And when Ginger spread her legs so he could get her inner thighs he almost shot his wad. He could see her pussy lips and the pubic hair hanging down between her legs. This was the most exciting thing he had seen in his life. His hands hesitated a moment and Ginger divined why. She grinned to herself as she imagined the horny thoughts that were filling her brother's mind. "Don't forget my feet and toes. They are really sore." Harold picked up one of her feet and rubbed the arch and heel. They felt so small, so warm and soft. He leaned over and smelled them, so fragrant from the shower. His now adept fingers pulled and rubbed each toe. The other foot was given the same loving attention. Harold's mind was blown away when Ginger rolled over. The moonlight shining through his window illuminated every detail of her body. It excited him to see her nipples erect. She's getting turned on, he thought to himself. I'm not the only one here feeling sexed up. This really excited him, to think he was getting his older sister horny. He zeroed in on her tits and crotch. His cock jerked as he saw for the first time up close and personal a woman's tits. He licked his dry lips as he stared at her erect nipples. Then his eyes traveled down to her crotch and her neatly trimmed pubic hair, her pussy lips, pink and moist peeking out from within the surrounding fuzz of her youthful pubic hair. Ginger smiled at him as he stared at her. It turned her on even more to see the hungry look in her brother's eyes. She took his hand and pulled at him, forcing him to lay next to her and then blew his mind by taking his head in her hands, pulling it to one of her succulent tits. "You want to fuck me, Harold?" Harold's body jerked as he lifted his head from her breast and looked at her face. Fuck her? Jesus Christ on the Cross. Of course he did, he wanted to scream, but all he could manage was to croak out, "Yes." Ginger pulled his mouth to her tit as she told him, "Before you do you have to lick and suck on my breasts and make me cum by doing the same thing to my pussy." Harold's heart thumped as he licked and sucked at Ginger's breasts. He could not believe his good fortune. Eating her pussy? He had never thought of that, never thought of eating any woman's pussy. His mind had been filled with visions of pounding his cock into a hot wet cunt. Pussy eating, he had been told since he was a child, is for wimps who can't get it up. Pussy stank, he had been told, of dead fish and he had wanted none of that. But Harold would have done anything that morning in order to fuck Ginger. He'd kiss her ass and suck her toes if she wanted him to. Ginger sighed as Harold's eager mouth sucked and licked at her tits. Damn it felt good. She needed this and the way he pulled her breasts into his mouth! Wow. He has some mouth. Her pussy was juicing and after several minutes of having her tits sucked and licked she pushed Harold's head downward. "Time for the main event, little brother." She opened her thighs as Harold scooted down her body, positioning his head between them. "Take your thumbs and open those lips you see and take a good look at the opening to my vagina." Harold did and almost shot his wad as he looked at the moist, red opening to her fuck hole. He licked his lips as he stared at her outer lips, now fat and puffy, engorged with her hot blood. "Put your mouth around my lips and lick and suck them and then put your tongue inside my vagina." Harold moved his head deeper between Ginger's thighs, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, A sensation he had never felt before ran over his body when he filled his mouth with Ginger's outer lips. He hesitated a moment, letting soak in the fact that his mouth was around a woman's pussy lips. It excited him. There was no smell of dead fish, only an exotic odor he could not identify, but it smelled good to him. Ginger looked down at his head between her thighs, wonering if she had pushed Harold too far too fast. Get with it, she wanted to shout, but kept quiet, enjoying the feel of his warm mouth around her pussy lips. Her hips twitched when Harold's tongue slipped between her lips, licking up and down between them. A sigh of pure delight escaped her mouth when she felt him suck on her lips as he licked them. Harold was getting excited as he explored the feel and taste of Ginger's pussy. Her lips felt sort of rubbery in his mouth and smooth, very smooth, and a little wet, but nice and warm. He closed his eyes and let his mind concentrate on the sensations his mouth was sending to his brain. A little shiver ran over his body when he came to accept the fact that he liked what he was doing. And if this feels good, what will it feel like to have his tongue inside her pussy? He had goose bumps just thinking about having his tongue inside her. What would it feel like? Would there be any taste? Ginger squirmed on the bed as Harold licked and sucked her pussy lips. She licked her lips as she felt wave after wave of pure lust flow over her body. She wanted this more than she had imagined. I hope he gets into fucking my pussy with his tongue. She need not have worried. Harold did not disappoint her. Slowly, cautiously, he licked around her vaginal opening, then, tentatively, pressed his tongue into the opening. He had not been prepared for what happened. Ginger's pussy automatically clutched at his tongue, pulling at it, sucking on it. Without thinking she raised her hips, fucking at Harold's mouth. She moaned softly as his tongue was forced more deeply into her love hole. Harold looked up, afraid her had hurt her. "It's OK, Harold. I'm moaning because it feels so good. I want more of it. Put your pillow under my butt. You can get deeper inside me. Would you like that?" To her delight Harold did exactly as he was told. She was purring to herself as she spread her thighs once again. