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Everyone has heard the stories, right? Pretty college coed trades sex for a good grade in a course? I’d always been too professional and self-righteous to take advantage of the poor young girls who had propositioned me. I knew it was unethical, and that was enough. Besides, what if I got one of them pregnant? What if somebody saw us? What if I caught something? Too much could go wrong. It just wasn’t worth the risk - to my marriage or to my career. Most importantly, to my sense of who I was. I was BETTER than that!

Brad, a colleague of mine from another department, had a well-deserved reputation for seducing girls in his classes. I’d overheard him talking about it to several intrigued male colleagues. “Look, they’re whores, right? Only instead of money or jewelry they’re asking for something else of value. It’s usually a good grade in my class, but sometimes they also want to get laid by somebody who knows what he’s doing. So once they make the offer, everything’s on the table. They’ll trade their bodies for what they want. And if they think the grade is worth enough, they’ll put out. Hell, I never get less than a whole night, and usually the deal is for a whole lot more! I haven’t settled for a tit-flash or a pussy-fingering or a blowjob in more than ten years! If I can’t fuck them until I’VE had enough, there just isn’t any deal. In their twats, in their asses, in their mouths. I’m got something of value that they’ll trade for. Grade-whores, that’s all they really are. So why not fuck ‘em and enjoy it? A cunt’s a cunt, right? And they’re young and hot with great bodies! Grade-whores. Gotta love this job!”

I couldn’t accept Brad’s hedonistic rationalizations. I was in a position of trust, and I had real power over my students. Given that power, they often weren’t able to make a fair deal. I could force them into having sex, and they really didn’t have many options. But ethics and morality alone didn’t keep me from exploiting my coeds. Too many bad things could happen, and I wasn’t going to risk everything for a few short moments of sexual release. I really had no idea how much higher the cost could easily be, but the fates had cruelly decided to inform me.

Some coeds are truly tempting. Many of them are at the peak of their beauty, and they exuded their desire and need to find mates. During tests I often studied their firm, hard bodies and beautiful faces. Walking around the room and gazing down I often saw breasts exposed to the nipples. While sitting at my desk it was common for me to be able to look up a skirt and see panties, and occasionally an uncovered pussy. I was known for giving more tests than most of my colleagues, and the opportunity to look at their bodies was one of the reasons. Looking was fine as long as I didn’t touch. Sure.

Janice Stewart caught my eye the first day of classes during one spring semester. I called the roll to see which students on my roster were actually attending my calculus class, and she was one of three particularly attractive coeds in the group of thirty students. She was about five-foot-seven, blonde, blue-eyed, and trim but rounded the way women should be. It was still winter and she was wearing relatively heavy clothing, but her posture and bearing radiated her physical confidence. Most students, particularly the women, looked away when I called their names and looked closely at them in order to memorize their faces. Jan gave me an enigmatic smile and stared directly into my eyes. “Jan, not Janice. Please call me Jan, Professor.” I felt her eyes pull at me, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. She was special from the first moment I saw her.

Nobody ever sat in the front row, but Jan sat one row back, right in the front. I quickly realized she was a serious student. She asked questions in class, and she frequently stopped by my office for help with assignments. As the weather began to get warm, everyone’s clothing reflected the arrival of spring, and I could easily see that her figure was indeed as shapely and trim as I had suspected that first day. When she sat next to me in my office and worked on problems at my desk, I could smell her shoulder-length, golden hair. The natural scent of her skin frequently caused me to become erect. Unfortunately this meant I usually masturbated while thinking about Jan since I was unable to get normal sexual relief at home.

After our second child graduated from college and left home, my wife quickly divorced me so that she could stop, as she phrased it, “living a lie.” She had known she was a lesbian before I began dating her. It was only after our divorce that I learned she had maintained a three-decade-long affair with Lisa, her lover/roommate from college. Lisa was unmarried, and had often stayed for several days at a time in our home. I had never suspected a thing.

The day she moved out, my ex-wife moved into an apartment with Lisa and proclaimed their sexuality to the world. Six months later we finally sold our house and divided the proceeds. I bought a tiny old farmhouse about ten miles from town. Its location made it easier for me to hide from the stares of my colleagues, both male and female.

I had always felt virile and athletic, even if I didn’t fuck my coeds. But my masculine reputation was very much a matter of derision after my wife left me for a woman. After several single women turned me down for dates, I gave up trying. Mary Palm and her five daughters now provided my only sexual activity - as they had done for some time prior to my divorce. Dreaming about Jan and several of the other women in my classes at least made the experience more intense. I was free to fantasize about fucking them even if I knew I could never actually do it.

During our so-called marriage I had acquired a number of pieces of exercise equipment. My ex had no interest in any of it, and I used the dining room of my farmhouse as my workout space. I had always kept myself in good shape, so when I unexpectedly found myself living alone, I began to vigorously work out two or more hours each day. I also laid out several trails on my new property, and during good weather I managed daily runs of several miles.

Six months after my marriage ended I was in the best physical shape of my life. I didn’t have the raw strength I’d had when I was younger, but I had a resting heart-rate pf fifty- five, and my waist was a trim thirty-two inches. My lean six-foot-tall body had returned to one hundred seventy-five pounds. My ejaculations, wasted as I masturbated, increased in both quantity and squirt-distance. For the first time since I was a teenager, I constantly thought about sex. The irony of my situation was not lost on me.

My raw lust for Jan tempted me. But I hadn’t fooled around with my students since my first couple of years of graduate school, and I wasn’t about to start now. I suspected that Jan was used to professors coming on to her. Consequently when I didn’t make any moves, she became relaxed and comfortable around me. In fact we became as friendly as we possibly could, given our professor-student relationship. When she got a C- on my first exam, she cried in my office for nearly a half-hour. She didn’t ask me to change her grade. Instead she asked for advice about ways to control her crippling anxiety during exams.

In about the middle of the semester Jan brought two tennis racquets to class. Her hair was tied back in a cute ponytail. That’s how I learned she played number two on the women’s tennis team, and her daily practices explained her healthy, athletic, slender figure.

From that day forward I made a point of watching her home matches. Her short tennis outfit revealed her shapely, powerful legs and unexpectedly bouncy breasts, and I was embarrassed by my inappropriate erections. Win or lose, she would always stop by the bleachers to say hello and talk for a few minutes after her matches. I could barely conceal my lust for her young body. Smelling the aroma of her fresh sweat turned on my libido like flipping a switch. I felt like a pervert. Mary Palm and her daughters were kept busy after her matches as I fantasized about having sex with Jan.

Jan earned a B- on the second test, but then fell back to a D on the third. Perhaps because of the time she spent practicing tennis, she barely earned a C on the comprehensive final exam which she took that fateful Wednesday morning..

THURSDAY: TEASED, TEMPTED, AND TESTED

Jan knew she had not done well, and the day after the exam she sent me an e-mail asking about her course grade. Twenty minutes after I e-mailed her that she had received a C, she was knocking on my office door.

Jan sat down in a chair facing the front of my desk, dropped her clutch purse onto my desk, and immediately began sobbing into her hands. I sat behind my desk, wondering what I should do. My office door was open, as is my custom whenever students are with me, and several colleagues glanced in and saw her crying. This was not an uncommon scene at this time of year, and they gave me sympathetic smiles.

