7 comments/ 41782 views/ 63 favorites Professor In Over His Head By: m_storyman_x Let's face it. Every college professor knows that the fastest way to get escorted off campus for good is to have sexual relations with one of your students, undergraduate or graduate. That isn't saying that a professor can't have sex with a student, just not one that he has in his class, or who works for him. This is one of the biggest no no's that every faculty member who values his or her job has to keep in the forefront of their mind. As a faculty member at a Midwestern university well known for its partying, it's not all that unusual to have a student make requests to "improve" their grade by means other than diligent intellectual effort. As a general rule they always get the same answer, unless they plan on sleeping with every boss they'll ever have, they might as well get used to being evaluated on their intellectual performance rather than their bedroom performance. This rarely sits well with the student desperate to pass after not putting in the needed effort, but it does keep one out of trouble. Not all students that come by for special assistance are doing so because they are struggling in class or even need any kind of additional help with their grades or assignments. Sometimes, for reasons I have never quite understood, some young ladies are just attracted to older men, or to particular older men. These students are always the most difficult to deal with because they are easily hurt, and hurt students often do things to hurt those they perceive as having wronged them. More than one faculty member has been accused of things that never happened, by a student who wanted things to happen that didn't. It was obvious to me after only a few weeks in my class that Sara was one of these students. Extremely bright, excellent work ethic, always on time for class and always on time with her assignments. Those are traits I like to see in all students, but where I grow concerned is when the office visits start becoming extremely frequent. Requests for help in homework problems that she clearly understands, stopping by to drop off "innocent" little gifts, like a piece of chocolate or a funny cartoon found in the paper, all these add up to a young lady clearly infatuated with a professor who is more than twice her age. I've always tried hard to learn something about as many of my hundred plus students as I could, but reality often rears its ugly head. I learn maybe twenty of my class, those that sit in the front and are extremely attentive, and those who sit in the very back and think they are trying to slide by without being noticed. Sara definitely fit the first of those two groups. She sat in the front of the class, always attentive, never doing anything provocative or overt. It was almost like she was concerned about keeping her feelings for me from everyone else. By mid semester she was stopping by twice most days, sometimes just to wave hello in my door and other times to stop and sit for a "chat" for a few minutes. I had tried to gently push her away, letting her know that I appreciated her studiousness in class, but that she should probably find other things to occupy her time than frequently visiting my office. Her response was that it was "not out of the way" and she just enjoyed poking her head in to see me. All in all she tried to make it seem very innocent, but I could tell by the slightly more revealing dress she wore almost every lecture that it was growing quickly out of control. Her clothing had gone from conservative, to revealing to downright slutty at times. I was going to have to do something, and soon! Dr Hanna, as her students called her, because they frequently stumbled on the Chinese pronunciation of her last name, was a relatively new addition to our department. This was only her third year, which didn't make her an ideal choice to take this kind of a problem to, but I knew that she also had Sara in her class. She was also one of the faculty advisors for the Zeta Tau Alpha sorority, of which I was reasonably sure Sara was a member. Between the two sets of interactions with Sara I thought she might already have some rapport with the young lady. "Hanna!" I said pleasantly as I stepped into her office. She looked up at me with her large dark brown eyes, which always seemed to accentuate softness of her facial features. "Gregory? What can I do for you today?" She asked pleasantly, pushing back from her desk and leaning back in her office chair as I stepped around her desk to settle in a chair she kept for students to use. "I have a bit of a problem with which I'm hoping you might be able to help." I said quietly, trying not to stare at the short hemline of her gray skirt that had ridden up her thighs. My mind suddenly wondered if I were still standing in front of her desk, instead of sitting beside it, if the very short skirt had ridden up far enough to expose her underwear. For that matter I suddenly wondered just exactly what kind she wore, being single and half my age and all. My mind wondered if she wore some form of small thong panty or something more... demure. I pushed away the thoughts and finally responded to the reply she had long since formed. "Um, you have Sara Deshel in your class, don't you?" I asked, dragging my eyes from her creamy thighs up her body toward her face, pausing briefly on the cleavage displayed by the several open buttons on her gray silk blouse. It had always interested me just how large her breasts were, compared to most women of oriental descent, easily a full D cup or more. Damn what had she just said? "I'm sorry," I said, finally dragging my eyes up to her face. "I said, yes I do, is there a problem?" "Well, in a way. I know you've only been teaching a few semesters, but you do seem to do a lot with the Zeta sorority, so I thought you might be able to help with the young lady." "Oh? You want me to set you up on a date?" She asked, the corners of her lips turned up in a smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly around their upturned outer points. "Huh?" I asked stunned. "No, no. Just the opposite." I added as she laughed quietly. "I know. It's fine. Yes, Sara is one of mine. In fact, she's been in my office on a number of occasions oozing what I can only characterize as a rather intense desire to get into your pants." "Say WHAT?" "Oh not in so many words. But it's clear when she talks about you, which is surprisingly frequently, that she has much more than a passing interest in how you look, how you sound, how you move. Should I go on?" "Not really!!" I said emphatically. To say the turn the conversation had made was uncomfortable would be an understatement. "Oh, that's a shame. I thought maybe you'd enjoy hearing that she thinks you have a really cute butt, she likes the little bit of gray in your hair and oh yes, she fantasizes about just exactly how big that bulge in your pants would be if she could get it out." Hanna said with a devious little grin. "Oh lord." I groaned, thinking that this couldn't really get too much worse. "I have to admit, I wouldn't mind seeing either." Hanna added with a sigh. "See what?" I practically snapped. "What's making that." She said, nodding almost imperceptibly toward my lap where her eyes were currently glued. "What?" "The bulge in your pants. It is pretty large, isn't it?" Hanna asked with a smirk on her face. "To be honest, Sara hasn't made any secret of her desire to get to see you around the sorority. I know of at least half a dozen girls that have scoped you out. Personally I think I'd be flattered that I could still have that kind of impact on young ladies at your age." "Seriously? I'm fifty one! What the hell would a twenty something see in me?" "I'm a twenty something." She answered with the smirk still pasted on her face. "I hear older men are more experienced and can really treat you to some fantastic sex. I've always wondered if it were true. Might be interesting to find out." "Good lord Hanna! You're not helping!" I practically squeaked, feeling the heat in my face from my obvious embarrassment. "Oh goodness, you should see yourself. I can't think of the last time I was with a man that embarrassed that still had his pants on!" Hanna said laughing. "So you're just pulling my leg then? She really isn't going around talking about my butt and crotch?" I said feeling some relief. "Oh she most definitely is. I just think it's funny that you are so embarrassed by it. You're a good looking man. Good shape, no pot belly, well mannered, obviously sensitive. No, I can see why a younger woman might want to sample your wares, especially when you're turned on. You do have a pretty prodigious bulge in your slacks. I don't suppose you'd want to just whip it out and let me see, would you?" I sat for several seconds taking in her comments, more stunned than anything else. I didn't know whether to believe her or if she was just joking rather crudely. "I don't suppose you'd like to just pull your skirt up and your panties down and let me see you, would you?" She looked at me for several long seconds. "Maybe." She finally answered, the little grin coming back to her face. "At least I might if I were wearing any." She said as she swiveled her chair around to face me, her knees pointing almost directly toward me and slightly apart. "Oh lord." I said in frustration, getting up and walking from her office before the conversation could deteriorate any further and before I could let myself look up under the hem of her skirt, a view I suddenly realized she intended me to have. Now instead of having a single student apparently panting after me, I had one of my colleagues teasing me along those same lines. I walked into my own office and plopped down hard in my chair and rolled back under the desk to start working at my computer again. It took at least half an hour for me to get my mind off her legs and back to the tasks at hand. "Gregory," Hanna said quietly as she walked into my office, drawing my attention up from the computer screen to where she stood. "Oh, Hanna," I said, sitting back in my chair slightly. "I'm sorry about before. I just thought..." I was saying when she interrupted me. "Gregory... Greg." She said as she stepped around the side of my desk and sat on the corner, one leg resting on the desk pointed generally toward me, the other stiff and straight, propped against the floor to keep her from sliding off the small corner she had chosen. Her hands moved to her knee and rested there as she looked down at me. "I'm sorry I embarrassed you. I wouldn't have thought you were the embarrassable type." "Just caught me off guard, that's all. I thought maybe you could help me with Sara." "I'm quite sure I can, at least to some extent." She said, her fingers gently stroking her own knee. "You know, I wasn't just teasing earlier." "Teasing? Which part? That you wanted me to whip it out for you or that you weren't wearing any underwear?" I asked with a frown. "Fascinating that you should focus on those two particular statements. But since you've chosen them, let's go ahead and stick with em. How about the second first? Would you be interested to find out just exactly what kind of underwear I DO have on? Or was it an idle curiosity?" "Huh? I don't recall asking anything about your underwear," I answered a bit confused. "Oh you didn't ask, at least not in words. But I could see where your eyes were when you came into my office. They lingered a very very long time on my legs and on the hem of my skirt. In fact they stared there even longer than at my boobs." "I wasn't staring at your boobs!" I protested. She lifted one hand from her knee and reached up to the middle of her blouse, toying with the top buttoned button on the gray material, one several buttons down from the neckline, right between her breasts. "Really? I could have sworn you were staring at my breasts." She said in a slightly deeper tone, her fingers teasing the button out of its hole before sliding down to the next button down and teasing that one out of its hole as well. "I'm surprised. I'd pegged you as a tit man." She continued as she flicked that second button out of its hole and moved down to a third. "I personally think my breasts look pretty darn good." She flicked the third button open and slid down to the fourth, the last one above the waistband of her skirt and began teasing it as well. She grinned a little as she flicked that last button out of its hole, and moved her other hand up to the gaping blouse. "Hanna, I don't think..." I said, stopping in mid-sentence as she spread the front of her blouse apart exposing her bare skin from her navel all the way to her neck, her large breasts encased in a sheer tan bra that allowed me to see practically all of her, including her round puckered areola and her rigid nipples. She slid her hands up to her bra and squeezed her breasts together, letting her thumbs tease back and forth across her nipples. "I see that you really are a breast man." She said with a giggle. "At least it seems so by looking at that." "Huh? What?" I finally said, shaking my head slightly to get my brain back from where it was after staring at her practically bare tits. She nodded and looked toward my lap as she pulled the blouse closed over her