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on Harold's excited tongue fucking at her pussy. Harold, for his part, found himself in a sexual place he had never thought he would be. Ginger's warm, moist quivering vagina wrapped around his tongue was getting him turned on as nothing had before. His cock was rubbing on the sheet and he was afraid he would cum just from that and so he forced himself to be still, letting his tongue be the only thing in motion. He jerked his eyes open when he felt Ginger put her hand on her tummy, a finger touching something just above where he was shoving his tongue in and out. He, like many men who grew up at the time he did, had not a clue about female anatomy. He knew a cunt was a hole for a cock, but that was it. Ginger could not control herself. Harold's tongue in her pussy was getting her hotter and hotter. An orgasm was right there; all she needed to do was to give her clit a little rub. Harold was startled and almost stopped fucking her pussy with his tongue. He probably would have were it not for Ginger's other hand, now holding his head forcefully against he pussy. "Oh God! Yessss. Harold. Keep tongue fucking my pussy," she gasped out to him as she raised and lowered her hips in synch with Harold's fucking tongue. Harold was wide eyed at Gingers behavior. He had never seen a woman orgasm before and her moaning and the way her body shook startled and excited him. Excited him because he knew he had a part in the way Ginger was behaving. He liked knowing that he was getting her off, because he finally realized what was going on with Ginger. Nothing he had learned from jacking off compared to how it felt to have Ginger orgasm with his tongue in her pussy. A pussy that was now tight around his tongue, vibrating, pulsing like nothing he had ever felt before. Without thinking Ginger had squeezed her thighs against Harold's head, mashing his cheeks, holding him in her grip, holding him with his tongue driving in and out of he pussy as her orgasm ran its course. Gasping for breath she released her hold on his head and opened her thighs. "Whew. That was great, Harold." Harold looked up at her, loving the sight of her flat tummy, her sexy strands of pubic hair, and her pert tits with her little strawberry-like nipples standing out so stiff and hard. "I'm glad, Ginger. I'm glad it was good for you." She tousled his hair and stroked his cheek with her fingers. "It was better than good, Harold. It was fantastic. The best ever. Thank you. You were great." Harold beamed, his face flushing from her praise. Ginger was usually yelling at him for something or other and the heartfelt way she expressed her thanks made his heart swell and beat faster. He wanted to please his sister, always had, always had looked up at her and never felt he measured up. Tanya's Lucky Day Now, for the first time, he was doing something that pleased her, made her happy, made her think of him as something more than a pain in the ass. "I'm glad, sis. I'm so glad I could do something that made you feel good. Let me do it again, please Ginger." Ginger smiled at him and then raised a leg, rubbing it along a cheek. He's telling the truth, she thought, as she looked at him. He really wants to please me. He wants his tongue in my pussy. She had never thought of Harold as anything more than a nuisance: something she had to take care of when he was a baby, someone who had to be allowed to tag along when she went to play with her friends. For the first time she saw him for what he was, a young man who loved her and wanted to please her. Her smile became warmer, her hand stroking his head more gentle as she felt his love for her. Gently she pulled his mouth to her pussy. "Harold, when you jack off you shoot something from your dick. I do the same thing. Kiss my pussy and lick it and you will feel what I shoot off." She held her breath as Harold did as she asked. Will he reject the feel of her cum? Would he taste it? It excited her more than she thought it would to have Harold taste her cum. Her pussy pulsed as she waited for Harold to act. Her vagina spasmed when she felt Harold's warm mouth pressed to her pussy lips once again. His tongue, licking cautiously up and down her slit sent shivers over her body. She closed her eyes in the sheer joy of his tongue when he slipped it between her lips and began to lick up her cum. She stroked his head gently as she told him, "That's nice, Harold. I like that. It feels so good to have you lick up my cum." Harold's response was to begin to tongue fuck her pussy once again. He loved the feel and taste of her cum, loved the way her body