I handed Jan a box of tissues, and she finally composed herself. She stared at me. Her deep blue eyes were red and swollen, and I could see she was still on the verge of tears. I’ve never been able to handle crying women, and I didn’t know what to say, so I just looked back at her. I really liked her, I was still lusting after her body, and I didn’t know how to handle her tears. I was a complete jerk.

“I can’t get a C in this class!” Jan finally said in a voice not much louder than a whisper. “I just can’t!” Her eyes caught and held my own.

“Jan, I’m sorry! I really am! But even with your good homework scores, your average is just barely seventy percent. And that’s also what you got on the final exam. So a C is what you earned.”

“Have you turned in the grades yet? Can you still change your mind?” Jan asked.

“No, grades aren’t due for this class until tomorrow. But I’ve checked your final carefully, and I can’t give you a higher grade. I’m really sorry.” I replied. I felt the first stirring of my penis, and I broke eye contact.

“I’ll do ANYTHING to get a better grade! ANYTHING!” Jan whispered.

I’d heard that one far too many times before. I’d even been offered money. But I doubted that Jan was as desperate as she was pretending to be. She certainly didn’t really mean what she was saying. In spite of Bart’s attitude, they almost never do. I also knew her well enough to believe that she wasn’t a grade-whore. Besides, after more than a quarter-century of teaching, I wasn’t about to risk my job by doing something stupid. In spite of my lust for her body, I still thought of her as a friend. I gently shook my head. No.

Jan stared at me. There was a strange determined look on her face as her eyes bored into mine. “Can’t you give me an I-Grade - an Incomplete - and assign me some extra work to do? I need at least a B in this class to keep my scholarship. I can work all weekend. I’ve got all my grades except for Psych. That final’s tomorrow, but it’s an easy A. Calc. is five credits. I need a B to keep my GPA high enough!” Jan begged in a soft whisper. She was desperate, but also clearly embarrassed to be asking me, her professor friend, for a favor.

I shook my head again. “Jan, it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the class. I’m sorry you didn’t do better, but sometimes that’s what happens. I know you worked hard, but it just wasn’t enough.”

Jan stared at me, then broke eye contact as she got to her feet. She closed my office door and leaned back against it, facing me. Once again she had a determined look on her face. “Jan, I don’t like to be alone with students when my door is closed!” I said. “I don’t want anybody to accuse me of . . .”

Jan began to unbutton her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her perky breasts suddenly bounced into view. God, they were incredible! A dark blush spread over her face and chest, and her nipples began to get hard. I heard a high-pitched whirring sound inside my head as I stared at her breasts. My throat felt dry. I’d never seen any so beautiful! I was getting hard.

Jan left her top open and let me stare as her breathing jiggled her breasts up and down. She seemed embarrassed, and the smile on her face didn’t look quite right. But I was staring at her nipples more than her face, so I may have misunderstood. My deep breathing sounded loud in the silence of the office.

Jan slipped her thumbs into the front of her hip-hugging shorts. She pushed the front of her shorts lower, and her skimpy white bikini panties appeared. There was a pale shadow visible through her panties, just above her crotch. I could see a few blonde pubic hairs peeking out, framing the shadow. “I mean it!” She whispered. “I’ll do anything! ANYTHING! I need my scholarship!” Tears were streaming down her face, but I barely noticed.

My penis was trying to find space to get erect, but my jockey shorts were in the way. My erection began to throb painfully as it struggled against the unyielding cloth. When Jan thrust her hips forward and back, mimicking sex, her breasts jiggled and I groaned. Jan smiled through her tears. We both knew I wanted her. But she still looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. I had an unkind thought as I wondered how many other professors had accepted her offer. Who could possibly resist her? Was anybody else as moral as was I?

The motions of Jan’s hips provided me a better view of the pale shadow showing through her panties. She obviously had a thatch of golden-yellow pubic hair. It was so thick it pressed outward against her tight, white panties.

After several seconds, Jan began to push her shorts lower, twisting her body seductively back and forth. As her shorts slipped below the level of her crotch, I could see a faint crease in her panties marking the front of her slit. My next breath was almost a grunt. “Jan! For God’s sake! Stop!” I managed to whisper. “Cover yourself up and we’ll talk about this! But you’ve got to open the door!” My conscience was still struggling for control. What I really wanted her to do was to remove the rest of her clothes. It’s hard to think clearly with an erect penis.

Jan stopped moving and stared at me. “How can we talk about you fucking me if the door’s open?” She asked, louder than I would have liked. She began to slide her top off her shoulders and down her arms. She was moving her hips in an undulating motion and her shorts fell down around her ankles. She blushed deeply and began to finger the top of her panties. A quarter-inch strip of golden pubic curls suddenly appeared at the top of her panties. She was almost naked and I felt my self-control starting to slip away.

I leaned to my right and pulled a second chair next to mine behind my desk. “Here! You can sit here and we’ll use the computer to talk! Nobody else can see the screen! But please! Cover yourself and open the damned door before we’re both in trouble!”

Jan gave me a quick look of triumph before she slowly buttoned up her top. I continued to stare at her barely-covered crotch as she watched me. Her thighs were together, but I could see more than enough to excite me. She blushed again. As she reached behind her for the doorknob she asked, “You can see my nipples through the cloth. You like that, don’t you?” Then she pulled her shorts up, opened the door, and grinned as she came over flopped down next to me in the chair I had pulled up to my desk.

Jan reached to her left for the computer keyboard. If anyone walked by and saw her, other than her deep blush and the streaks left by her tears, the look on her face was one of complete innocence. We were both breathing rapidly. I doubted whatever appeared on my own face concealed my lust. My penis still throbbed.

Jan pulled the keyboard toward her and began typing. Her side of our “conversation” was coarse and crude, and completely unlike any of our prior interactions.

>>>JAN: You want to fuck me, don’t you???

>>> LEO: You have a great body but I can’t. I won’t risk my job just for that.

>>>JAN: I wont tell and I’m on the pill so you cant nok me up! Why not fuck me???

>>>LEO: How old are you?

>>>JAN: Old enough to give you a fuck youll never forger!!!

>>>LEO: How old?

>>>JAN: Nineteen. So what???

I realized I was almost three times Jan’s age! Her grandparents and I probably listened to the same music! This was crazy!

>>>LEO: You’re much too young for me. It’s too big a risk You’re still a child.

I heard Jan mutter “Shit!” under her breath.

>>>JAN: You give me the I-grade and we can work out something for me to do for extra credit. I know you got excited watching me play tennis cuz your dork got hard. I could see it poking your pants out. It made me wet knowing you wanted to fuck me!!!

>>>LEO: Okay you got me all turned on but what makes sex with you so special? Don’t you think I can get laid?

>>>JAN: Im not a virgin and Im not a slut but my last boyfriend said I was really hot in bed. Want to find out???

>>>LEO: Last boyfriend? How many guys have you had sex with?

>>>JAN: Four, but I only fucked one.

>>>LEO: How is that four if you only had intercourse with one?

>>>JAN: Oral. You know like Clinton. Intercourse? Cant you say fuck?