breasts. I looked down and could see that my pants were bulging seriously as my cock tried unsuccessfully to grow further but was trapped, partially bent inside my briefs. "Oh damn!" I grunted, quickly covering the bulge with my hands. She slid forward on the desk, the hem of her skirt hiking up her thighs farther as she moved closer to me. I couldn't help but stare as the skirt slipped up as high on her thighs as it could, exposing a triangle of creamy skin at the juncture of her legs. With that slightly crooked grin she seemed to sport so very often she spread her legs apart further as she bent over, leaning toward me and reaching a hand out for mine. "Why don't you let me help you with that?" She cooed softly as she pushed my hands away and reached for my belt, my eyes staring at her completely shaved pussy now visible barely more than a foot in front of me. I'm still not sure why, probably just stunned shock I suppose, but I didn't lift a finger to stop her as she undid my belt, the button of my pants and then slid the zipper down. "Ohhhhh now this is nice." She practically whispered as she pulled the elastic waistband of my briefs away from my skin and reached down in, grasping her petite hand around my cock and gently drew it up and out until at least two thirds of it stuck out the top of my briefs. "Oh yes. Very nice! I can see why the girls are interested." She said in a husky voice as she gently stroked my still growing member. "I think we should..." I started to say, thinking that this was a rather dangerous position to be in, closed office door or not. "Yes I agree. I think we should definitely fuck." She said stepping closer and standing a bit more upright. She pushed the waistband of my briefs down as far as she could as she lifted her right leg over the left arm of my office chair. She let her weight rest partially on the arm as she pointed my cock at her pussy, partially covered again by her very short skirt. I could feel, more than see, her rub my engorged head between her lips, drawing moisture from her own pussy to lubricate my head, her incredibly soft wet lips teasing the tip of my head enticingly. She worked me deeper between her fat round shaved lips until I could feel my head bouncing across the entrance to her tunnel, my head trying to press up into her of its own volition. She reached the hand that had been holding my cock for the back of my chair and slid her body closer to me, resting both legs on the arms of my chair, my cock head still nestled into the entrance to her depths. As she lowered her weight down onto me I could feel my head press up into her, her tight tunnel resisting its advance until my mushroom head suddenly slipped up into her. "Oh my god, yes." We moaned softly in unison as she let even more of her weight down, pressing herself farther down my shaft. She let me slide up into her until my unlubricated shaft grabbed at her lips. Stopping and staring down at my eyes she started to slowly lift and lower herself on my lap, working me deeper into her tight tunnel with each new stroke. "Ohhhh god damn." She moaned when my engorged head pressed against her cervix, unable to take any more of my length inside. "So fucking big inside me." At that point I was beyond caring who walked in or why. I reached up and spread her blouse, tugging the delicate cups of her sheer bra down to free both her large soft breasts. I wrapped my hands around as much of them as I could and aimed one of her rigid nipples at my mouth as her arched her back in to push them closer to my face. Sucking it quickly into my mouth I swirled my tongue around the rigid nipple as she rode slowly up and down my shaft, her legs using the arms of my chair as levers and her hands holding the back of the chair behind my head for balance. "Ohhh my god. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm really fucking you in your office." She moaned softly as she continued to stroke up and down my shaft, my head banging into her cervix with each stroke. Her soft tunnel caressed my cock and sent warm tingles flowing though my body as her pace sped up with each passing minute. I knew I wasn't going to last long, I hadn't had any sex in quite a few months and the teasing she had done in her office had already primed the pump so to speak. Unable to hold back much longer, I grunted a warning to her, "I'm gonna come!" immediately going back to sucking and nibbling her left nipple. "Uh huh. Me too." She panted, as my cockhead slammed into her cervix over and over again. "UHHHHHHH!" I groaned as my body suddenly convulsed, jamming my cock hard up into her and pushing a hot gush of cum out into her pussy! "OH SHIT!" she squeaked loudly as her own body began to tremble, her strokes suddenly erratic and uncoordinated, her pussy clamping and spasming around my surging cock. "Ohhhhh god I'm coooooominnnng!" she breathed softly as she let her body rest on me, my cock spurting shot after shot of cum up into her pulsating pussy. I released her tit from my mouth, continuing to hold them both as I leaned back to catch my breath. She slowly leaned toward me, her forehead lowering until it rested on mine. "Oh my god I don't believe I just did that." She whispered. "I can't believe we just did that either. Damn." I agreed. "I suppose I should get off, huh?" "Well, the door isn't locked. Hell anyone could walk in and see you sitting on my lap like this." "Not to mention my tits hanging out." She said with a giggle, reaching to tuck her breasts back into the sheer bra as I let go of them. "Damn. I suppose you'd get a really big head if I told you I've occasionally fantasized about doing this, wouldn't you?" "No, but it would beg the question of why? I mean I haven't done anything that I can think of that would have encouraged it, have I?" I asked thinking back over my interactions with her over the last three years. "You mean besides staring at my legs and my boobs when you come into my office? Not a thing." I blushed a bit before responding, "I didn't know it was that obvious." "It is, but then the bulge in your pants after you do is pretty obvious too. Now I need to find something to stem the flow here." She said, twisting around on my lap and looking around on my desk and side table. I keep a roll of paper towels on my desk for napkins when I eat so I reached for the roll and ripped several off and handed them to her. "Ohhh lord that's a lot of cum!" she giggled as she lifted off of me and slipped the folded paper towels between us to catch the flood that was uncorked when she stood up. She hiked her skirt to her waist, bending slightly to look down at herself as she held the paper towels to her pussy to catch the flow, and in the process gave me a fantastic view of her completely shaved pussy and mound. Professor In Over His Head "Okay, while that's interesting, it doesn't explain why you'd fantasize about having sex with me! In my office no less!" I said, as I stood up in front of her to pull my underwear and pants back into position. "Well, that's easy." She said as she dropped her skirt down and tossed the paper towel toward the trashcan. Her fingers moved to her blouse and started to button up one at a time. "Last look?" she asked as she held the blouse apart for me to see her tits again before going back to buttoning. "That's easy?" I prompted. She looked at me almost as if she would much rather eat worms than explain herself. "You're not going to let me out of this, are you?" "Nope. Now give!" "A blow job? I'd love to!" she said with a giggle. "Come on Hanna. What is it you know that I obviously don't?" She drew in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh as she looked around, found the chair I kept in my office for students and pulled it over to my desk and sat down in it while I sat myself back down. She leaned back, looked at the ceiling and ran her fingers through her modestly long jet black hair. "Okay, I'll tell you but you gotta not give the girls a hard time. I promised not to tell." "Promised not to tell what?" I asked, almost irritated at her evasiveness as she tilted her head back down to look at me, her hands moving to her lap and nervously toying with the hem of her short skirt. "Well at first I thought it was just that you look similar and I wasn't sure if I should believe it or not, but now, well, any doubt has been erased." "Doubt? About what?" I prompted when she paused and seemed unwilling to continue. "If it was really you in that video." She said quietly. "I probably really shouldn't have watched it, but the girls insisted and well... It was kind of a turn on." "What video?" I asked, leaning forward in my chair toward her, anxious to hear just exactly what video I apparently was staring in at the sorority. "It's not like it's on the internet or anything. It's just something one of the girls recorded a couple years ago. Lord knows why. I mean that's the kind of thing you expect from a guy, but not one of the girls." "What video!?" I asked again more sternly. "It's just a little cell phone video. But it definitely does look like you. I have no idea who the woman is, but she is an awfully good looking woman." "Hanna!" "Okay fine!" she finally said. "It's a video of a guy on a beach along a river undressing and having sex with a really hot busty blond!" "Holy shit!" I groaned, leaning back in my chair and covering my face. I knew exactly what it had to be a video of. A young woman I took floating while my wife and I were separated. It was hot, we were both horny and we found a quiet little spot on the river and had some pretty good sex, for like about an hour straight. Not that I really wanted to screw that long, but well, I could and she wanted it. Neither of us expected to be seen let alone have someone video us. "So you know about it?" "The video? No way. The woman? Oh yeah. I know her, and where and when it was." I answered quietly. "and the girls have this and pass this around?" "Well, as far as I know it's only in our sorority. I guess one of the girls filmed it thinking it was funny that the guy looked a lot like her professor, then they decided it was you and have been keeping the video alive. The young lady that filmed it isn't here any longer, but it was said that you gave the woman at least half a dozen good orgasms over almost an hour of sex, both intercourse and oral. Is that true? Did you really?" "I think the half a dozen are an over estimate, but four for sure." I answered as my mind grappled with the sudden turn of events. "and this is why you wanted to have sex with me?" "Are you asking if I fantasized about being taken by you and fucked so completely that I came multiple times? Yeah, I did. I think every woman fantasizes about that to some extent." "And the girls are watching this video at the house? My god, how long is it?" "Oh the whole thing? About twenty minutes. I guess her phone memory was full after that." "Oh lord." I groaned. "I have to admit, you do seem to enjoy it, and it was pretty obvious that she loved several of the positions you used. I was surprised to see you stay hard that long." "It wasn't the first sex I'd had that day, so I could. Why am I explaining this to you? I should be demanding that the video be turned over to me and all the copies erased!" "I rather doubt that will happen. I mean you could never get all the copies!" "So who else knows about this video? Half the world?" "Oh NO! It's strictly with the girls and they have an agreement, no one outside the sorority gets to see or have it. I'm not exactly sure why or how, but to most of them it's like some kind of trophy." "Seriously? And I suppose that Sara's seen this video?" "Well, yeah. I've talked to her about it, but she seems to play it quite often, as do several girls." "Oh god." I groaned. "But not to worry! As long as they keep it under wraps what can it hurt?" "That's easy for you to say. It's not you on a video being used for personal amusement." "Well, no it's not, but then it could be fun to make one, especially with you." She said with a giggle before standing up. "So if you want my advice, you're just going to have to deal with it, it's not about to go away." "Yeah, great." I said, shaking my head as Hanna got up and headed toward the door. "See you later hot stuff!" she said, lifting her skirt to show me one creamy cheek before opening the door and walking out, leaving me wondering a lot of things, including how much help she'll be in getting Sara to back off. The rest of the day was quiet, as was the following day, without a visit from Sara. I wondered if Hanna had indeed talked with Sara and convinced her to back off. I knew that only time would tell, since I wasn't sure I wanted to go down and talk to Hanna again. Not that I didn't enjoy what she had done, I most certainly had, but I did have a professional reputation to be concerned with. Friday came and in the afternoon I headed to lecture, wondering if I would see Sara there and if so what her demeanor would be. I didn't have long to wait. As soon as I walked in I could see there was a difference. She wore a rather conservative dress that came down nearly to her knees. Her brown boots extended up her legs almost to her knees as well, leaving only a small amount of skin showing between them, and of course a modest amount of