acted when she got off, and he wanted to feel and taste it all over again. "Harold. Are you trying to make me cum again?" Harold looked up at her, admiring again the sight of her youthful body, loving the sight of her. He grinned at her, "Yeah. I am." And he did and she did. "Harold," Ginger asked him after this second cum. "Would you like to lick where I was rubbing just now? "I would sis. That seems to really send you over the edge." "Its my clitoris, Harold. My clit, and it is the most sensitive part of my body. It's like your dick. When I rub my clit I can cum. You tongue inside my pussy is great and I could cum just from that but I cum faster when I rub my clit." Harold nodded. He was learning for the first time about a woman's clit and he liked what he was learning. "OK. What do I do?" "Lick up between my pussy lips until you find a little knob sticking up." Harold did as he was told and the feel of her clit under his tongue sent another wave of lust over his body. "Lick it, Harold, and when you feel like it, put your lips around it and suck it in and out of your mouth." Harold felt very grown up when he began to lick at Ginger's clit, more than grown up. He felt as if he were now someone Ginger could appreciate. While he wanted to please her, he found that he was getting pleasure from tongue-fucking her pussy and licking her clit. He closed his eyes to better to concentrate on the feel of this little prick, as he thought of her clit, under his tongue. It was stiff and yet soft. He experimented with his tongue, running it up and down her clit and then round and round it. Once he looked up at Ginger to see her reaction. His heart almost burst with pleasure and excitement when he saw her licking her lips, her head moving from side to side. She really digs this. Uncertainly he put his mouth around her clit and sucked it inside, then pushed it out. The light went off in his head as he recognized he was French kissing her clit. He flushed, remembering how often he had kissed a girl this same way. Did the girls he kissed know the real meaning of French kissing? He would have to find out. "Yeah, Harold. That's...that's really good." It excited Harold to hear Ginger begin to pant, her breathing becoming more and more shallow and short. Experimentally, he licked gently at her clit when he sucked it in and out of his mouth. Ginger's body jerked and she put her hands gently to Harold's head. "Oh God Damn, Harold. That is out of sight. I'm going to cum soon." Harold recognized the signs from Ginger's first orgasm; the short fast breathing, the twitching of her body, the way her hands gently at first, then more strongly held his mouth to her sex; first her pussy, now her clit. Her cum this time was wilder, more exciting. I did it, he thought. I did this. He was so happy he could burst. "Harold," Ginger panted, "slowly, gently, make it last. Yes. Like that." If anything, Harold was more excited knowing that he could keep Ginger cumming. It was great to get her to cum but even more thrilling to be able to use his tongue and mouth to keep her orgasm alive. When the last wave of sexual delight had passed Ginger caressed Harold's head and cheeks. "That was out of sight, Harold. Awesome. Now. Let my clit rest. It is very sensitive after I cum." Harold moved his mouth down to her pussy lips, sucked on them, cleaned them. Then he slid his tongue between them, licking at her cum, loving he way her vagina played with his tongue, the feel of her smooth vaginal walls around his tongue, warm, moist, filled with her cream. Having cleaned her pussy Harold moved his tongue up to her clit and began to lick it again. Ginger closed her eyes; letting the good feelings wash over her body. God. He wants me to cum again. Her mind raced at the thought of having Harold between her thighs, licking at her clit. But it was getting late and denying him might make him more eager. Making up her mind, Ginger put her hands on his shoulders and tugged at him, "Time for that fuck, my darling pussy eater. If you want to suck my clit another time we can work it out, but now you deserve the fuck I promised you." Harold was reluctant to leave her clit, but also wanted to have his dick where his tongue had been. He felt so manly when, having moved upward on Ginger's body, he felt her hand grasp his stiff rod. Rubbing it softly along her slit she moistened the head. Then, her hands on his ass guiding him, she helped Harold get his cock inside her. "Easy Harold. You have a grown up tool there." Harold almost came just from having his cock inside Ginger's pussy. And when he felt her vagina doing to his cock what it had done to his tongue he lost it and started to cum. Ginger raised and lowered her ass, pulling on his jerking cock, milking the last drop of cum from him. Harold's body sagged against hers. He buried his face in her shoulder, his cock continuing to jerk in her pussy. "God. That was great." Ginger let her vagina play with his cock, bringing it back to attention. God. It is wonderful to have an eighteen-year-old cock, she thought. I wonder how many times he can make it? "Harold. Can you cum a second time?" Harold pulled his face from her neck and grinned at her. "At least twice. Once I jacked of until my blood