She did blow jobs! I hadn’t been blown since I was a senior in college! I felt a sudden desire to have Jan sucking on my penis as I stared at her naked body. With considerable difficulty I brushed that fantasy aside.

>>>LEO: Somebody would be sure to see us and we’d both be in trouble. I might lose my job and they’d throw you out on your pretty ass. It’s too risky!

>>>JAN: You like my ass???? I had you figured for a tit man!!!

>>>LEO: I’m serious. I’m flattered, but we can’t do this.

Jan stared at the keyboard for several seconds. I could smell her sexy perfume and my erection was still throbbing painfully. I suddenly realized I was trying to think of a way to get away with it. It had been a long time since my last real sex, and that had been with my lesbian ex-wife. Jan interrupted my thoughts when she began to type again.

>>>JAN: Maybe more than one fuck? You turn in an Incomplete for my grade. My Psych final ends at 10 tomorrow. My folks cant pick me up til Monday noon. You sneak me into your place after my final and I’ll do ANYTHING you want until Monday morning. You can have me most of Friday and Saturday and Sunday. Then you give me a B. Deal????

Holy shit! She was offering her young body to me for three days and nights! This was a LOT more than a quick fuck for a grade! Even Bart would have approved of this arrangement! I heard my lust screaming YES! YES! YES! Inside my head, but my conscience somehow overcame it.

>>>LEO: Jan, I’m tempted, but I just can’t do it. I have to say no.

Jan slowly turned her face toward me, gave me a sly smile, then began to type again.

>>>JAN: Wan to bet??? Im going to get you off in your pants right now

Jan gave a funny laugh and put her left arm around my shoulders. She began to rub her barely-covered breasts back and forth on my right arm. I could feel her nipples getting harder. With her right hand she reached into my lap and began to rub my erection through my pants. She gestured toward the open door with her head. “This is so-o-o exciting! Maybe somebody will see us!” She whispered, then she stuck her tongue in my ear and began to move it around.

The little minx had me! I was terrified that someone would see us, and I was also almost ready to cum in my pants. There would be no reasonable way to conceal the resulting stain and smell, and obviously I couldn’t pull my penis out and spray cum anywhere else. Even if I managed to get Jan to stop rubbing my penis, my arousal was already so intense that her tongue and breast contact was enough to get me to cum. The whining sound inside my head was getting louder. I felt a familiar tightening in my groin as I prepared to ejaculate. I pulled her hand out of my lap and leaned away from her. “Okay, it’s a deal! Now STOP!” I gasped out in a whisper.
Jan released me and sat demurely in the chair next to mine. Other than her bright red face, she was the picture of innocence as she stared at the computer screen. She glanced toward the door as a colleague walked by my office and looked in. “That was close. You almost waited too long, Professor!” She whispered. She started typing again. I could see the shape of her nipples pressing hard against her top. If the door to my office had been closed, I would have reached for them. My penis was in charge of my brain. I was right on the edge of losing control. I could feel my balls throbbing.

>>>JAN: I’ll come here after my Psych final. That way I won’t have to sneak out of my dorm. I cant bring much so what will I need????

I froze for a few seconds. I hadn’t thought this through since my erection had been doing all of my thinking for several minutes. But I wasn’t completely helpless. Or stupid. But I really needed to beat off!

>>>LEO: If you have your period, the deal is off. When was your last one?

>>>JAN: About a week ago.

>>>LEO: O.K. Bring your birth control pills in your purse.

>>>JAN: What about clothes and other stuff like my toothbrush and deodorant and stuff like that????

>>>LEO: You won’t be wearing clothes. Maybe a comb or brush for your hair. I’ll give you everything else you need.

>>>JAN: O.K. but you look pretty old to have me naked for three days I don’t want you to have a heart atak or stoke or something!!!

>>>LEO: I may be old but I’ve had a lot more sex than you have. Calculus is over. Starting tomorrow I’m your sex ed professor. Your grade is entirely based upon your lab activities. If I ask you to do anything and you say no, you fail. That means I change the Incomplete to an F. Deal?

>>>JAN: DEAL!!!!! But I cant imagine what you could teach me about fucking!!!

>>>LEO: After Sunday you won’t be so lacking in imagination. Believe me.

>>>JAN: I’ll be back tomorrow about 10 then I get to fuck my professor!!!

Jan stood up and leaned forward over my desk to pick up her little purse. She held that pose for several seconds until she was certain I was staring at her breasts and nipples. Then she giggled and walked out the door. In spite of her light mood, her body was stiff and tight, and she didn’t move as smoothly as she usually did. Even in my aroused state I recognized that most of her bravado was just an act. Well, act or no act, I was going to fuck her as much as I wanted! She made the deal, didn’t she?

As soon as I heard her footsteps disappear down the hall, I staggered to my feet and closed and locked my office door. I undid my belt and pulled down my pants and undershorts. My penis sprang up. Pre-cum drooled from its opening. My balls ached, but at least my penis no longer felt crushed inside my pants. I hobbled back to my desk chair and sat down.

A couple of minutes later Mary Palm and her daughters and a vision of Jan’s naked body provided me the most intense climax I’d experienced in several years. There were spots in front of my eyes and I slumped in my chair until my vision cleared. There was cum on my hand and thighs - and also on my desk. Fortunately none had landed on my pants. I cleaned everything up using the same box of tissues I’d earlier handed to Jan. The smell might give me away, but at least nothing was stained.

With my sexual tension momentarily relieved, I thought about my situation. I was rational again! Jan had blushed a lot, and she had been stiff and tense when she left my office. She had pretended to be hot to trot, but I sensed that it was mostly an act. Most likely she had barely been able to talk herself into this.

But I didn’t see any way I could avoid living up to the deal Jan had forced me to accept. Once I adjusted to the reality of what Jan and I were going to do, my erection returned, harder than before. It had been decades since I had recovered this fast! I was going to have an athletic young woman parading herself naked in front of me for three days! I could make her do anything, even masturbate herself in front of me. I could fuck her in her cunt, mouth, or even in her ass.

I had never engaged in anal sex before, but I managed to vividly fantasize bending Jan over a chair as she held her cheeks apart. I quickly forced my greased penis into her behind, and she began to scream. My climax built to an explosion, and I shot blast after blast of cum into her tight rectum. When my fantasy faded, I was breathing hard and my desk was again covered with cum.

My penis remained soft, but my fantasies continued. I could do ANYTHING I wanted with her! Those incredible beasts were MINE to enjoy! Soon I would be staring at her blonde pubic hair. Her mouth would soon be sucking my penis back to life so that I could fuck her again and again.

I’d never before allowed myself to indulge in this sort of degenerate erotic fantasy, and the intensity of my responses momentarily frightened me. I ignored my misgivings and allowed my imagination to run free. How soon would Jan have her first orgasm with me? How many times would she cum before she begged me to stop?

I knew I would need some help if I wanted to avoid having a weekend of sex with a coed turn into a disaster. My normal reaction was to fall asleep shortly after I ejaculated. Viagra usually helped, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. .