cleavage where the dress material seemed to cross over each other on her chest. All in all she looked rather attractive and much less slutty than she had for the last few weeks. After class Sara drifted away with the other students and didn't follow me to my office as she almost always had. I was pleasantly surprised and thankful that Hanna had talked to her and apparently gotten her to see reason. I headed back to my office and went back to work feeling more relaxed than I had in some time. I worked to well after dinner hour, wanting to finish the proposal I was working on, that was of course due Monday, so I could have most of the weekend free. Fall was definitely in the air and I had plans to take care of lots of pre-winter yard work, despite the forecast cool temperatures. As a result of my efforts it was well past dark and the hallways were mostly deserted by the time I was putting the finishing touches on the proposal, which was interrupted by the ringing of my office phone. "Robert," I said into the earpiece barely taking my attention from the paper on the monitor in front of me. "Professor G. I have a question on the homework and wondered if you had time to help me?" Sara said through the phone. "Oh, Hi Sara. Sure, what's the problem?" I answered her. "Well, I really need to show you. I'm not sure I can explain it. Are you still in your office?" She asked. "Honestly, it's way past time for me to be gone. I'm still here but plan on leaving in only a few more minutes." I answered, trying to avoid even the appearance of inviting her to my office at this hour. "No problem. It won't take long." She said just before the phone clicked off. Won't take long was an understatement. She walked into my office less than a minute later, making me wonder if she had been sitting someplace where she could see the light in my second floor office window. She walked in wearing the same wrap around dress and boots she had worn to class, letting her back pack slide off her shoulder to the floor as she reached out with the other hand and pushed the office door closed behind her. She let go of the backpack and straightened, stepping toward my desk as the office door latch clicked closed loudly. Without a word she stepped around the side of my desk, standing barely a foot from my chair and reached for the belt around her waist. Her eyes stared at mine as she fed the tail of the belt through the cloth covered buckle and let it slide around on its own until it hung by a single loop near her left hip. It only dangled there for a moment before its weight pulled a portion of the dress down and around her body, unwrapping the cloth from her. The remaining half of the dress, still wrapped around from her left shoulder around to her right hip slipped down and off the front of her body, the right side of the dress no longer holding the material snugly to her skin. With a quick shrug of her shoulders the material of the dress slipped off her shoulders and down her arms, pooling on the floor around her feet. I sat and stared, my mouth gaping open as she stood completely nude in front of me with the sole exception of her knee length boots. One foot at a time she lifted her feet to the arm of my chair placing her booted foot on it while she pulled the zippers down. As each foot was placed on my chair arm, the position of her leg allowed me to see her completely shaved pussy, her creamy smooth, full round outer lips, met together with only the slightest of separation and a hint of soft inner lips peaking at me. She pulled her feet from the now unzipped boots and stood as naked as the day she was born, inches from my chair. If I thought she was done with her exhibition I was mistaken. Reaching out she leaned over me, placing her left hand on the back of my chair and pushing it to swivel around to face her. Her right hand joined her left, one on either side of my head as she leaned her body closer to mine, her arched back thrusting her full C cup breasts and rock hard nipples toward my face. "I know you want me." She whispered as she leaned in closer to tease one of her nipples across my lips. "Take me. Put your big fat hard cock into my pussy and make me come like that woman on the river did. I saw how you made her feel, her whole body shaking and jerking on the gravel. I want to feel your cock inside me, filling me, stretching me, fucking me like you did her." "Sara..." "Shhhh you don't have to talk. It's just you and me. No one is ever going to know." She whispered, moving her left hand down to my pants to stroke my quickly growing cock through the material. "You know you want me. We both know you want to feel my young tight pussy wrapped around your long, fat, cock. I just want to make that happen, to feel you push deep inside me. You don't have to do anything. I'll do all the work." She said as she slid her hand from my cock to my belt, quickly working it loose. "Sara, this can get me in horrible trouble." I replied, reaching for her hand and clasping it in mine to stop her from opening my pants further. "No one will ever know. It's just between you and me. No one is forcing me and I'm not expecting you to change my grade or pay me or anything. I just want to feel you fill me up with your fantastic looking cock." She answered back, her hand pulling from between mine and going back to pulling my zipper down. "If you don't want to fuck me, I can just suck your cock for you. I know you're all turned on now, with me standing here naked and all." She added as she pulled back and knelt down in front of me, her hands tugging on my pants and briefs. "Sara, I can get fired for this!" I whispered more harshly than I intended. She paused her motions, my rock hard cock sticking up lewdly out of the gap in my pants, its head engorged purple, her eyes locked on it as small tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. "Come here." I said, suddenly feeling sorry for her and reaching a hand down to grasp under her arm. She stood up before me and climbed onto the chair, hooking her legs over the arms and resting her thighs on them to get herself as close to me as she could. I reached an arm around her and pulled her to me, her firm round breasts smashing to my face as she leaned into me. "I just wanted to feel you inside me. I don't want to get you in trouble." She whispered, her voice shuddering slightly. "I know, but it's just not a safe thing to do." I whispered, her soft tits rubbing on my face as she breathed and her hips rocking slightly, rubbing her wet pussy lips against my rigid shaft. We sat there for long seconds, her breasts teasing my cheek and her pussy teasing my cock, slowly dissolving whatever bit of resolve that I still had within me. As her hips rocked more I loosened my grip around her waist and allowed her even more movement, her soft round lips soon teasing the underside of my head. "Oh lord." I breathed softly as she rocked herself, sliding her dripping lips along my shaft and spreading her slick lubrication across my full length. "No." I protested softly as her hand wormed between us, her fingers finding my cock and lifting it as she levered herself up slightly on the arms of my chair with her thighs. "Yesssssss," she hissed softly as she pressed my head between her lips with her fingers and pressed herself down on the cone shaped head of my cock. I heard her grunt slightly as she forced herself down on my cock, the engorged head suddenly pushing its way through her opening and into her velvety soft vaginal tunnel. I could feel her hot wetness envelop me as she allowed herself to slowly sink down on me, her body expanding slowly to accommodate my girth and length. I heard little gasps and moans slip from her lips as she settled lower, finally coming to rest with her bare ass once again on my thighs, this time with my cock embedded fully inside her. "We really shouldn't be doing this." I protested halfheartedly as she levered herself up slightly and then let herself down again, drawing her up and down my shaft several inches. "I know." She moaned in my ear, her breath hot against the side of my face as she rocked herself up and down slowly, teasing my cock in and out of her pussy several inches. Up and down she slid, her hard nipples pulling toward and away from my chin, encouraging me to reach out and suck one in as she slid up and down my cock. "Ohhhhhhh god yessssss." She moaned softly as I swirled my tongue around her turgid nipple clamping it with my teeth as her upward stroke tried to pull it away. I lost track of how long she had been riding me, her velvety soft pussy stroking up and down, her round full lips caressing me all the way down to the base of my shaft each time my head pressed against her cervix. Her motion had sped up slightly, and I could tell she was struggling to hold back, her body clearly urging her to move more quickly as her clit sent tingles through her whole body. Up and down she went, her tight pussy coaxing me closer and closer to my inevitable orgasm. "You gotta stop. I can't hold back much longer." I said softly, afraid that I was going to spring a fountain into her at any moment. "Uh huh. Do it. I want it. I wanna feel your cum shooting up into me. I wanna feel your cock coming deep in my pussy!" "I don't want to get you pregnant or anything." I groaned, struggling to hold back the flood. "You won't. I'm on the pill." She gasped as my body suddenly jerked, jamming my cock up into her and pushing a gush of hot cum up into her. "YES!" she squealed as she suddenly started bouncing wildly on me, driving her pussy up and down my spasming shaft, her strokes pushing my climax to an even higher level. I hadn't quite finished filling her when her own orgasm flooded over her, her body jerking and twitching as her legs trembled under my hands, her pussy clenching and spasming around my still rock hard cock. "OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS!" she cried softly in my ear as her body continued to twitch and shake on and around me. "Ohhhh my god yesssss. I wanted this so much. God it feels so good!" She whimpered in my ear as she leaned her face lower, her lips kissing the side of my face softly. I reached my arms back around her waist from her thighs, where they had been resting as she rode me, and hugged her tightly, holding her down on me and tightly against my body at the same time. "I hope it's what you wanted." I whispered. "All and more." She whispered back. "But I don't want to be done. I want you again and again and again." "You might be able to get me again, but I'm not a young stud any longer." "I've seen what you're capable of. I know you can last a long long time after the first time. You've had your first time, now I want you to fuck me until I come over and over. I want to feel you make me climax like she did, like you made her come next to the river." "We've done it once, that was bad enough, you really want more?" "Uh huh. I want it all. I want it over and over again. I want you more tonight for sure, but after tonight you can have me any time you want. Just text me or call me and I'll come and strip for you and you can have me any way you want. If you want I'll ride you, or suck you or you can fuck my mouth or my tits or my pussy or even my ass. I just want you to take me over and over any way you want to." "That's a pretty tall order. What if I can't satisfy all your needs? I'm not a young man any longer." I said trying to coax her away from this idea that I was in some way her sexual idol. "It doesn't matter. I've been with boys, I'm ready for a mature lover, like you. I want to experience sex in all the ways that you know. You can have me anyplace you want too. Here, at home, in the car, heck, I'll even go to a store and let you undress me and fuck me in a changing room if you want to. I want to have fun and experience so much more." "Sara, you're making me out to be some kind of sexual god. I'm not." "Compared to the boys I've been with you are. I saw that in the video. Now that I've experienced you inside me, I know for sure that you are. I can feel you getting hard inside me again. I can feel your big fat cock growing again. What was it? Thinking about fucking my hot little pussy in all kinds of places? Do you like that idea? The thought of me wearing nothing under a coat or dress so you can just reach out any time you want and fondle me? Just pull my skirt up and play with my pussy? Do you want to make me come right out in public or would you rather sneak me into the men's room and let me ride you in the stall, making your big fat cock pump its whole load into me and then have it leak down my legs as we walk around the mall? Maybe you want to see me take all my clothes off in the store, try on a bra or panties right in the aisle? That does turn you on doesn't it? I can feel you growing bigger. Do you like looking at young hot bodies? Maybe I should ride you while you look at some of my sorority sisters." She cooed, wiggling her hips to work my cock around inside her. "God you have a really naughty mind!" I answered without admitting that her suggestions were in fact quite interesting. "Oh if you like naughty, I can be even naughtier. I won't wear anything under my clothes in class the whole rest of the semester. When I'm wearing a dress I'll spread my