came from the end of my dick. I think I made if five times that day." Ginger kissed him lightly on the lips. "I don't want to draw blood from you, but if you want to you can fuck me again. This time I'll use my finger on my clit and I'll cum with you." Harold was more relaxed as he joined Ginger in fucking. The first cum, he had just lay on top of her and let her vagina do all the work. This time he raised and lowered his hips, keeping time with the way Ginger did the same. It felt so good to feel her pull on his cock, her vagina sucking and squeezing his dick. Ginger masturbated herself and when she judged Harold was ready to cum, increased the pace. His jerking cock spewing his cum into her hot vagina created a second wave of sexual joy for her. "Wow, Harold. You are a quick learned. That was great." Harold beamed as he listened to Ginger. "You are something else yourself, Ginger. And it is exciting to feel your hand between us. I get a real charge knowing we are working together to get each other off." Harold's young dick worked its magic once more. When he had stopped spewing his cum inside her and his dick had stopped jerking, Ginger slid out from under him and sat on the bed. She kissed him lightly on the mouth. "That was great little brother. When you are up to it, let me know and we'll do it again." He was up to it the next night, and every night Ginger worked. They were lovers until she married. Harold cried at the wedding, partly because he was happy she was marrying a man she loved and also because he was being deprived of a sex partner who loved having her pussy eaten and fucked as much as he did. The light knock on his office door brought Harold out of his reverie, out of the dream he had created; his head between Ginger's thighs, his tongue on her clit. "Come in. Take a seat," he called out to the unknown voice on the other side of his office door. His heart sank when he saw Tanya Henderson sit in the chair next to him. Tanya was the only student he would fail this semester and it irritated him. He was angry because he felt that Tanya could pass his course easily if she would only pay attention and work on it. Also angry because he felt he had failed as a teacher. She's a pretty girl, he thought as he looked at her. His eyes were drawn to her chest and his cock came unfolded as he saw that she was not wearing a bra. Her erect nipples were pressed against the cloth of her sweater. His eyes moved down and he saw what had to be the shortest mini skirt ever made. She sat with her thighs opened just a bit and he could see her panties easily. Guiltily, he jerked his head up and put a smile on his face. "And what can I do for you Tanya?" Tanya smiled her most seductive smile. "I know I'm failing your course, Professor. I hope it is not too late to turn things around. Tell me what I can do to pass." Harold heard the sexual innuendo behind the words and for a moment was tempted but he looked at the open door. Right across the hall from his office was Professor Eloise Fraser a dedicated feminist who abhorred any hanky panky between student and faculty. She had snitched on a friend of Harold's who was having an affair with a student and it had cost the man his job. Patiently he went over techniques of study for Tanya. "I've done that professor. I don't seem to get the material." Harold dragged out more study skills from his repertoire and Tanya once again told him she had tried these methods and failed. She scooted forward in her chair and opened her thighs wider; making sure Harold had a good view of the crotch of her tiny bikini panties. Harold drew in a breath as he looked longingly at the girl's pussy, clearly outlined behind the gossamer cloth of what had to be the sheerest panties ever made. He lifted his eyes to her face. "I don't know what else to suggest Tanya. You just have to apply yourself." Tanya, her face earnest, put a hand on Harold's thigh as she told him, "I'll do whatever you want for a passing grade Professor. Anything." She held his eyes with hers, eyes full of promise. Harold licked his lips; letting his eyes roam over her youthful body. God. How sexy this twenty-year old girl is. All the pent up yearning for a fulfilling sexual experience flooded his mind. He took a pencil and wrote on a notepad on his desk. "Anything? If that is a yes, meet me here at five. Professor Fraser is listening to every word we say." Tanya looked at the notepad and smiled at him. She stood up and leaned over, letting her lips touch his lightly as she took his hand and held it to her crotch, letting him feel her heat. She leaned over and put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, her breath warm, her voice full of sexual promise. "Yes. Anything." No sooner had Tanya left his office it opened again; this time to a young, attractive redhead: Professor Fraser. Surprised at her you when she was hired he discovered that she was a leading expert in her field, microbiology, and had more publications than anyone in her field. Her thesis and dissertation had been published and were both among the most cited publications in her field. She became a good friend, though her zealousness regarding feminism got a bit wearing. Harold thought of himself as being a very liberal