Looking back on it now, I’m ashamed of what I was thinking. My wife had left me for another woman, I couldn’t get a date, and I wanted to strike back. I wanted to degrade and humiliate a woman - any woman - and Jan was available. I’d never been interested in anal sex, but if it would hurt Jan, I wanted to do it. I thought about asking Bart to come visit so that she could be further used as a sex toy, but I was too insecure. What if he had a bigger penis? What if he was a better lover and “stole” her away from me? Finally I was feeling inadequate because Jan had gotten me to masturbate in my office. She was the reason I was going to betray my own convictions, and I wanted to make her pay!

I cleaned up my second ejaculatory mess. Ten minutes later I drove to the nearest subway station. A little more than an hour later I was in Times Square. I withdrew three-hundred dollars from an ATM, and walked as casually as I could into one of the dozens of sex shops scattered around the neighborhood. I spent most of the cash, then carried my large bag of supplies back to the subway.

It was early evening when I finally got home. I unpacked my purchases and made a list of the other things I would need. I drove to a drugstore and bought some batteries, some lubricating jelly, and a few other supplies. Then I stopped for a couple of cheeseburgers and a soft drink. My penis remained semierect, a condition I hadn’t enjoyed for decades.

Everything worked when I inserted the batteries, and I practiced until I understood all of the controls. Then I took a shower and went to bed. I was fully erect with anticipation, but I didn’t beat off. I wanted to save my cum for Jan. I fell asleep happy for the first time since my wife told me she wanted a divorce. I was about to do something unethical and completely irresponsible. But I felt terrific at the prospect of what I was about to do!

FRIDAY: SEXUAL SLAVERY’S STRANGE SURPRISES

I awoke early and got cleaned up. During breakfast I read portions of the how-to manual I had purchased at Times Square. They were incredibly instructive! But I’m in the education business, so I know how to read those things. Before I drove to my office, I checked to be certain that I still remembered how all of my “toys” from Times Square worked.

I got to my office before 9:00, and I took my time as I carefully completed the grade sheet for my calculus class. I read my e-mail. Then I just sat and waited for Jan. I could vividly recall how her body had looked. I couldn’t wait to see her blonde pubic hair! That would be a first for me!

At 9:45 I swallowed a Viagra tablet. Jan bounced into my office about five minutes after 10:00. She had a mischievous look on her face, and her eyes sparkled. But her face was still covered with a deep, red blush. I showed her that I had given her a grade of Incomplete, and then I handed her a short list of instructions I’d printed. She read through them and held out her hand. I gave her a key to my car and she grinned and left my office. I could sense shame hiding beneath her outward demeanor, but she was clearly going to live up to her deal with me. Since I had the power of giving her a grade, did she really have a choice? My lust easily pushed that concern aside.

I’d deliberately parked my car in a secluded area of the faculty parking lot. Since final exams were still being given, I knew that there was almost no chance that anybody would be arriving after the next exam started. I’d given Jan instructions about finding my car, unlocking it, and hiding on the floor in front of the back seat.

In the meantime I walked across campus to the Registrar’s Office and turned in my grade sheet. The secretary reminded me about the deadline for changing an Incomplete grade into something else, and I told her that I’d already made arrangements with the student to make up the work. She wished me luck since those arrangements almost always didn’t work.

As I headed to my car I thought about the way Jan’s bottom had looked as she had left my office. She had a better body than any women with whom I’d ever been intimate. She was also the youngest since I’d lost my virginity. And her body was mine to enjoy! All mine! I could feel my erection straining to escape my pants.

I unlocked the driver’s side and glanced into the back seat. I could see that Jan had followed my instructions. She was hidden under a sheet I’d left in the car. The interior of the car was hot, and I could smell the sexual scent of her perspiration. As I pulled out of the parking lot, she started to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I’ve always heard those stories about girls fucking their professors!” She laughed. “And here I am hiding in the back seat so you can sneak me away for a weekend in bed with you!”

I didn’t think it was all that funny, so Jan was probably just nervous. Well, so was I. In spite of the Viagra, my erection had abruptly disappeared when I’d seen her in the car. I knew professors like Bart who had carved quite a swath through the female half of the student body, and they’d always disgusted me. Now I was joining their ranks. Damn Jan anyway! I’d show her! I’ll bet the other times she’d had sex with her professors they’d been nice guys! If she was telling the truth, all she’d done with them was give them blow jobs. Wait until she found out what I was like!

My emotions were riding a roller coaster, full of twists and turns. I decided to enjoy my fall from professionalism. Once again I was surprised to discover how excited I was at the prospect of “owning” a fuck-toy for the weekend. The thought of being able to order Jan to do anything I wanted was so tantalizing that I started to worry. I thought about how it would feel to force her to have sex in different positions, and I was shocked at my eager response. I vividly imagined tying her to the bed so that I could take her again and again. That image was enough to make me erect again.

Jan was no longer merely a student whose friendship I enjoyed. She was about to become an object of lust, and nothing more - not even a human being. I realized my attitude was a reaction to my ex-wife’s leaving me for a woman. I intended to regain my masculinity by treating Jan - my student and my friend - like a piece of meat. My conscience tried to interfere, but I pushed it away. Fuck it! And fuck Jan!

I had a sudden nasty idea, and I turned the car toward the main part of the campus. I reached back and pulled the sheet off Jan. I tugged it away from her and threw it onto the seat beside me. “Hand me your purse, Jan!” She handed it up. Her hand was shaking.

As I looked through it, I felt Jan moving around in the back seat. “Professor, somebody could look in and see me! Shouldn’t I stay under the sheet?”

I didn’t answer her. I found my car key and put it in my pocket. I left everything else except her birth-control pills in her purse. I tossed her purse onto the sheet and put the pills in my shirt pocket. What I planned to do might overheat and ruin them. “Okay, Jan! Strip off your clothes and hand them up to me!”

Jan muttered something. It amounted to a firm NO. “Jan, we’ve hardly gotten started yet. Should I go back and give you an F so we don’t waste any more time?” I knew she had to do whatever I ordered, and it made me feel incredibly powerful! And masculine! And no longer deceived and controlled by a lesbian wife!

Jan didn’t say a word. She immediately handed her sandals to me. A few seconds later she handed me her top and white bra. As she struggled to stay out of sight while she pulled her shorts off, I examined the label in her bra. 34B. Her breasts weren’t gigantic, but they were certainly a nice size!

Jan stopped moving around, and her bare arm pushed her shorts over the seat. I found her tiny white bikini panties inside. From what I knew of women’s sizes, she had about thirty-six-inch hips. There was a penny-sized damp spot in the crotch. Good! At least she was looking forward to the weekend! Or perhaps the risk of being seen naked was turning her on!

“I’m awfully exposed back here!” She whispered. “Shouldn’t we go to . . . to where you live? What if somebody sees me? Can I have the sheet back?”

“Well, the sheet stays up here. It won’t do you much good to cover your pussy and tits! So better put your hands up to hide your face! That way anybody who sees you will just see a naked blonde woman in my car and they won’t know for certain that it’s you!” I said. The thought of somebody seeing Jan naked in my car excited me. The desire to completely degrade her was becoming stronger.

“Prick!” Jan muttered. She had no idea! I knew I was trying to get back at my ex-wife, but I didn’t care. A cunt’s a cunt, right?