legs so you can see my pussy while you're teaching, or maybe slip out a boob so you can see it. Would you like that?" Professor In Over His Head "That would be bad. I really can't afford to be seen in front of class with a hardon!" I said with a slight scowl, while my body responded to the instant mental images of the last few dresses she wore to class. "You say that but I can feel your cock getting hard inside me again. I know you want to see my sexy little body, especially in class. How would you like me to sit all the way in the back. Then I can stand up and pull my dress open and let you see my entire naked body standing there, just waiting to be fucked." "Oh god." I groaned as she began to gently rise up and down on my shaft, her sopping wet pussy stroking my growing hardon. "That's it. Think about my sexy body in your classroom. See me standing there, naked. Maybe I'll just walk right down the stairs and straight over to you and pull your cock out and show all those other sexy young women just exactly what they're missing!" "Oh you are bad!" I groaned as she continued to slowly ride up and down on me. "Uh huh. Are you bad too? You like bad, but can you be bad?" She cooed. I leaned my chair upright from where it had leaned back against my side table and reached my hands under her bare ass. It didn't take much to lift her slight body with me, leaving her impaled on my cock. Standing up next to my desk I used one hand to push my keyboard out of the way and set her ass on the edge of the desk. Holding her legs up in the crook of my arms she reached back to balance herself with her arms as I started sliding in and out of her pussy, driving my cock quickly in and out, my thighs slapping her bare ass at the end of each stroke. "You are naughty. Maybe I should take you to the conference room and lay you out on the table completely naked and fuck your brains out there." "Oh yeah. DO it. Just take me down there right now, still naked, and fuck me on the table, fuck me hard where anyone walking by can see us!" "I bet you'd love it if I took you in one of the library reading rooms, just pulled up your dress and set you on the desks in there and started fucking you right there!" "Uh uh. Out in the stacks, right at the end of an aisle against the wall. I could take my clothes off and be completely naked and if someone came by they'd see me completely!" She moaned as I pistoned my cock in and out of her. "God damn! I'm going to come again!" she squeaked loudly. "OH fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" She mumbled over and over, her legs trembling as they hung over my arms and her pussy spasming around my hard cock. "Yeah, fuck me hard. Fuck my tight little pussy hard!" "You want it hard?" I asked, unlooping my arms from under her legs, letting her feet fall to the floor. I pulled out of her and grabbed her hips, pushing her toward my chair and bending her over. With her ass pushed out at me it only took a moment to get my cock aligned with her wet lips and jam it back in, my hips smacking against her ass. In and out I plunged, driving my cock hard into her with each stroke, her little titties swinging and bouncing with each impact. "Oh god oh god!" she cried softly over and over as I continued to drive into her, my cock swelling as I felt another climax building. "You want my cum again?" "Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Fill my hot cunt with your fuck juice!" She moaned. "Give it all to me! Fill me until its leaking down my legs!" "Uh huh." I grunted as my body jerked, jamming my cock hard into her as the first gush pushed into her, making her gasp in pleasure. Time and again my cock fountained more into her until she was quite literally overflowing. I stood there trying to catch my breath, my cum leaking around my quickly softening cock to ooze down her legs and thighs. "Ohhhh god yes." She moaned as we stood there, only moving after my softening cock slipped from her pussy. She quickly stood up and moved me back to my chair, pushing me back into it. She dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my cock, closing her lips around my mostly softened cock. "Oh god." I groaned as her tongue licked around my cock, cleaning our combined juices off my cock and balls. "There, good as new." She said with a grin as she released me and stood up. I could see my cum still leaking down her legs and a wet spot on the carpet below where she had been squatting. She moved, picked up her dress and carefully wrapped it around herself, pushing the end of the belt through the buckle to secure it. With another grin she picked up her boots and turned to face away from me, bending at the waist and flipping the hem of the dress up over her ass so her bare ass and glistening pussy were exposed while she stepped into and zipped her boots. "You know," She said when she stood up and turned to face me again. "When Miss Hanna said she fucked you in here, I didn't believe it, but now? Well, now I know exactly where to come to get the best cock in the whole world!" She said with a huge smile. "And by the way, I was serious. I'm not wearing any underclothes in class again, at least not your class!" "Really you shouldn't do that." "Why, afraid of getting a hardon and letting the girls know how big and fat you are?" "This isn't a nudist colony! I can't be caught with a hardon in class!" I protested. "Don't worry, I'll be discrete." She answered as she bent and picked up her pack. "See you later alligator!" she said as she opened my door, slipping out and letting it close behind her. I finally stood up and pulled my pants up and fixed myself so I didn't look like I'd just fucked, but my office definitely smelled of it!" It had been a rough night. It was difficult to fall asleep and when I did it seemed like my mind was overly focused on Sara and images of her undressing in all sorts of places, stores, in the car, around campus. Her naughtiness had clearly hit a cord within me. Not that I was prepared to act on it, for I knew damn well that acting on an impulse like that is what caused my wife to divorce me almost ten years before. No, I wasn't about to let my imagination get the better of me again. I didn't need to end up as jobless as I was wifeless. When the doorbell rang at nearly nine in the morning I was still lying in bed not feeling particularly rested. I wasn't really sleeping, but I was more just kind of dozing off and trying NOT to get up. The doorbell rang again, more insistently this time. I wiped the sleep from my eyes as I climbed from the bed, and made my way down the stairs from the second floor, wondering who the hell was at my door at this time on a Saturday morning? It wasn't as if I got all that many visitors, especially not as far out in the country as I lived. I unlocked the door and stood mostly behind it, hiding my practically naked body from whoever it was as I looked around the side and out into the chilly November morning. "Hanna? What are you doing here?" I asked, looking at her standing on the door step in a purple spandex exercise outfit, her arms crossed across her chest as she bounced and wiggled slightly in the cold November morning. "Freezing! I've been ringing the bell for at least ten minutes!" she answered. "Are you going to let me in or leave me out here to freeze?" "Yeah, come on in." I said, opening the door further. "No coat or anything?" I asked as she stepped through the door wearing nothing but running shoes, some knee length spandex pants and a spandex athletic tank top that formed itself to her full round breasts attractively. "Well, I was just working out." She said as I closed the door behind her. "What's your excuse?" She asked, her eyes traveling up and down taking in me standing in just a pair of flannel bed pants. "So what's up? I hardly expected to see you here, well...ever. I didn't know you even knew where I lived." "I didn't, until the other day. I took the time to google map you. I'm kind of glad now that I did." "Why is that?" "Well, I was working out this morning, there were only four of us at the gym this morning, myself and three of the girls from the house. I overheard them talking about you, in VERY graphic terms." "Huh?" "Oh yeah. It would seem that you made quite an impression on Sara and she shared some of what she sees as your druthers with a few of the girls at the house. It seems to have spread like wildfire around the house that you enjoy being flashed, including in public places." "Oh god." "That's a good way to put it. I talked to the three of them and told them in no uncertain terms that talk like that, especially in public, could cause all sorts of problems, not only for you, but for girls in the house as well. I told them the last thing you needed was to have your reputation tarnished by what was little more than idle gossip." "Good lord." I breathed, shaking my head slowly. "For now I think I've put a cork in it, but at some point we're going to have to address it with some of the girls, and we're going to have to definitely put the brakes on Sara." Hanna said turning to walk down the short hall toward what was obviously a larger sitting room. "Come on. We need to talk." She said as she stepped into the family room, the large south facing picture window allowing a full view of the back yard with its hot tub and pool as the morning sun streamed in, bathing the whole room in its bright morning cheer. She walked to the sofa facing the big sixty inch tv and dropped down, enjoying the feeling of the sun shining on her. "Come on. Sit down." She coaxed, patting the sofa next to her. "So what are we going to do about Sara?" I asked as is sat down next to her. "Well, it might have been easier if you hadn't already fucked her silly in your office. She has a rather romantic infatuation with you, you know." "No, I don't. How do you?" "Besides Engineering, I have a degree in clinical psychology. That and the fact that according to the other girls she watches that video of you on the river a couple times a day, doing, well I'm sure you can guess. She clearly sees herself as the woman in that video, getting all of your attentions, and she's expressing her infatuation the only way she sees that you will reciprocate...sexually." "So what do we do?" "Well, I'm going to have to know what I have to work with first. First off, are you seeing anyone, seriously I mean?" "What difference does that make?" I asked a little defensively. "Well, it'll be a lot easier to deal with Sara if she's not in competition with someone else." "Oh, I guess that makes sense. No, not right now. Actually, I haven't been seeing anyone romantically for a long time." "So, divorced. Why?" "Seriously?" "Yes. I want the whole story. Not just the parts you want me to hear. I need to understand. A woman doesn't just walk out of a marriage after more than twenty years unless she perceives some seriously egregious hurt." "Yeah it was that." "Okay, so spill. And the whole story so I have it in context." "Fine. Sara's right. I do enjoy being flashed in public. I like it quite a bit. So much so that I tried on multiple occasions to get my wife to do it for me. She eventually acquiesced and did some, as long as it wasn't too public. Over time I got her to use the pool and hot tub without any swim suit too, which took longer, but eventually that became our norm. One time her best friend stopped by while we were swimming and I convinced her to join us. Turned out that my wife was a lot less agreeable to it than she let on at the time." I said shaking my head slowly as I remembered the aftermath of that incident. "Anyway, seeing her friend naked really got me going, and over the next few months I couldn't quite get the thought of her out of my mind. As spring came again I started to encourage my wife to arrange for a three way with her and her friend and me for my birthday. She of course flatly refused anytime it came up, but I would periodically hint how great a birthday present it would be. Well, when I came home one day a couple weeks before my birthday and her friend was sitting, mostly drunk, out in the hot tub naked, I just naturally assumed that my wife had been saying no so I wouldn't catch on that she was actually arranging it." "But she wasn't." Hanna said quietly. "Nope. She wasn't, but I didn't get it. By the time my wife got home from work I had Debbie standing in the tub, bent over, screaming her lungs out about how hard she was coming as I slammed my cock in and out of her pussy. My wife took one look, walked back in the house, packed a bag and walked out." "Wow. That would have been rough for her. So do you guys talk?" "Oh yeah. All the time. But every time I suggest maybe we try to get back together she just asks me if I'm still screwing around. If I say no she calls me a liar and hangs up. If I say yes she says 'figures' and hangs up." "I see. But otherwise you get along well?" "Oh yeah. We see each other at some of our kids events and such, holidays and that kind of thing." "But she's not coming back. I think you should probably give up on that dream. If it's been ten years she won't come back." Hanna said with a frown. "So, tell me about other partners. Obviously there have been a few." "A few. I've tried trying to find a new partner, but for some reason it's