man but her obsession over student/faculty relations had become tiresome. "I'm very proud of you, Harold." Harold was startled by the abrupt way Eloise entered his office. He was not surprised that she had been listening to his conversation with Tanya but startled by her outburst. "Ah. Well. Thank you Eloise. We can't condone the sort of thing she implied when she talked with me about her grade. Eloise Fraser snorted. "Implied? She all but took off her clothes and raped you in your chair. You were very firm and ignored her invitation. Good for you. I wish more of our colleagues could keep their zipper closed." "Thank you Eloise. I just did what needed to be done." After Fraser left Harold went to a rental car company and picked up a sub compact, the cheapest car he could find, paying cash. His next stop was a motel on the outskirts of town where he rented a room for the night, using an assumed name and paying cash again. When Tanya showed up, five o'clock on the dot, he escorted her to the car and drove them toward the motel. "We need somewhere private, Tanya, to get your grade up." Tanya was surprised. In her mind she was going to sit on his lap and fuck him or lie on his desk and let him fuck her. What did he have in mind, she wondered. I hope he is not some kind of pervert who would hurt her. When they were inside the room Harold had rented Tanya started to unbutton her blouse. She was ready to get this over with, expecting Harold to be getting undressed also. Harold shook his head and took her by the hand, leading her to a chair. He sat down and put her on his lap. "Are you in a hurry?" Tanya looked at him quizzically, surprised by his approach. "Well. No. I just thought..." Harold shushed her, not letting her finish her sentence. "Let's enjoy our time together, not rush things." One arm around her shoulders, the other around her waist, he pulled her to him and kissed her. Tanya was again surprised and rethought her expectations. OK, she thought. If he wants some romance, I'll give it to him. Anything, I told him and anything and everything he'll get. Opening her mouth, she sucked on his tongue, which had been sliding sexily along her lips. Harold was thrilled to feel Tanya respond as she did. Slowly he tongue fucked her mouth at the same time letting his hands cares her; one hand moving lightly over her breasts, tummy, and thighs the other moving just as softly, lovingly over her back and ass. His tongue in her mouth and hands on her body began to turn Tanya on. She had not expected this; had prepared for a quick fuck, maybe a blowjob. She let her mouth and lips do her talking; let herself enjoy this horny man. And he was horny. She could feel his cock pressed into her ass and it felt like a very nice tool. Harold was horny, but had no intention of letting this opportunity to have a sexual experience that satisfied his craving turn into a quickie. He unbuttoned her blouse with one hand and opened it. Breaking the kiss he put his face to the valley between her pert 34C breasts. He kissed and licked her there while his hand was caressing her breasts through her bra. He lifted his face from her youthful mounds. "You smell good." Removing her blouse, he put it on a nearby chair. His hands had her bra on the chair in a moment. He dropped his head and suckled one nipple, his hand rubbing the other breast, bringing her nipple to a pointed firmness. Tanya was now into it. She put her hands to his head, cradling his head as he sucked and licked at her nipples and breasts. Her pussy began to juice. God, she thought, he is famished. It feels as if he is going to have my whole breast in his mouth. Harold would have if he could. Tanya's tits tasted so good; so firm, so pliant, so full of youthful sexuality. He sucked and licked her and let a hand wander down her tummy toward the hem of her skirt. Tanya squirmed on his lap and opened her legs as his hand moved downward. Yes. Damn. Yes. Finger me, she almost screamed. She was ready to explode. Harold pressed his hand to the crotch of her panties, reveling in the soft wetness of the cloth. He licked his lips as his hand rubbed her pussy through her panties. Tanya's breathing was now becoming labored as her sexual temperature rose. If he keeps this up I'm going to cum. As if reading her mind, Harold lifted her off his lap and removed her skirt. When Tanya stepped out of her shoes he pulled her panties down and off of her body. His eyes devoured her, sending little tingling thrills over her body. He looks positively hungry, she thought. And at this thought her body was covered with goose bumps. Not many of her sex partners ever ate her pussy and those who did were pretty inept. Perhaps the professor was an exception. There is one way to find out. Harold was kneeling on the floor as he finished removing her panties. Tanya, her pussy on fire, pulled his face to her crotch. Her knees buckled when he kissed and licked at her pussy. Tanya spread her legs and put her hands to his head, bracing herself as Harold buried his tongue inside her. "Oh God, professor. That feels so good." Harold looked up and grinned at her then stood up and picked her up in his arms. He had, when he rented the room, pulled the bedding back and placed a pillow midway