I drove over to a parking space directly in front of the dorm Jan lived in. I told Jan where we were. “What the fuck are you doing?” She asked. “Do you WANT somebody to see me?”

“Sure!” I said. “It’ll improve my reputation! But maybe your friends won’t recognize you!”

With that said I picked up Jan’s clothes, her purse, and the sheet, and got out of the car. I heard her curse. I opened the trunk and locked everything inside, then got back into the car. “Well, I hope I can find a parking place close to my place.” I said. “Otherwise it might be an uncomfortable walk, naked and barefoot as you are!” That was mostly a lie, but she didn’t know it. But I liked the idea that it worried her!

“You can’t be serious!” Jan wailed. “This isn’t what I agreed to do! This isn’t sex!”

I let her complain for a couple of minutes. When she stopped, I said, “Shall I drive you to my place? Or would you rather sit here and argue in front of your dorm until somebody sees you like this? Maybe one of your friends? I guess you can always just get out and run naked to your room. Oops! I have your key locked in my trunk! Sorry!” I reached back awkwardly between the seats and rubbed my hand on the bare skin on the back of her waist. I could feel the soft firmness of her body tighten against my fingers. I rearranged my shorts with my left hand to relieve the pressure of my erection which was now throbbing stiffly against my clothing.

“For God’s sake drive away!” Jan said. “I had not idea you were like this! You’re really sick, you know that?”

I laughed. I started the car and drove slowly through the campus, then headed toward my little domicile. Jan was right, of course. I knew I was allowing what my ex-wife had done to me to affect how I was treating Jan. But it felt good and I didn’t care. No wonder Bart liked getting coeds to fuck him! Man, this was real power! I had a sex- slave!

As I turned onto my long gravel driveway, I asked Jan, “Are you ready to parade yourself naked in front of my neighbors?”

Jan didn’t say anything, and I assumed I had her thoroughly scared and embarrassed. After about a minute, I drove into my front yard, then around my old farmhouse and down a bumpy, rough, dirt road. She groaned when the car jerked violently. Several minutes later I stopped the car about a hundred yards from the house. “Well, we’re here, Jan!” I said. “Time to make your naked entrance! Let’s show my neighbors what a great piece of ass you are! Maybe I’ll fuck you in front of them!”

The farm hadn’t been active for several years. I had stopped the car in what had been an access road to a couple of fields which were rapidly being overtaken by undergrowth. There were numerous small pine trees, perhaps seven or eight feet tall, but most of the vegetation was only about ankle-deep. The ground was nearly covered by some sort of prickly bramble which I kept off the narrow access roads by driving over them every week or so. The stickers on the brambles couldn’t penetrate the car’s tires, but they caught on clothing and hurt when they scratched the skin. Jan couldn’t possibly walk through them barefoot. .

I got out of the car and waited. Jan lifted her head high enough to look out the windows. She looked all around and finally realized we were completely alone. “You bastard!” She shrieked at me, then began to get out of the car.

Her body was almost too much to believe. Even though she was a blonde, she had a dark tennis tan - face, arms, and legs. Her feet were so starkly white it looked as if she were wearing socks. Her front was white from just below her neck to about mid-thigh. The sharp color contrast with her tan made her breasts and crotch stand out. I had a perfect view of the triangle of curly, blonde pubic hair which covered her lower abdomen. I caught a quick flash of her pink labia as she carefully put her feet on the ground. Her nipples were small, pink, and pointed.

“Ouch! Dammit! I need my sandals!” Jan cried. “I can’t walk barefoot through this shit!”

“It’s not that bad, but be careful where you put your feet.” I said. I pointed toward the farmhouse. “That’s where you’re going. I wanted to watch you jiggle and bounce so I brought you out here.”

I pointed down the narrow road and her eyes looked in that direction. “Or you could always go that way. There aren’t many stickers on the road. Of course you’ll have to walk almost to the highway over there, and people will see you, but it’s easier walking. It’s about a mile, I think. And then you can follow another road back to the house. Probably take you - about an hour, barefoot. But people driving by will, only be able to see you for about half of that time.”

Jan glared at me. I took several steps backwards into the field so that I could enjoy the view as she struggled to carefully walk directly toward the house. She got about ten feet, then began to cry. “I can’t!” She wailed. “It hurts my feet too much! Give me my sandals! Please?”

That’s exactly what I’d planned to do, but then I had an inspiration. I could further degrade and humiliate Jan and establish her sex-toy status at the same time. “I’ll come back for you!” I said as I walked quickly to the car and started it up. Jan managed two or three careful steps before I drove away. I looked back and saw her standing naked, alone, and helpless as she flipped me the bird. She was screaming something that I couldn’t hear over the sound of the engine.

I followed the roads I’d pointed out to Jan around the old fields, then back to the farmhouse. I unlocked the house and carried everything from the car inside. I left her birth-control pills on the bathroom sink. I pulled off my shirt, and then pulled my shorts and undershorts over my feet without removing my sandals.

Naked except for my sandals, I walked out onto the porch. Jan hadn’t moved. Her naked body was truly a delightful sight, and it improved as I carefully walked across the field toward her. My erection bobbed up and down in front of me with each step.
It was a hot day, and we were both in full sun. I could see sweat glistening on her skin as I approached her, and it was already dripping down my own body. She was staring at my erection with both her mouth and eyes wide open.

“How’d you fuck your boyfriend and not see an erect prick, Jan?” I asked.

“I did, but you . . . You’re bigger! I thought . . . You’re an old guy! I thought you couldn’t . . . you know . . . get like that!”

“Your first lover must be short! I’m just over six inches, so hardly above average. They come lots bigger than this!’

Jan was still staring at my penis. “You’re not just longer. You’re . . . bigger. You know, thicker! Compared to his, yours looks . . . you know, chunky.”

I decided this was a compliment. I walked up to Jan and stopped with the head of my penis just touching her golden pubic curls. She began to tremble. Her sudden blush looked like sunburn. “Gee, I must have forgotten to bring your sandals, so I’ll have to carry you. Here’s how we’ll do it. When I pick you up, wrap your legs around me with your boobs against my face. Then hang on!”

So far I was following the plan I had quickly decided upon. Jan was naked and helpless, and now I wanted to get her naked, sweaty body wrapped around mine. I wanted her to get used to having my naked body in intimate contact with hers. Once I had carried her to the house, I thought I could use a shared shower to fuck her for the first time, probably bent over with me entering her from the rear to further humiliate her. “Well?” I asked. “It’s hot out here, and I’m going to go back to the house. Do I carry you or do you walk barefoot?”

Jan looked up from my penis and looked at the house so far away. She looked into my face and glared at me. “Just the thought of touching your old, sweaty body disgusts me, but I don’t have any choice, do I? So let’s get it over with! Bastard!”

Wasn’t that interesting? Jan had really been desperate for her grade of B. Apparently most of what she had done in my office really had been an act. Well, she was still going to spend three days with my penis ejaculating into every possible opening in her body.

I grabbed Jan’s sweaty, naked, muscular behind and lifted her up against my chest. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, pressing her crotch against my abdomen and her breasts against the upper part of my chest. I lowered her slightly until my erection was pressing along the entire length of her exposed pussy. Her pubic hair was so soft it felt like the top of my shaft was pressing against fine wool. Then I squeezed her behind as I kissed her. The muscles in her behind were firm and tight beneath her skin.