never quite worked out. I get together with someone, we have great sex, but for some reason after a few months I start looking for someone else again." "Still trying to resolve in your own mind the situation that caused your divorce. You need someone to be romantically, lovingly involved with you to see you having sex with some other person and to accept that it's okay and still love you, despite that transgression." Hanna said. "Huh? How do you figure?" "Degree in clinical psychology, remember?" Hanna said, reaching out and tapping her finger against my forehead. "So what do we do about Sara?" "Not sure yet. I need to think on this one a while." She said as she got up from the sofa and wandered to the picture window, standing there looking outside. "That hot tub hot?" "Huh? Yeah, always. I keep it going all winter." I answered with a shrug. "Helps when my back hurts. Just have to push the cover back and climb in." "Nice!" she said turning to face me. She reached for the bottom of her spandex shirt and quickly pulled it up and off, freeing her tits from the built in bra in the shirt, letting each full round breast swing free. They were easily larger than a good hand full, probably a C cup if I were to guess, each one sagging down slightly which tilted her nipples slightly upward. I didn't have a lot of time to really enjoy my first look at them completely bare, before she bent over to untie her running shoes. Her tits wiggled and swung below her as she untied and pulled off her shoes. Kicking them aside she pulled off the little footie socks she had on and then stood back up. Her eyes locked with mine as her hands moved to her hips, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her spandex knee length pants. She wiggled her hips from side to side as she worked the purple material down over them and her round butt, her eyes never breaking from mine. She bent over again, pushing the pants down her legs until she could step out of them and then stood up, completely naked. "Well, you going to just sit there or are you going to join me?" She asked as she stood with the sun framing her creamy smooth body, her hands on her hips. "Join you?" I asked my brain more focused on drinking in her beauty than thinking. "In the hot tub?" She coaxed. "Huh? Oh yeah." I finally said, shaking my head to clear it, but not immediately getting up from the sofa. "Soooo?" She coaxed again. "Or do you want me to come over and undress you? Not that there's much to undress you out of." "Huh? Oh yeah." I finally said, standing up. It only took a moment to push my flannel pajama pants down and step out of them, leaving me standing as naked as she was, my hardon sticking straight out at her. "Not bad at all. I always thought you'd be pretty good looking naked and in person, nice to know that I was right. Even better than the video." She said as she took a few steps toward me, her hand reaching for mine. She tugged my hand and I followed her to the back door and out onto the patio into the chilli morning. "WOW! This is a bit brisk!" She squeaked as she tugged me quicker toward the hot tub. She let go of my hand and pushed on the cover, pushing it quickly off the tub. "Just wait till you want to get out." I said as she stepped over the edge into the hot water. "Why's that?" She asked as she sunk down into the steaming water. "Getting out is always harder. Trust me." I said as I flicked the control for the pump, starting the water swirling around before stepping into the tub myself. "This is kind of nice. All the trees back here, no close neighbors, I bet you could do all kinds of things naked out here and no-one would even notice." "It was one of the selling points when we looked at the place, at least as far as I was concerned. I convinced my wife that tanning in the yard naked was more healthy than a tanning bed and loved the way she looked without tan lines. Of course that was when we were a lot younger. Swimming naked was a bit harder to convince her of for some reason. Here, I'd usually just let her get in with her bikini on and then take it off of her." "What then?" Hanna asked quietly, moving toward me through the water until she was practically laying on top of me only her head above the water and her creamy white butt peaking periodically up from the swirling bubbles. "What then what?" "What would you do then?" "Obviously I'd make love to her." "Don't tell me, show me." She whispered before sliding her body forward again, her soft breasts pressing to my chest and her soft lips pressing to mine. I felt her hot breath in my mouth as I opened mine to allow her probing tongue to slip into my mouth. Her tongue teased mine, and we were soon playing a game of follow the leader as our tongues darted between our mouths, my hands reaching for her soft round ass and pulling it down, trapping my hardon against her body. "Ohhhh god am I horny!" She whispered as she broke the kiss breathlessly. "I want to feel you inside me." She continued as her hand snuck between us and found my hardon. "I want to feel your big fat cock deep inside me, filling me all the way up. I want you to take me the way you took Debbie. Pound your cock into me and make me come in a screaming orgasm!" She didn't have to ask me twice, at least not at that moment. I was every bit as horny as she said she was. I pulled her ass toward me, sliding her body up mine until her shoulders and tits pulled clear of the water. I moved my head to one side and trapped her left nipple with my mouth, sucking it deeply and flicking my tongue across it. I heard her moan softly as I nibbled lightly on the nipple. One of my hands pulling her down against me and the other rubbing my engorged cock up and down between her full round pussy lips. "Ohhhh my god, yes." She moaned loudly as I arched my back and forced my engorged head to spread her lips and pierce into her velvety soft tunnel. I started bucking my hips up and down in short choppy strokes, driving my cock up into her, each stroke working slightly deeper until I felt my head beating against her cervix. "Ohhhhhh fuck meeeee!" she moaned as she started humping her hips back against my strokes. I switched nipples, nibbling and pulling at her right breast as I continued to stroke in and out of her, her breathing becoming more ragged by the second. In and out I plunged, our bodies still mostly covered by the swirling waters as I pumped myself up into her over and over. "Oh fuck I'm going to come!" she squealed. "Oh god yes!" I felt her body start to tremble, in my arms, her humping against me becoming less coordinated as she let out a long cry of pleasure. "I'M COMMMMMINNNNG!" she screamed into the woods as her orgasm washed over her as completely as the water of the hot tub had. Over and over I plunged into her, driving myself closer to my own orgasm as she shook and twitched above me. Professor In Over His Head "Here it comes." I grunted as the tingling in my balls signaled that I was moments from eruption. One...two...three...four strokes..."OH GOD, YES!" I groaned as my body jerked, jamming my cock deep into her pussy and gushing a huge shot of my hot cum into her pussy. Time and again my body jerked and added to the copious flow that I had deposited inside her, her own climax seeming to renew with the flow being pumped inside her. "Oh my god yessssss!" she sighed as she sunk down into the water again, her chest against mine, my cock deeply embedded within her yet. She moved her face to mine and softly kissed me, her lips sucking on mine sensuously for long minutes. "You know. I could get used to this." She whispered as she broke the kiss. "What's that?" "This. You know. Hot guy, great sex, cuddling. Let's face it. You know how to treat a woman. I wouldn't at all mind a lot more of this." "I don't get it. Hell I'm almost twice your age! Why would you want to screw around with someone like me when you could be with a guy your own age?" I'm not half your age. In fact, I'll bet I'm older than you think I am. Tell me. How old do you think I am?" "Twenty five, maybe twenty six?" "I'll let you in on a secret if you promise not to tell." She whispered. "Okay." I whispered back. "I turned thirty two last week." She whispered with a grin. "Now I know you're not sixty four. You have to be what, maybe forty five? And I'm stretching it with that guess because you keep saying how old you are." "Forty five!?" I exclaimed in surprise. "What too old? Forty two?" "Way off and going the wrong way. Hell I have two grown kids!" "No way you can be over forty five." "Hanna, I'm fifty two." "Seriously? God damn! I always heard older guys were a good fuck, but, well...damn!" "Like I said. Don't you wanna look for someone your own age to be fucking?" "Are you telling me you don't like having sex with me?" "I didn't say that." "Are you saying you didn't enjoy me teasing and fucking you in your office?" "I definitely didn't say that!" "Are you saying you'd complain if I pulled you into a dressing room in a mall and rode you until you came? Or walked down the sidewalk in the park with my skirt pulled up flashing you my pussy?" "You're just teasing me now." "Nope. I'm not teasing you one bit. Personally I think it's kind of exciting that you want to play like that. A little danger, a little risk, just makes the final act all the tastier. No, I kind of like the idea of seeing what else I can think up to tease you." "That's really what you want? To spend time teasing me?" "Honey, I wouldn't mind one bit moving in with you and playing every day. I promise, I'd find ways to make sure it never got old or stale." I looked at her practically in shock. "Hanna. I just got done telling you that I keep asking my wife if she wants to come back. You really wanna move in with me after hearing that?" "Oh yeah. I know what you said. You still love her. I understand that. I also understand that she wasn't meeting your desires, a key portion of a healthy relationship. Do you love me? Right now I doubt it. I suspect that my emotional state is much more infatuation than it is love at the moment, but that's to be expected after getting the greatest sex in my life. No, it might not work and it might not last more than a few months, but it'd still be a hell of a lot of fun to try." She said wiggling herself on my lap, making my softened cock slip from her pussy. "How about it Greg? Wanna have a hot sexy roommate for a while?" She asked softly, grinding her shaved mound against my body. "That has to be the sexiest proposition I've ever had. But you don't mind if we solve the Sara problem first, do you?" "Oh trust me. I think I know how to handle the Sara problem. That's just a bump in the road so to speak. Now, let's get back to me moving in. I don't need a lot, at least not at first. A little closet space, a dresser drawer or two. What do you say? Wanna show me to the bedroom we're gonna share?" "You are insistent aren't you?" "We've been playing this little game since I came to the department three years ago. You come to my office to talk, and ogle me like you're mentally undressing me. I come into your office and, by the way, unbutton one or two more buttons on my blouse on the way, and do my best to flash you a lot of leg or breast, just to see the bulge in your pants grow. Around others we're quite professional, but don't think I don't see what's going on when we're alone. You're attracted to me. I'm clearly attracted to you. We've broken the ice, sex wise. So what's stopping you? Don't you want to wake up with this sexy body every morning?" "What if I'm already seeing someone?" "I asked. You said you weren't." "What if I just want to play around, not be tied down to one person?" "Well, if I'm not giving you everything you need, feel free to. Just promise that you'll let me know what you're getting from them so I can choose to either adjust or move out." "What if I like being a bachelor?" "You don't. You're always looking. Trying to find someone that can fill that spot that's been empty since she left. You've done a good job at fucking around. Even I have to admit that the little tryst on the river bank was one hell of a sexy scene. The question is, where is she now?" "Just wasn't quite what I was looking for." "Really? In what way?" "Too possessive. Didn't even like it if I looked at something else in a bikini." "Not surprised. She struck me as a bit insecure, the way she kept reaching out and touching your face, making sure it was focused on her even though you were banging away in her pussy. Probably what kept you from noticing that you were being watched by a young lady, who, by the way, took her own suit off and fingered herself to orgasm watching you." "Seriously?" "Uh huh. Had to be one hell of a scene. You two banging away at the water's edge, a sexy young woman with no panties squatting on the sand dune in the bushes fingering herself while she used her cell phone to record you. Yeah, I rather figure I'd have been coming too." "Oh damn." I groaned softly. "Oh don't sound like you're all that much embarrassed. I feel your cock growing again. It's sticking up between my legs, remember? You like the idea that you were showing off and it made a young woman so hot she had to finger her own pussy." "You're going to make my life complicated, aren't you?" "Oh honey, you have