down the bed. He placed Tanya on the bed, her ass on the pillow, took off his clothes, and crawled between her thighs. "Are we working on a D now, professor," Tanya asked saucily as she spread her thighs. "Perhaps a D minus, Tanya." Harold let his eyes take in the sight of this youthful pussy, pussy lips that were red, full of her overheated blood, little drops of her precum covering them, making them shine in the overhead light. He kissed and licked her inner thighs, almost touching her lips. Closing his eyes, he let his mouth and tongue guide him. Slowly he licked and kissed her sensitive thighs and then put his mouth to her pussy lips. Tanya's body quivered from his loving mouth and tongue. No boy she had fucked had ever treated her pussy as anything more than an opening for a cock. This was special. She licked her lips in anticipation and lifted her knees as she spread her legs, giving Harold greater access to her. Harold ran his hands up and down her thighs as he moved his mouth to her pussy. He opened his mouth wide and placed his lips around hers. His body shuddered as he felt for the first time in years a woman's pussy in his mouth. He sucked on her lips and then ran his tongue up and down them, licking one and then the other. Tanya's body was on fire. A low moan of sexual pleasure escaped her mouth. She put her hands to his head, letting her fingers massage his scalp gently. Her voice full of the passion she felt, she told Harold. "That feels so good, so damn good." Her hands on his head sent shivers over Harold's body. He had missed the intimate way Ginger had used her voice and hands to let him know how much she liked what he was doing between her thighs. It felt so good to feel Tanya's hands on his head. He put his hands to her thighs and held them tightly against his cheeks, loving the feel of being trapped within their embrace, being almost a part of her. Tanya sighed, letting her fingers and thighs tell him what he wanted to know. He is something else. Her head moved from side to side excitedly as he continued to suck and lick at her pussy lips. Tanya's Lucky Day When his tongue was between her outer lips she lifted her hips, shoving her pussy at his face. She wanted to feel his tongue inside her. Harold responded as she hoped he would, sliding his tongue between her guardian lips and into her sucking vagina. Tanya was almost panting when she felt his tongue slide in and out of her hot pussy. Her vaginal walls, so soft, so warm, moist and so full of her tender sexuality grasping at his tongue sent his sexual temperature soaring and almost caused him to cum. He removed his hands from her thighs and cupped them under her ass, holding her pussy to his face. Tanya was also on the verge of an orgasm. Harold's nose was brushing against her clit as he thrust his tongue in and out of her vagina; sending little precum shivers over her body. She grasped his head more firmly in her hands, holding his mouth to her pussy, pulling at it so that his nose would rub her clit more forcefully. Harold was overjoyed at the way Tanya was responding to his tongue fucking of her pussy. Her silky pubic hair surrounding her inner lips was tickling his nose. He had wondered if he would ever feel that sensation again. He was so pleased that Tanya was doing more than just lie there and let him get her off. Her hands on his head, moving it, directing his mouth and nose were more than he had hoped for when he planned this liaison. "I'm going to make it," Tanya cried out, her hands on his head used him as if he were a dildo. She could not believe what was happening, that she was getting herself off with a man's nose while his tongue was buried in her pussy. She was panting now and her body shook and then became rigid as her orgasm swelled from her loins. "Yessss. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. I love the feel of your nose on my clit. This is too much. Ahhhh. Damn this is good." Harold's almost shot off himself. The feel of Tanya's childlike body responding so fully was a high he had missed for all too long. Tanya, her orgasm fading, held Harold's face to her crotch, loving the feel of his mouth and tongue kissing and lapping at her sex. Her fingers caressed his head and cheeks as she murmured to him, "Oh. That was awesome. Out of sight. I don't know what grade I am getting but you are an A+." She lifted his head from her crotch and smiled at him, her fingers tracing a soft outline around his mouth. Her pussy juiced anew when he kissed and licked at her fingers. God. He is wonderful. "Thank you, professor, for a lesson I will near forget." Harold grinned at her as he kissed and licked at her fingers, his hands caressing her body wherever they could reach. He kissed and licked at her mound, loving the feel of her silky pubic hair under his lips. He felt so at home. Silently he dropped his mouth to her engorged lips. His tongue drove once again into her pussy as he licked at her tasty cum. His mouth around her lips, he sucked at her, pulling her cum from her vagina, savoring the taste and feel of it entering his mouth and sliding down his throat. Tanya's pussy spasmed from the attention of his loving mouth. Oh. I hope there is more of this before we fuck. And there was