As I had expected, Jan resisted. For several minutes I held her like that without moving. I nibbled and kissed her lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, but she kept her teeth together. We were intimately intertwined, naked, in the bright sunlight in the middle of the old cornfield. Our bodies were dripping wet with sweat.

All at once Jan’s body began to wiggle, and she opened her mouth. Her tongue pressed against mine. She gave a short, high-pitched mew, like a kitten crying for milk. Her kisses slowly began to reveal the beginning of her arousal. She wasn’t particularly heavy, and I was in no hurry. But I had verified that our intimate contact would get her aroused, and that would make it easier to fuck her in the shower.

I turned and started to walk slowly toward the house. As I walked my penis rubbed firmly against Jan’s pussy. We were perhaps halfway to the house when she took several quick breaths through her nose. I kissed her and her return kiss was heavy with passion. “What got you so turned on, Jan? Was it riding naked in the car? Or being carried naked and sweaty across a field in the sunshine?”

“You’re the professor! Shit, you know what’s happening. Your . . . prick is rubbing against me and I can’t help myself! I know it’s too thick to fit inside me, but it still . . . Shit! It’s getting me hot!” Jan kissed me with a lot of tongue action and I felt her hips rocking slowly forward and back, forcing my erection to gently rub her labia. I could feel her heat and moisture against my penis. The soft, wooly feel of her pussy was now also wet.

Jan’s powerful, uninhibited responses to my stimulation caused me to abandon my plan. Instead of humiliating her, I felt a growing desire to bring her to orgasm. I also wanted to have her experience that while fucking her, not while my penis was rubbing the outside of her crotch. Well, it would be demeaning for her to be fucked in daylight in the middle of a field, so what the heck? I could always fuck her in the shower later.

I still had my hands around Jan’s buttocks. I lifted her higher up my body. Her stiff nipples poked into me and dragged slowly against my sweaty chest. She moaned against my tongue. I stopped lifting when only the head of my penis was still in contact with her fuzzy crotch.

Jan was wiggling against me and she was moaning with every breath. I reached under her and pulled up against my penis with the fingers of both of my hands. I felt the head of my penis slip past her anus and between her wet outer labia. It started to enter her opening. “God no! You’re too thick! You’re going to hurt me if you go any deeper!”

For a moment I felt an intense and powerful satisfaction because Jan was completely helpless. If she tried to get down, her movements would likely force my penis into her. If she didn’t get down, I would continue to hold her in a near-fucking position. But the pleasure of humiliating and degrading her slipped away as my desire to please her gradually overwhelmed me. I had an abrupt realization that she was my friend! And I wanted to have sex with her as a friend, not as a plaything. Was that revelation ever a surprise!

I held Jan for about thirty seconds, then I began to slowly walk toward the house. In my aroused confusion, I changed my mind again, and decided that I would carry her to the house and then mate with her as we took a shower together. Unfortunately I neglected to relocate my penis. Her pussy was pressing downward against my crown, not sideways against my shaft as it had been before.

With each step the vibration caused the tip of my penis to shift its position against her pussy, and I could feel it starting to go deeper into her wetness. She pulled her mouth away from mine. “NO! It hurts! It’s not going in straight! Stop!”

There was absolutely no way I could stop. I didn’t want to hurt Jan, but since I was barely larger than average, I knew my penis would fit, even if she didn’t. My desire to feel my penis completely inside her consumed me. I took another step, then counted to three, then took another step. With each one I gained another millimeter of penetration. She was wet, but really tight. And my penis was slowly going in as her vagina adjusted to my size.

I took another step. Jan screamed, and the head of my penis was completely inside her. The hot and wet pressure of her vagina was making me get even harder. I stood still and savored the sensations of unbelievable pleasure radiating out from the head of my penis. Her vagina was trembling erratically as it gripped me. Her little cries became moans as I held her.

Jan was uncomfortable and afraid, but her body instinctively knew what to do. She rocked her pelvis forward and back until she suddenly found the right angle. She put her head back and screamed as she slowly slipped down my erection. She was trembling in my arms as a climax rocked her body. Well, this hadn’t been my original plan, but I wasn’t upset. Her first climax with my penis inside her had been a good one - at least as good as any I’d ever seen my ex-wife experience.

After thirty seconds or so Jan turned lowered her face back to mine and kissed me really hard. I could feel her vagina trembling firmly around my shaft as her climax began to wane. Perhaps an inch-and-a-half of my penis was still outside her body.

When Jan relaxed her legs and her heels were no longer digging into my backside, I lifted my hips forward and let her weight slowly push her the rest of the way onto me. As our pubic hair smashed together, she moaned against my mouth and I felt her vagina begin to slowly tremble again. We still had about forty yards to go, and I began walking toward the house. Ten or twelve steps later I had to stop as she screamed and clawed my back with her fingernails. She jerked her body and trembled so hard I almost lost my balance. I’d never before been with a woman who experienced anything like it!

For the first time I wondered if I had made a mistake. Jan was a healthy young female animal in excellent physical condition. Her nearly complete lack of inhibitions had allowed her to have two orgasms within a couple of minutes. I had not planned to stand and hold her entire weight for any period of time, and I could feel the first twinges of fatigue in my legs. And I had difficulty walking because she was still writhing and jerking in the throes of her orgasm.

I held Jan and waited for her tremors to stop. “God! Oh God oh God oh God!” She said as I sucked on her tongue and lips. When she opened her eyes, they were unfocused. When I began walking again, she twisted and rubbed herself against me, and in only a few steps she began to moan. Almost immediately she had another screaming climax. Her fingernails hurt as she clawed my back, and I this time I could feel a sharp burning. She had drawn blood. I walked faster as she screamed and clawed.

I was dripping with sweat and my legs were trembling when I reached the porch. The salty sweat made the scratches on my back continue to burn. I had paused for Jan’s orgasms two more times, and I was really getting tired. I reached behind her and pulled a cushion from a lounger, and dropped it behind her. I lay her back on the cushion with her legs hanging off the porch.

I had slipped part way out of her, and I pushed myself back in. Her body was incredible! Her breasts still maintained most of their perky shape even though she was lying on her back. Her nipples were a deep red and pointing straight up. In spite of my fatigue I wanted to fuck her. I needed to fuck her. No, that wasn’t it. I wanted to make my young student friend into my lover the way only a man can with a woman.

I was standing on the ground between Jan’s legs with my penis completely inside Jan. She was lying at just the right height. I began to slowly pump my penis in and out of her. She was wet, hot, and unbelievably tight. The friction began to make my balls feel hot. She moaned and lifted her knees up toward her waist. I put an arm against the back of each of her knees. I leaned forward onto the porch, rocking her back and supporting my weight on my extended arms. She was now postured for maximal penetration.

I looked between our bodies as I pulled about an inch of my penis out of Jan. Her labia formed a ring of reddish-pink around my slightly darker shaft. Wet, matted, gold fur surrounded her pussy. Her clitoris was a bright red, protruding, tiny finger that moved in time with her pounding heartbeat. It was the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen. The scent of her sparkling juice on my penis added to my excitement.