no idea!" Hanna said as she pushed herself up from me. "Now let's go in the house and you can show me my new bedroom." "I didn't say yes." "You also didn't say no." She said wiggling herself against my cock. "but if you want to make a game of it. Tell you what. Let's go find the bedroom. Give me an hour. If you can keep from coming again in that hour, I won't move in. But if I can make you come without touching you with my hands...then I get a new roommate. Sound fair?" "You sound awful sure of yourself." "I am." She said with a grin. "Come on." "It's gonna be cold!" I warned her as she pushed herself up from the water. "Then we'll just have to go fast!" she said as she climbed from the tub and scampered quickly toward the back door, a trail of wet footprints and water droplets leading to her retreating naked body. By the time I got the tub cover back on and made my way into the house I was quite chilly. Hanna was already sitting on the sofa, talking on her phone when I walked in the back door. "So this way to the bedroom" I said, holding a hand out to lead her back to the front of the house to the stairs. "Oh this is a good place to start." She said stepping in front of me when we came to the stairs. "You just stay behind me." She said with a grin as she looked at her phone for a moment. It didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for and a soft, rather seductive tune began playing. I didn't pay much attention to the words, the sight in front of me of Hanna swaying back and forth two steps up from the bottom more than captured my attention. As the song progressed she swayed and rocked, turning herself, bending over and spreading her legs, twisting back and sitting on a step and lifting her legs high in the air. She gyrated her way up the stairs, ensuring that her moves exposed every inch of her body to me in multiple ways, including pushing her fingers deep into her own pussy for me to watch. Half way up the stairs she turned and, with her legs spread as wide as the stair treads, pushed her ass back at me, bending until her face was nearly touching the stairs, her wet and now spread pussy lips rubbing up and down my shaft. "Want me to ride you? Wanna feel your cock slide all the way into my hot wet pussy? I bet you do, don't you?" She asked as she changed her angle slightly pushing her fat lips against my engorged head and pressing it down over me. I felt her pussy slowly engulf my cock, her tiny little wiggles working me deeper and deeper into her. I was all of three quarters of the way into her and couldn't resist any longer. I pushed my hips forward, driving my cock fully into her hot wet pussy. "Trying to make my job easy?" she asked, looking back past herself. "You can. Just go ahead and stroke in and out. You know you want to. Just pump that big shaft in and out of my hot wet pussy!" "No. Not yet." I answered as I pulled out of her pussy with a loud slurp. "I was hoping you'd say that." She said as she continued gyrating her way up the stairs. It had to have taken at least ten minutes to reach the top of the stairs, ten very pleasant minutes that had my cock aching to push into her again. "Down here?" she asked, looking toward the open master bedroom door. "Uh huh." I answered, watching her walk slowly towards my bedroom. "Well come on. All you need to do is come lay on your bed. Leave the rest up to me!" "If you say so." I answered, following her into my bedroom. I crawled onto my bed and propped my back up against the headboard. She climbed on the bed in front of me and began swaying and gyrating again to the next song that came on, this one a bit faster, but no less sexy. She squatted over me and ran her pussy up and down the length of my cock, clearly teasing me and wetting it with her pussy before sliding back and leaning down to squeeze her tits around it. "Do you like this? You've looked at my tits in my office so many times, did you ever think you'd see em wrapped around your big fat cock? I bet you wished you could see em naked in my office, didn't you?" She cooed softly as she slowly stroked my cock with her breasts. "Wanna know a secret, sometimes I don't wear a bra at all, or panties either. Sometimes I come to work in just my dress and stockings thinking that today might be the day that I flash you and show you my bare nipples or my shaved pussy. That excites you doesn't it? Thinking now of how many times you've been in my office and I might have been naked under my dress." "Oh yeah." I groaned softly, wondering exactly that. "I usually do that on days I don't have class, but sometimes I've walked into lecture, my pussy completely bare and practically dripping a trail on the floor, after having you stop by my office." She cooed. "Hello?" I heard a female voice call from downstairs. "Up here Alysa!" Hanna called, letting go of my cock with her tits and grinning at me. "Stay just exactly the way you are. Trust me, you're gonna enjoy this." She said as she climbed off the bed and practically ran out of the bedroom. I could hear her talking to someone and then heard her come back, the second female voice following close behind as they talked. "Gregory, this is Alysa." Hanna said, stepping aside to allow a petite young African American woman to step into the room. "Alysa is a good friend of mine, and I thought that this was the perfect opportunity for her to live out a little fantasy she once told me about. Of course at the time she was quite drunk, but fantasies are fantasies!" Hanna said, reaching out to take Alysa's hand, who was standing and staring at me. Alysa was definitely African American decent, but her skin was a rather light brown, almost the color of coffee with a substantial amount of cream in it. I'd seen college girls tanned a darker brown than Alysa was. Her facial features and her tight curly hair were dead giveaways to her ancestry. I couldn't tell a whole lot more behind the rather bulky knee length coat she was wearing, only that she had on a pair of tall, nearly knee length, black, high heel boots. Hanna led Alysa to the foot of the bed and then stepped away, leaving her standing nervously looking between Hanna and my still partially hard dick. Hanna used her phone again to search for and start a particular song. I'd describe the music as a fairly slow, seductive love song, something by Leann Rimes I think, but I paid little attention to the words being sung as Alysa closed her eyes and began swaying to the tune. Her hands slowly began unzipping the knee length coat, pulling the zipper down slowly as Hanna crawled onto the bed next to me, curling up against me with her breasts pressed against my arm. "Just look at that. I bet you wonder what she's wearing under that, don't you?" Hanna whispered, her lips practically brushing my ear. I didn't have long to wait. Alysa turned herself to face away from me and let the coat drop to the floor around her, revealing an incredibly short black mini-skirt and an otherwise bare back. Her hips swayed side to side as she rocked the music, her hands stroking around her body for long seconds before she turned to face me. Her breasts were, well, large was an understatement. Given her petite body size her tits looked enormous. In reality they were probably a thirty two double or triple D, their large round bulk hidden only by the smallest of black bikini tops. The black triangles hiding the nipples of her breasts were barely large enough to do the job and each time she swayed the tiny string holding them in place threatened to part. I stared as her hand slowly, seductively stroked up and down her own body, teasing across her nipples and then down to her skirt, sliding under and teasing what treasures lay hidden beneath. My cock had grown back rock hard and lay pointing toward my own face, bouncing slightly with my pounding heart as her hands reached up her own body again and behind her neck. She slowly tugged the string holding the top in place and let the triangles fall, her fingers following the material down until she could close her fingers on her hard protruding nipples. The song continued to seduce us with its soft rolling tune and the singer's soft tones, Alysa's fingers going to the snap and zipper of the incredibly short skirt. She swung her hips in time to the music as she pushed the skirt down, inching it over her hips and ass before letting it slide down her legs of its own free will. She stood, swaying, a tiny black thong panty the only thing left between us. "Look at that. Do you want to see her pussy? Ask her. Ask her to take it all off!" "Yeah. Take it off. Take it all off for me." I said barely above a whisper. I wondered if she even heard me, lost in her own mind, her eyes closed as she worked the panty strings over her butt, slowly pulling the tiny slip of black down to expose her pussy. Inch by inch she pulled the strings, her round full lips and flowery delicate inner lips protruding came into my view. She turned and bent over, pushing the thong down her legs and working it over her boots before, remaining bent, she spread her legs wide apart. Her hands traced up her thighs, her fingers wrapped around her legs from the insides as her hands slid farther and farther up toward her pussy. I watched in lust as she stroked her lips, spreading them with her fingers and drawing her moisture out. Her fingers glistened as she turned to face me, lifting her finger to her own lips and sucking her own juices from them. Staring at my hard cock she crawled onto the edge of the bed, and crawled up, dragging her tits up my legs, her hard nipples tracing a path toward my hardon. She stopped with her tits near my cock and then swung them side to side, letting her nipples tease back and forth across my raging dick. "Oh god." I groaned as she teased me with her hard nipples. "She's not done yet." Hanna whispered as Alysa moved again, sliding up my body farther until her huge tits were in my face. "Take them. Suck em. She loves to have them nibbled." Hanna hissed softly in my ear as Alysa reached between her legs and grasped my cock. She aimed it up toward her pussy and rubbed my engorged head between her wet lips. "Ohhhhh damn." I groaned as she slowly lowered herself over my cock, my shaft pushing up into her as her tunnel expanded to accept me. She started bouncing, slowly at first, but then faster as more of my cock became lubricated with her juices. Up and down she went, her ass slapping loudly on my thighs, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. "OH God! Oh fuck. So big, God I'm gonna come. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. Oh god. Gonna come." She cried over and over with each bounce on my shaft. "How about it stud? Gonna fill her with your hot cum? Gonna pump that load deep inside her bouncing hot wet pussy? I know you love tits, do you like how they feel in your hands?" "Oh god." I groaned as my body bucked up to meet her strokes, my cum boiling up inside me. There was no holding this back any longer. "AHHHG!" I shouted as my cum burst up into her, triggering her own orgasm. "SHIT YES!" she screamed as her whole body dissolved into shudders and trembles. I could feel her pussy convulsing around me as she gasped for breath, her shaking arms and legs making it impossible for her to do little more than sit on my spurting shaft. "That's it baby. Just like I promised. You came and I didn't even have to use my hands." "Wasn't quite what I expected." "I know. I wanted you to know that with me, sometimes you might not get what you expect, but I'll always make sure it's interesting and enjoyable. It was, wasn't it?" "Both interesting and enjoyable." I agreed somewhat out of breath. "So do I move in?" "That was the deal." "What do you think Alysa? Think I should move in with him?" "You're a fool if you don't." Alysa answered softly as she rolled off of me and lay back on the bed on the opposite side from Hanna. "God that was good." "So, explanations?" I asked, still a little confused. "Sure. Alysa had this fantasy of doing a strip tease for a guy and then fucking him. I just facilitated her little fantasy." "Yeah, okay, that makes sense. But how would you know about this fantasy anyway?" "That's the good part." Hanna said with a giggle. "Meet Doctor Alysa Beckshell, Associate Chair of the Philosophy department and co advisor of the Zeta Tau Alpha sorority. Alysa, meet Greg Standive, distinguished teaching professor of Electrical Engineering, and my new roommate." "When you told me last year that you had your sights set on the perfect man, quite frankly I didn't believe you. But you got 'im!" Alysa said, still trying to catch her breath. "Wait a second. You've been, what? Trying to arrange this for a year?" I asked a bit stunned. "A bit more than that actually. I was already attracted to you for some time before I saw the video, after that, well it was a slam dunk. All I had to do was find out if you were as attracted to me as I was to you. Jury's still out on that one, but letting me move in, that's a good first step." "So Hanna, have you solved your problem with Sara and the girls yet?" Alysa asked, propping herself up on her elbow to look across me to where Hanna was sitting. "Not yet, but I have an idea or two." She said with a grin. "As long as Greg doesn't mind a little sex that