more. Harold moved his mouth from her lips to her clit and licked and sucked it gently until Tanya once more was writing on the bed as an orgasm wracked her body. Harold, having found himself in sexual heaven, stayed between Tanya's soft thighs, bringing her off over and over again. Finally, his mouth and tongue tired, though he wanted to feel her cum from what his mouth and tongue could do, he moved his body upward, positioning himself so his cock was over her sopping pussy. Tanya grasped his rigid pole with one hand, rubbing the bulbous head up and down her slip, lubricating it with her cum. "Slowly, professor, please. I'm no virgin, but I've not been with a man with as much as you have." Slowly it was until Harold's nine inches of fat, hard cock were buried in Tanya's willing pussy. He had to control himself to keep from cumming as Tanya used her sexual experience to play with his hard cock with her talented vaginal muscles. "Let me," she told him as he began to raise his hips. "You have treated me. Let me treat you." And she did, raising and lowering her hips, fucking him until he orgasmed. His hot cum sent a thrill of excitement over her body as it shot into her. The heat of his cum and the force of it sent her over the edge and she also orgasmed. Harold's cock began to wilt but Tanya would have none of it. Her vagina squeezed his cock, massaging it back to attention and this time they fucked in synch until they made it once more. Harold rolled off of Tanya and lay on his back next to her. Tanya cuddled against him, loving the feel of his muscular body next to hers. She was worn out from sex. Nothing she had ever experienced equaled this. Just then her cell phone rang. Harold's body jerked as if he had been shot. What the hell? Who knew Tanya was here? Am I being set up? Is this some sort of blackmail scheme? All these thoughts flashed across his brain. He felt panicky and frightened. Tanya saw the fear in his eyes and told him, "It's OK. It's my roomie. I told her I was going to see a movie with a friend. I have to talk to her." Tanya got her phone from her purse. "Hi Jan. Yes. Everything is OK. No. We did not go to a movie. I'm at his place. No. Don't save anything for me. We'll get something to eat. Thanks for calling. I'm not sure when I'll be home. Don't wait up for me. Bye now." She put the phone away and turned to Harold, who still looked fearful. "My roomie and I have an understanding. When we go out with someone we have not dated before we give each other three hours and then call. If the person on the date does not answer we wait fifteen minutes and call again. If there is no answer we call the police." Harold sighed, his face expressing the relief he felt. He nodded. "That's a good idea. You are smart women. I didn't know what to think when the phone rang." Tanya hugged him. "I understand. Now. You know what. I am hungry." Harold nodded. "Me too but I need a shower. Should we eat and then shower or shower and then eat." Tanya saw his eyes move to her pussy. She slapped him playfully. "You nasty dirty old man. I see what is on your mind. You want to shower and eat and then eat." Harold's face flushed and then he put his head back and laughed, a hearty, happy laugh that filled the room. "OK, Tanya. Let's call for takeout and then shower. We will be finished by the time the food arrives." Tanya kissed him on the cheek. "I saw a Chinese place down the street when you drove here. You game for Chinese?" Harold nodded and found the Chinese restaurant menu in a list the motel provided of nearby restaurants. They conferred over the menu and Harold called in the order. They soaped and washed each other, enjoying the touch, the feel, and the joy of each other's body. After their meal they dressed and Tanya once again sat on his lap. Her eyes twinkling mischievously, Tanya said "Harold. I can call you Harold now, can't I." A smile spread across Harold's face. "I think that is appropriate since we have been, ah, what's the right word. Ah, intimate with each other?" Tanya chuckled. "Yes. I'd say that is the right word. Anyway. You have made me the happiest woman in the world. No man has treated me as you have." Harold looked at her, a serious expression on his face. "Tanya. I have a proposition for you." "Oh? There's a hitch? I have not made the grade? Harold shook his head. "No. No. Good grief. You have an A for performance and an A for effort. He nuzzled her neck, kissing her softly. No, Tanya. It's...It's. Look. You are not some dumb floozy. I looked up your record." Tanya's eyes widened. "You looked up my record? Whatever for?" "I wanted to know something more about you than that you were failing my class and were willing to trade sex for a grade." Tanya flushed. "God. I feel so ashamed I did that. I've never done that before." Harold kissed her lightly. "It's OK. Forget that. You were an honor student in high school and for some reason maybe you don't even know, you decided to blow off college. Tanya flushed as she nodded, thinking back as to her freshman year when she decided she was now a grown up woman and could do what she wanted. And she was tired of being a geek. "I did blow it off and I regret that now." "It's not too late. Here is what I am offering. I have an