Jan’s knees were now almost touching the porch as I bent her back and pushed completely into her again. I could feel my penis forcing her internal organs aside to make room. She opened her mouth, leaned her head back, and moaned. The sound was intensely primal and completely, overwhelmingly female. The desire to splash my seed as deeply inside her as possible swept over me. I pushed firmly against her clitoris and twisted from side to side. She pushed back against me and screamed as yet another climax abruptly began.

Jan’s legs were jerking hard against my arms as her vagina held my penis in a tight, pulsing grip. My own climax was quickly building. I pulled out a couple of inches and then smashed my body back against hers. I did it again. She started to scream with each of my thrusts. I felt her vagina squeezing my penis faster and faster. From my waist to my knees I could feel rising and building heat.

I was so aroused I couldn’t see, so I closed my eyes and pushed into Jan as hard as I could. I felt dizzy. I twisted back and forth to stimulate her clitoris as the heat and tension in my lower body exploded. We both screamed as I ejaculated into her. We screamed again three or four times as I ejaculated additional bursts of cum. Heat spread down my arms, and they began to tremble. My dizziness intensified. The only thing I could feel was her vagina clamping in hard pulses around my penis.

I didn’t realize I’d passed out until I heard and felt Jan trying to push me off her. “I can’t breathe! Get off me! Unh! You’re too heavy!”

I was still inside Jan, but my legs were shaking so hard I couldn’t stand up. I managed to lift my chest off her with my trembling arms, and she took several deep breaths as I leaned over her. My head hurt and my heart was pounding in my chest. I took a long, deep breath. Both our bodies were still trembling from our climaxes.

One of my legs partially collapsed under me, and my penis pulled out of Jan with a wet sucking sound. “Roll off the mat! Quick!” I groaned. Both of my legs were shaking violently.

Jan untangled her legs from my arms and rolled to her left so that she was on her hands and knees on the porch. I lunged forward and twisted and rolled so that I was lying on my back on the cushion. I felt sharp pain from the scratches on my back. My legs hung down off the edge of the porch. I pulled her toward me and she first straddled me on hands and knees, then pressed herself completely against me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her against me, and kissed her.

We were both dripping with perspiration, and lying in full sunlight didn’t help us to cool off. But I was completely wiped out. This had certainly not been my plan! But never before had I enjoyed such an overpowering climax!

I could feel Jan’s breasts and nipples against my chest, and I slipped my hands from her back to the sides of her breasts. She moaned as my thumbs gently rubbed her nipples. “Nnnnh! That feels so-o-o-o good! Did you wait until after we were done to play with my boobs just so I wouldn’t be right? About what I said before when I called you a tit man?”

“No, I was too busy rubbing your behind.” I replied honestly. “What made you think I was especially interested in your firm, perky, hot, bouncing, beautifully-shaped titties?”

Jan giggled. “Well, you never missed a chance to check them out when I came to your office. And I caught you looking into my cleavage lots of times during our tests.”

“I was also looking up your skirt. Or between your legs when you wore shorts. If I’d known your pussy was so beautiful I’d never have wasted so much time on your chest!”

Our breathing was gradually slowing down. Jan nibbled on my lips and kissed me. I continued to stimulate her nipples with my thumbs. “It sounds sort of dirty to have you say my pussy is beautiful.”

“Dirty? Hell no! You’ve got the best looking one I’ve ever seen!”

“And how many are you comparing mine to? Dozens? Hundreds?”

I laughed. “I’ve only seen a couple of others up close and personal. But trust me. Yours is really special!”

“But you’ve had sex with more women than that, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have. But not all of them gave me a chance to get a really good look. You can’t see much in the dark.”

Jan laughed, then she kissed me. We caressed each other for several more minutes. Neither of us wanted to stop. We’d just shared an incredibly powerful sexual experience, and our post-play was tender and playful. I’d never experienced anything remotely approaching the feelings that poured out of me. I felt like taking a nap, but I didn’t want to interrupt our special moment. I had gone from liking her as a friend to being infatuated.

Our breathing was almost back to normal, but the sun was making the perspiration continue to flow. “Well, much as I’m enjoying lying her like this, I’m afraid we’ll both get sunburned if we don’t go inside. Your shapely behind is already starting to get red.”

I was still semierect, and she arched her back and lifted her chest away from mine without causing our lower bodies to separate. I seized the opportunity, and reached up and held one of her breasts in each of my hands. “Nnh! Now that really feels nice! Are you sure you want . . . to get up?” She asked.

I grinned at her and she smiled back. “Normally I’d agree with you, Jan. However, in this case, and in spite of your deliberate attempt to fuck me into an early grave, I think it will be okay. Besides I’m sure I’ll have The Boss back inside your fuzzy beaver in a little while.”

Jan giggled. “The Boss? That’s what you call him? Hah! What’s he in charge of?”

“When he’s hard, he does all my thinking. Right now he’s The Slob. All he’s good for is draining my bladder.”

Jan laughed. “You’re silly, you know that? He still feels really neat pressed against me! But yeah, let’s go in and get out of the sun.”

With that Jan slowly lifted her hips and looked down at The Slob as he lay limply between my thighs. Her labia were puffed out and protruded past her matted fur. We both watched as drops of her juices and short strings of my cum dripped out of her into me. “So what do you call your pussy? The Drain? The Juicer? The Cum Collector? The Semen Sump? The yellow Passion Pit? The . . .”

Jan made a snorting sound and stood over me for a second before she stepped away. “You’re gross, you know that? I don’t think I’ll tell you!” When I didn’t immediately stand up, she reached down and helped me to my feet. My legs were still trembling. She shook her head and grinned. “That was pretty good sex for an old man, but I’m afraid you’ll pass out if The Boss comes back to life!”

I slapped her on the behind and she yelped, then giggled. “Pretty good? Hell, that’s the best sex I’ve had since I was barely older than you are!” That was an overt lie since I’d NEVER had such incredible sex before! “Have you really had better sex at your tender age?”

Jan blushed. “No way! I’ve never . . . I never imagined it could feel so strong! Over and over! And I didn’t know you could do it standing up like that! I was afraid you were going to give ME a heart attack!” She gave me a shy smile and then turned to walk inside ahead of me.

We had barely gotten inside my house when she wrapped herself around me. I tilted her head up and we shared a long, gentle kiss. “Chuck - that’s my old boyfriend. The one I did it with three times. Well, he didn’t . . . He didn’t ever have the time to . . . keep at me like you did. You made me . . . God! I can still feel my insides sort of wiggling.”

I figured that Chuck was more interested in getting his rocks off than in pleasing Jan, But I didn’t say so. We kissed for a minute or so. Then she looked directly into my eyes. “You’re definitely the professor and I’m the student. You were right. It fit. Wow, did it ever! The smell - and the feel! - of our sweat, like, triggered something inside me! Oh shit! I’m almost going again!”

We kissed again as she gently rubbed her trembling body against mine. I finally broke it. “Okay, let’s get cleaned up and get some lunch. I, for one, am starved! I’ll show you where we can take a shower.” Jan smiled. I didn’t have to tell her we were going to shower together. She knew how precise I was in class, and I hadn’t said, “Our showers.” She knew exactly what I meant by “A shower.”