is." Professor In Over His Head It turned out that Hanna took up a little more than a couple dresser drawers and a closet. She took one and a half closets and all of what used to be my wife's dresser, and then some. Fortunately I was able to get my yard work done while she and Alysa took care of moving her in, exploring the house, doing some grocery shopping so she could cook what she called a "decent meal". Alysa did the whole day wearing nothing but her coat when she went outside, otherwise she spent the day in nothing but her boots, which was apparently another fantasy she had expressed. I began to wonder just how many fantasies Hanna knew about what I learned was her best friend. After a rather good dinner I was instructed to go get washed up and dressed. They had some shopping to do and they expected me to look respectable when we went out. I had no idea what that exactly meant, but I suspected that I'd find out. Without another word I headed up to get cleaned up and wash off the sweat and dirt from working outside most of the day. I became even more suspicious when Alysa joined me in the shower and teased the crap out of me, but refused to screw or to make me come, although she did gladly accept my fingers between her legs until she climaxed. While I dressed, I was treated to Hanna and Alysa also dressing, each wearing rather short tight dresses with nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, under them. Hanna chose a red tube top type dress that she demonstrated allowed her to quickly and easily flash her tits at me, and with a single hand could also display her obviously wet pussy. Alysa chose a black halter top dress that was almost too small. I suppose if I thought about it I shouldn't have been surprised, since it was actually Hanna's dress and Alysa was slightly larger upstairs. Not that it really mattered, because she, like Hanna, demonstrated just how flashable the dress was, the skirt easily hiked up to expose her all the way to her waist and the top easily spread to allow both breasts to protrude completely naked. It also had the additional side effect that her big tits swung and bounced with every move under the dress, a view sufficiently tantalizing to make a ninety year old get a hardon. For myself, Hanna and Alysa picked a nice silk polo shirt and a pair of black dockers. As with them, they forbade me from wearing my customary briefs, which I objected over, mostly on the basis that with Alysa's tits bouncing around that way I was going to be obviously hard a lot of the time. Hanna just laughed, pulled her own top down and teased her nipples in front of me for a few seconds before replying that she expected equal opportunity flashing. I was expecting that this was going to be an interesting shopping trip. The trip to the mall is actually quite long since I live out in the country, nearly thirty five minutes, during which Hanna and Alysa chatted about all kinds of girl stuff while I paid attention to traffic. We got out and headed in, with Hanna intentionally ignoring my requests on what stores we were headed to. I was less than surprised when she led us to a large department store, soon finding myself winding around between racks of clothes as the girls looked at a variety of dresses. True to her word, both Alysa and Hanna took every opportunity to flash me their pussies or tits, sometimes leaving themselves exposed for fairly long periods. I wondered if they realized just how good they were probably looking on the stores security cameras. The result of the flashing was apparently intended to keep me hard and turned on for some yet to be revealed encounter. I was a bit more uncomfortable while they tried on a variety of lingerie, leaving me hanging around outside the dressing rooms with the racks of lingerie around me. Each of them finally selecting a couple items, which they purchased before we left the store. I followed along, the obvious bulge in my slacks drawing the attention of a number of women as we made our way through the halls of the mall to finally end up at yet another lingerie store. This particular store seemed to carry, in addition to a variety of things to wear, a rather large assortment of adult toys. After perusing the toy section for a while Hanna selected a new vibrator, which she left me holding while she looked at a variety of lingerie items. Finally picking a couple items to try on she led me to the back of the store, and once again left me standing while she disappeared down a row of curtained booths. "Greg. Would you come back here please?" I heard Hanna call from the line of curtained booths. "I'm in the third one on the left!" "Sure," I answered as I headed back down the row. I reached the third booth and pulled the curtain back, expecting to see Hanna wearing one of the rather sexy outfits she had taken to try on. That was not what I saw in front of me. "Uh Excuse me!" I said in surprise to a young lady who was standing in front of the mirror examining how she looked in nothing but a black leather corset. She turned quickly to look at me, one hand flashing up to cross across her rather sexy looking breasts and the other over her shaved pussy. We stared at each other in shock for several seconds, with her recovering first. "So, you gonna come in or just stand there and stare?" She asked softly. "Huh? Oh god sorry. I thought my girlfriend was in here." I said as I started to back away. "Uh uh. I think you need to come in here." She said reaching out with her left hand to hold the curtain open and the other to grab at my belt, hooking her fingers in and tugging me toward her. "I think it's only fair for me to see something too, right?" "Huh?" I asked stupidly, my brain not quite registering right as I looked at her again bare breasts and pussy. "You're looking. I want a look too. I suppose if you wanna stand out there and drop em, you can, or you can come in here." She said in a soft sultry voice, her hand tugging on my belt. "Go ahead. I'll wait." I heard Hanna whisper from behind me as she pushed on my shoulders, coaxing me into the strange woman's dressing room. "But." I protested half heartedly. "Smart move." The young woman, probably not much more than twenty two or so, said as she let the curtain fall behind me, moving both hands toward my pants. It didn't take long for her to undo my belt and work the button and zipper open. She let my pants fall down my legs, my mostly hard cock springing out to stick lewdly at her. "Mmmmm now this is a nice surprise!" She cooed as she dropped to her knees in front of me and grasped my cock with both hands. "Oh damn." I breathed quietly as she wrapped her lips around my half hard cock and began slowly pushing her mouth on and off of it, her tongue teasing its underside as she stroked. Time seemed to stand still as I hardened and her bobbing head worked faster and deeper, occasionally pushing my mushroom head deep into her throat. As I looked at her in the mirror I could see her tits bouncing with each stroke of her mouth, the corset lifting her breasts so they jutted out toward me, her nipples rock hard with excitement. As I watched she reached down between her own legs with one hand, spreading her knees farther apart to allow her own fingers to push into her waiting pussy. For long minutes I stood there watching her suck my cock and finger herself before she abruptly pulled her mouth from my saliva slickened cock and stood up. "Fuck me." She whispered urgently. "I want it sooooo bad!" "Seriously?" I asked her as she turned around, reached out for the mirror in front of her and then bent at the waist, pushing her ass and wet pussy out at me. "Completely serious!" She responded, reaching between her legs to find my cock. "Come on. Put it in. No point in being bashful now." "I'm not being bashful." I protested as she rubbed my head between her lips and pulled on me, coaxing me to press into her. I might have been somewhat reluctant intellectually, but my body knew exactly what to do with the sensations of a soft pussy pressed to my head. My hips drove forward, sliding my lubricated cock easily into her pussy, forcing it into her until my head pressed against her cervix, unable to push any further. "Oh my god!" she whispered softly, her voice uneven and breathless as her body assimilated the sensations of my cock. I held her hips and started stroking slowly in and out of her, sliding my engorged shaft into and out of her pussy, my mushroom head teasing the length of her tunnel with each stroke, bringing soft gasps and pants from her lips as she tried to remain quiet. "Ohhhhh so good!" she squeaked quietly. "So damn good. Just keep going. Keep pushing in and out of my hot little pussy!" she encouraged quietly. "Uh huh." I grunted, my thighs softly slapping her ass with each stroke. I could feel my cock swell to its fattest, the eroticism of the situation and the tight wet pussy enveloping me quickly pushing me toward what I expected to be a very wet climax. In and out I pumped, my cock plunging in with wet squishing noises with each stroke. I reached my hands from her hips, where I had been holding her, and slid them up her body, finding her hanging tits and grasped her nipples, squeezing and twisting them in time with my strokes. "OH SHIT!" she squealed more loudly than I felt comfortable with. She began arching her back with my strokes, causing her clit to press along the bottom of my shaft with each inward thrust, her whole body seeming to shudder each time I pushed into her. Over and over I pushed into her, her body trembling and shaking in front of and around me as my own orgasm inched closer. "Gonna come." I grunted softly in warning. Her only response was to push herself back harder on my cock. I felt the familiar tingle spread and then suddenly my body jerked, slamming hard into her and nearly smashing her face against the mirror. I could see our profile, her whole body consumed in tremors and shudders as my body bucked over and over, pumping shot after shot of hot cum into her tight pussy. I stood there for a long time, or at least it felt like it to me, panting, my cock twitching inside her as she held herself bent, her chest heaving as hard as mine. Finally she pulled off my cock and turned to face me. It only took her a few moments to undo the corset she had on, dropping it to the ground so she was completely nude. she picked her clothes from the hook on the side of the booth, pulling on a little tank top, without a bra and a tiny mini skirt, that barely covered her obviously bare pussy. She picked her panties off the hook, used them to wipe her wet pussy and the cum leaking from it, before stepping next to me and pressing it into my hand. "Just a little souvenir," she whispered before lifting herself on her tip toes to press her hot lips to mine in a wet sensuous kiss. She broke the kiss, picked up her shoes and the corset she had been trying on, pushed the curtain aside and stepped out, leaving me standing there with my pants around my ankles, exposed to anyone who might have been walking down the changing room aisle, which just happened to be one of the sales girls. "You're going to have to leave. We don't allow that kind of thing in here," She said with a scowl, staring at my slowly shrinking cock, cum still dripping from it. "No matter how good it might look." "Sorry." I said, feeling my face turn red as I bent to pull my pants back up. She stood and watched while I tucked myself back in my pants, closed and zipped them and then scurried out, hearing her let out a little giggle as I walked quickly out of the dressing room area. I headed right past Hanna and out into the main hallway of the mall, not stopping until I was some distance from the store, Hanna and Alysa following close behind. "That was embarrassing." I said as they caught up with me. "You were the one who wanted to have sex in a dressing room." Hanna said with a crooked grin. "You just didn't say who with." "I was thinking you!" I said with a scowl, "not a total stranger." "Oh she's not a TOTAL stranger! To be quite frank, you may not know her, but she knows you quite well." "How so?" "You had her in class two semesters ago, just not quite this way." Hanna said with a smile. "Although as you can see, she wouldn't have complained one bit if you had." "I still don't get it. You move in, presumably because you want what I have to offer, then you set up a rendezvous with another young woman?" "Is it so hard to believe?" "Hell it was hard to believe you wanted me to do Alysa!" I said louder than I really meant to. Lowering my voice to not be quite so conspicuous I added, "Hell Hanna. I just don't understand!" "I told you about a couple young ladies from the house having a bit of discussion?" "Yeah." I answered "But she didn't tell you how she put the kibosh on their sharing." Alysa said with a grin. "I agreed to set them up with one full shot each." Hanna said with a shrug. "I mean there weren't too many options." "You mean they blackmailed you?" "Let's call it enlightened negotiating. They promised not to tell anyone about your little tryst with Sara in your office if I promised to find a way for each of them to get in on the fun." "Oh lord." I groaned. "Don't worry, it's not like it's the whole house!" Hanna laughed. "Just exactly