apartment two blocks from the university. I rented it to get away so I could work in peace." Tanya pinched his cheek. An impish look on her face, Tanya told him, "Yeah. I bet. How did you spell piece? And why aren't we there now instead of this motel?" Harold, his face reddening went on. "Do you want to turn things around so you can have a future after you graduate? What do you want to do after graduation?" Tanya was thoughtful. "Yes. I would love to have a decent record when I graduate. I want to do something for people who can't fight the system. I'd like to work as a community social worker but I would need a MSW and I'll never get in grad school with my record." "I can get you in, if you ace this semester. And I think you can. You have the smarts and if you are willing to work I will work with you. I have former students who are department heads of MSW programs. They owe me and I can get you in." Tanya looked at him in surprise. "You would do that for me? What's the proposition?" Harold, a shit-eating grin on his face, went on. "We meet at my apartment at noon each school day. We both have morning schedules and nothing in the afternoon we can't get around, I'm sure. We make love for an hour, shower, and then you study. I'll help you. You can ace this semester if you try. We're only two weeks in and you have plenty of time to turn it around." Tanya's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open. 'You're serious, aren't you?" "I am. Dead serious I want you to get that MSW and, if you read Eric Fromm you'll know I also love you. We can do this." Tanya hugged him, her eyes brimming with tears. Harold drove her to her sorority house, slouched down in the car, a hat low on his face to conceal his identity. They kissed briefly and Tanya opened the car door and let herself out and walked to the sorority house. She turned and blew him a kiss just before she opened the door. She told her roommate all about the evening. They shared everything and Tanya knew better than to keep the evening to herself. The only thing she did not do was reveal the name of her lover. Tanya and Harold did meet the rest of the semester and Tanya made the Dean's Honor Role that semester, to the surprise of everyone who thought they knew her. Harold did get her into a MSW program and she earned her degree. After graduation she moved to a large city where she fulfilled her dream. Harold returned to his life of misery at home and fruitful research at work, missing Tanya more than he had imagined. A year after Tanya left there was a tentative knock on Harold's office door. "Come in," he called out. A tall, willowy, blond entered and sat on the chair Tanya had once filled. "My name is Inge Sundstrum. Tanya Henderson and I were sorority sisters." Harold felt a sinking feeling, wondering what Tanya had told this young woman. "Yes. I remember Tanya." Inge, a look of shear misery on her face, told him. "Tanya told me how you helped her get her act together after having made a mess of her first three years here." Harold nodded. "Yes. We did work together. She wrote me the other day and told me she was doing well in grad school." "She wrote me also and chewed me. She told me that I could do what she did if I tried and that if I came to you and told you I was serious about getting my act together you were the person to help me." Harold was taken aback and searched Inge's face for some hidden meaning, some clue that Tanya had spilled the beans about their sexual liaison. But there was nothing there he could discern. He chewed on his lower lip, his mind racing. 'Let me look up your record. I want to see what you have done and get some idea as to what you can do. Come back next Monday at this time." He was not surprised to find that Inge's high school record was similar to Tanya's, expecting that Tanya knew what she was doing when she told Inge to come see him. Did she also expect him to become Inge's lover? The next Monday he told Inge to come to his office on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon when neither of them had classes. "If you apply yourself, I'm sure you can improve your grades significantly. If you do, I'll help you get into a graduate school, if that is your desire." Inge and Harold did become lovers. There were too many interruptions for them to be able to concentrate on her studies. They moved to his apartment and one thing led to another and the end result was that Harold was able once again to have a sexual partner who understood his needs. Inge graduated, not with honors, but with Harold's high recommendation, was able to get admitted to a grad program in sociology. The chair of the department was a former student of his. Harold sort of hoped the chain would continue after Inge graduated. He missed her long legs and blond pussy, for she was a natural blond. A year later there was a knock on his door and a small young woman, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and the olive skin typical of people from the Mediterranean. Yes. This young woman needed help and Harold was able to help her, and many others before he retired. He was considered a miracle worker by his colleagues and a savior by those students he helped in the chain that began with Tanya Henderson.