how many?" "Well, four that I know of right now." Hanna said, looping an arm in mine and turning me to walk down the mall corridor. "Is there anything else I should know?" I asked quietly. "Mmmmm maybe a thing or two, but I don't see why they can't be surprises." "I hate surprises." I muttered. "Honey, with me, you better get used to them." She said as she swung the little bag that was on her finger in front of me. "I LOVE surprises! Giving as well as getting." "I still hate surprises." "I think you'll like this one." Hanna said. "Just have to wait until tonight. It's a little something for our first official night together... oh yeah, that's right. It'll be our first night together, period, wont it?" She added with a giggle. The drive home was as interesting as the rest of the day had been. Since it was dark by the time we left the mall, both Alysa and Hanna stripped completely in the car, Alysa also trying to get me as naked as she could while I drove. Their stated intent was to get me as horny as they could for my first night with Hanna. I had to say that they were doing a rather good job as I drove down the highway, my pants around my knees and a completely nude Alysa playing with my cock and occasionally leaning down to suck on it while Hanna sat in the back, her legs spread wide and my mirror adjusted so that I could see her naked body any time I looked up to my rear view mirror. After a bit more than half an hour of their teasing I was just about ready to pull the car over and fuck one or both of them, my cock leaking precum which Alysa took great joy in spreading up and down my shaft as her hand slid slowly along it. We finally arrived home, pulled the car into the garage and piled out, both ladies still completely naked with no apparent intent on dressing. I shuffled into the house holding my pants around my thighs so I could walk, my cock swinging back and forth with each step. Alysa took me by the arm and guided me to the family room while Hanna disappeared up the stairs toward the bedrooms. "Now you stay right here." Alysa said as she pulled my pants the rest of the way down. "Hanna has something special planned and I'd hate for you to miss out." "Okay, I get that. Can I ask though, where to you fit in on this?" "Oh sweetie! Are you worried? Trust me, I'm just along to make things fun for Hanna. Tonight you don't have to worry about having sex with anyone but her. Me, I'll just fade away later. Another time I might like to stay and play, but tonight it's just you and her. And I'll tell you a secret as long as you promise not to let on that I told you. She's been dreaming about this night for a long time!" "I hope I'm up to her expectations." "Don't worry, you've already met and exceeded them!" Alysa said with a giggle. "From what I hear that little fun in the hot tub was mind blowing." "Really? I didn't do all that much." Alysa slid onto my lap, one knee on either side of me, my cock trapped between my own body and her wet pussy lips. She slowly ground her pussy against my shaft and leaned close to whisper into my ear. "It doesn't matter how much you think you did, all that matters is how much she enjoyed what you did do." "I see." I groaned softly. "Uh huh. See, you're just sitting there, but to me...well this is just about as perfect as it gets." She cooed as she lifted herself and reached down between us, lifting my cock with her fingertips until my head pressed between her wet lips. She arched her back slightly and gently lowered herself down again, enveloping my cock. "Ohhhhh so good. Fuck you really fill a woman!" She moaned softly as she settled her ass on my thighs. "I thought I was just fucking Hanna." I half groaned. "You are. I'm just supposed to keep you hard and ready until she's ready for you." She said softly, rocking her hips slightly. "So answer this. I'm not that big. Not like I'm hung like a horse like those guys in the porn videos. I'm nothing special that I can tell. Why am I suddenly so desirable?" "Oh honey." Alysa said quietly. "Those big cocks in the porn movies, they're no fun at all. Too damn big or too damn long. You on the other hand, a nice nine or so inches long, just fat enough to stretch me. Yeah, that's perfect. And yes, eight or nine is bigger than average, and to me just the perfect size. A six just doesn't get the job done well enough and a footer is just too damn painful." "So the old saying of 'it isn't size it's how you use it' isn't really true then is it?" "Oh honey. Size matters, but it's not the only thing. How you use it matters just as much, but no matter how good you are its hard to make up for a tiny prick when a woman wants to feel filled up." She said, sliding up and down my shaft slowly a couple times. "If Hanna wasn't such a good friend I'd just ride this to oblivion right now. GOD it feels good." "Just how good friends are you?" "If you're asking if we fuck each other, the answer is yes. We've played on more than a few occasions, mostly when there isn't a good cock to be had." "Ohhhhhhh." I groaned as my mind painted an image of the two of them in a sixty nine position eating each other out. "Okay Alysa!" We heard Hanna call from the top of the stairs. "Sounds like my playtime is up." Alysa said disappointedly as she lifted herself off my cock. "Go have fun!" She said after standing up and reaching a hand out to pull me up off the sofa. She pushed me toward the stairs and only after I started walking up did she retreat toward the front door, picking up her coat on the way, the only thing she apparently intended to wear on her way home. I climbed the stairs, hearing a soft rustling coming from the bedroom for a few moments and then silence. I walked toward the bedroom, the door ajar and the room beyond mostly dark. I pushed the door open and took in the sight before me. Arrayed around the room were dozens of small glass candles, their flickering light dancing across the walls and ceiling, the soft yellow glow also flickering on Hanna, who was kneeling in the middle of the bed. At first glance she looked like she had a red bikini on with an assortment of red ribbons tied around her body, most of her body exposed except the very front of her breasts, including her nipples, and a small triangle covering her pussy. As I moved closer it was obvious that the ribbons, stretching from a two inch wide red collar and winding down around her body creating a framework of large diamond shapes, were all the same material and all interconnected at various crossings. The inch wide ribbons of material also combined to hold the triangle between her legs in place as well as the two triangles covering her nipples. Professor In Over His Head "I thought that for our first night you might want to have a present to unwrap." She said huskily, holding a hand out to me. "What do you think?" "I think you're stunning!" I answered honestly, stepping toward the bed and her outstretched hand. She took my hand and coaxed me onto the bed, kneeling in front of her with my cockhead brushing her body as she leaned toward me, her arms wrapping around my neck and her mouth moving toward mine. I felt her hot lips press to mine and I wrapped my arms around her, finding the ties behind her that held the outfit tightly to her body. I felt her tongue press into my mouth, her hot breath following along as she sighed into my mouth. I let my hands stroke and roam her back and bare ass, sliding over, but ignoring, the ties for now, just taking my time and enjoying the feeling of her against me. I'm not sure how long we had been on our knees this way, the embrace loving and tender. She wanted me to be still turned on, and I was. I finally started tugging gently on the ties, undoing them one at a time until I could feel the material over her breasts start to slide down. I coaxed it lower, feeling her hard bare nipples press to my chest as she again sighed softly into my mouth, clearly approving my actions. My hands pushed further, moving the crisscross of straps and triangles of cloth down over her hips, pushing the thong style bottom down over her ass and away from her pussy, allowing my fingers to slip between her legs and find her wet lips. She broke the minutes long kiss and pulled her body tightly against mine. "God, I just can't wait any longer. I don't know who teased who more, me teasing you or me teasing myself." She moaned softly as she gently pressed me backward. She finally pushed far enough I had no choice but to fall back onto the mattress, her body following along until we ended up with her lying on top of me. She gathered herself up, lifting herself off of my chest, but holding herself over me with her hands and knees, her hands finding mine and pulling them one at a time up by my own head. With a grin she gently rocked her body, dragging her rock hard nipples back and forth across my chest as her hips lowered and ground her wet pussy against my cock. "You wanna fuck me?" She asked in gentle whisper. "You wanna put that big cock deep inside me and make me come all over it?" "Uh huh." I answered with a smile. "Well, I'm not gonna let you." She said with a stern look that lasted only a few moments before dissolving into an equally intense smile. "But I am gonna fuck you. I'm gonna slide my pussy all the way up your cock, just like this." She said as her pussy slid along my shaft, her wet lips closing over my engorged head as she pressed my cock to my body with her pussy. "And then I'm gonna slide my hot pussy right over your big, fat, hard cock." She groaned softly as she arched her back down and pressed back against my cock, my head sliding up to the entrance to her pussy and then inside it. "Ohhhhh god yes. I'm going to ride you until you can't stand it and then I'm gonna keep riding you until you fill me with your hot wet cum!" "Mmmmmmm, I like that idea." I answered quietly as she pushed her body back, forcing more of my cock up into her pussy. She pushed back until I could feel her clit press into the base of my cock, the direction of her travel only then changing. She pulled slowly off my cock, feeling for my head to come ever so near the entrance to her pussy before she pressed quickly back again, stopping only when her clit was jammed down into the base of my cock. On and off she slid, her pussy caressing me slowly as my fat mushroom head in turn caressed the walls of her velvety tunnel. I lay there, enjoying each stroke as she worked herself faster, her breathing and actions telling me that she was very truly enjoying her efforts. "God I think I'm going to come." She whispered. "I want you to come with me." "Close." I answered, knowing that it wouldn't take much more to send me spiraling over the edge. "Oh baby. Come for me. Come WITH me! I want to feel your cock spurting your hot cum up into me, filling me with your seed! Ohhhh god yes you feel so perfect!" She moaned loudly. She still had my hands trapped by my head, but her tits were swinging sexily before my face with each stroke. I tilted my head down and grabbed at her nipple with my lips, unable to capture it but letting her know what I was doing. "Oh lover, you don't have to do that. I'm so close I feel like my pussy is on fire! You do that and I'm gonna come all over your hard fat cock." "Isn't that the idea?" "Almost. The idea is to come together!" "Almost then." I whispered back, knowing I was getting extremely close. "A few more good strokes!" "That's it baby. Come for meeeee!" she cried softly as her whole body twitched, her arms and legs shaking as she tried to continue sliding on and off my cock. Her body bounced hard on me as she pushed her climaxing body up my shaft and then let her weight jam me deep into her again. "OH FUCK!" I grunted loudly as my body suddenly jerked, a huge gush of hot cum flowing up and into her from my straining cock. "YESSSS! YESSSS!" she screamed loudly when she felt my cum push into her, her whole body seeming to jerk and tremble on my spurting cock. "Yes yes yes yes yes," She murmured over and over again as she lay herself down on me, her chest heaving and rubbing her sweaty tits around on my chest as she pressed her cheek to mine. "Oh lord yessssss!" She let go of my hands and I moved them to circle her waist, pulling her more snugly against me as the two of us intermittently spasmed in response to our body's mutual climaxes. I could feel her breathing past my ear as she lay on me, her only movements the occasional spasm or shudder running through her body. "Did you like it?" She eventually whispered. "Uh huh." "Did you like my surprise?" "I did. You're a gorgeous woman!" I answered quietly. "How could I not enjoy a view like that?" "You like seeing me half naked?" "Of course." I answered. "So you'd like to see more of that kind of thing?" "Hell yeah." "Mmmmmmmm good." She sighed contentedly. "I was afraid that you didn't like that kind of surprise." "That kind of surprise I'll never complain about." I whispered back. "Mmmmmm good." She sighed again. "Can I just go to sleep like this? I don't want what I feel to stop." "If that's what you want." I answered softly. She never responded, but I knew that she had fallen asleep some time later, my softened cock having long since slipped from her and her regular soft breathing lulling me toward sleep as well. The end...for now.