And it was indeed quite a shower! Perhaps it was mainly due to Jan’s youth, but we were intimate, erotic, but mostly playful. She squealed and giggled when I wiggled two fingers inside her and her pussy made sounds very much like wet farts. “Ew! Gross!” She said, and she made a sour face when I licked our accumulated juices from the same two fingers. But then she nearly raped my mouth with her tongue when I kissed her. When we broke apart I could see the tip of her tongue moving over her lips as she evaluated the taste. Then she smiled and kissed me again. Well, she said she had done oral sex before, so this probably wasn’t the first time she had tasted cum. But it was probably the first time she had tasted herself mixed with cum.
When I gently washed Jan’s breasts, her nipples turned dark and stiffened. I could see in her eyes how sensitive they were, and I filed that fact away for future reference. She jumped when I pushed a soapy finger into her anus, but she appeared to be more surprised than upset. I gently washed her crotch with baby shampoo, and she had an open-mouthed smile on her face as I gently scrubbed her most private parts.

Jan rubbed, squeezed, and toyed with my penis and balls as she washed them. Once again “playful” is the right word to describe her behavior and attitude. Her face was bright with pleasure. She was really having fun! Well, so was I.

I had a sudden memory of the look of resignation on my ex-wife’s face when I had asked her to wash and fondle me. During those many years we had been married, I had thought she was just a prude. I hadn’t realized that she had really not been interested. Not so Jan - she was fascinated, enthralled, and captivated by those organs which both made me a male and made me so different from her. And, of course, which had just helped give her so much pleasure!

Jan had me bend over, facing away from her, while she scrubbed my behind. Since I’d rinsed the blood off my deeply-tanned back she didn’t notice the scratches, and she wasn’t looking there anyway. “You’re so hairy down here I need to check you for dingleberries!” She muttered, and we both laughed. I expected her to push a finger into my anus, and when she did, I helped her to locate my prostate. As she gently rubbed it, my erection returned, and she squealed with delight. I had to pull her out of me or I would have ejaculated - and I wanted to squirt more cum into her, not waste it in the shower!

When the hot water ran out and the shower began to get cold, our giggling and laughing came to an end. We scrambled out of the tub and took turns drying each other off. When she tried to wrap herself in a towel, I pulled it away. She looked at me with a mixture of shyness and vulnerability, but she didn’t struggle.

Jan picked up her comb where I had left it for her, and she wrinkled her brow in thought for several seconds as she combed her wet hair. She turned around when she saw I was watching how her body moved as she did so. I grabbed her by the hips and turned her back toward me. “Face me, Jan. I want to look at your body.” Again she acted shy.

“But I’m not comfortable!” She said. “You keep looking . . . well staring at my breasts. And even more at my pussy. And it makes me feel . . . trampy, sort of.” A blush began at her throat and spread quickly down her body.

I wisely didn’t make a comment about her being a grade-whore. Instead I gave Jan my most quizzical look and she laughed. “Jan, you used to give me beaver shots when you were taking tests. You saw me doing it, but you never closed your legs. So what’s the big deal? I told you that you have a beautiful pussy!”

Jan blushed deeply. “I always had panties on, and I liked . . . making you look! But it reminds me of today, during my final. My Psych prof was staring at my crotch, and everybody knows she’s lesbo, and I knew . . . I knew she wanted to . . . to have sex with me. Every time I looked at her she was staring between my legs!”

Coincidences definitely add spice to our lives. “Dr. Simpson? Arlene Simpson?” I asked, and Jan nodded. “Yeah, she’s gay. She’s my ex-wife and the mother of my two kids. She came out of the closet and went back to her maiden name after we divorced.”

“You were MARRIED to her? And had sex and everything?”

I nodded. “Yep. I even pumped her full of semen and got her pregnant a couple of times. Of course I didn’t know then that she preferred women. When the last kid left home, so did she.”

“I can’t believe this!” Jan muttered. “Your ex-wife openly lusted after me this morning, and then I came here and had outdoor sex with you! Now I REALLY feel strange!”

“Well, maybe I could give her a call and she could stop by. I’m sure she would like to . . . ”

Jan backed away from me. “NO! No way! I’ll take a damned F grade first! I don’t have any interest in having sex with women, particularly one older than my mother!” Her face was suddenly sad. “Well older than my mother would be if she were still alive”

“Old men are okay, though?” I teased, hoping to snap her unpleasant memory.

Her sad look became one of exasperation. “You know I didn’t mean it that way! You’re like, you know, a friend! And your body is in great shape. You’ve got more muscles than any guy I’ve ever . . . touched. I just can’t believe you were married to that lesbo witch! She really gave me the creeps! And thinking about you having sex with her and then with me . . . Eeuch!”

“Hey, it’s not catching, Jan! And besides, you’re better at it than she ever was!” I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed. Her nipples were stiff against my chest, and I could feel her pubic hair against my penis.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit of an exaggeration since we’ve only done it once, Professor? You’ve always taught us to be careful when we generalize!”

“You’re correct. I retract my previous unfounded generalization. Perhaps after some penetrating, in-depth, probing research?”

Jan giggled. “That’s a terrible fucking pun!”

We both laughed, and with our arms around our bare waists, we headed to the kitchen. I fixed ham-and-cheese sandwiches which we washed down with imported beer. “You know you could be arrested for giving me alcohol, don’t you? I’m underage! But having sex with you isn’t against the law. Isn’t it strange that we can sit here, both of us naked, and it’s okay. But as soon as I take a sip of beer, we’re both criminals?”

We had a long discussion about the absence of logic and consistency in our legal system. Jan was bright and articulate, and in spite of our nudity we were completely relaxed and comfortable with each other. We found we agreed about most important issues. Of course it was even better since I could look at her naked body!

It was just after 2:30 when we finished talking. Jan said she had to go to the bathroom. I showed her the way. She was clearly surprised when I followed her into the room. Jan was suddenly shy when I squatted down in front of her as she sat on the toilet. She crossed her hands over her breasts and clamped her thighs together. “I can’t go if you’re watching like that! Don’t I get a little privacy? I really have to go!”

“Jan, until Monday morning we’re going to be lovers. So open you legs as you take a piss. I’ve seen it before, but I want to watch you do it. Call me a pervert, if you want, but I want to know everything I can about you and your body.”

“Professor, I . . . I have to do more than pee! I can’t . . . Not with you right here! This is REALLY gross!”

“Jan, just go ahead and take a crap. And a piss. You’re human. We all do it. But I don’t want you to think that I pretend you don’t do these things You’re a woman, not a plastic doll.”

Jan just stared at me until I spread my knees apart and waved my semierect penis and balls back and forth. She laughed, and I heard the sound of her urine splashing into the toilet. She spread her legs wide enough apart so that I could see the stream. She blushed, but she smiled, too.

“At least I’m your lover and a woman, not just another one of your students! I like that!” A few seconds later she moved her hips, and there was a loud splash, followed by another with an accompanying fart. More urine dribbled into the toilet. Her waste products had a decidedly feminine smell to them, completely unlike my own. My ex- wife had produced similar odors, but I wisely didn’t comment on that fact.

Jan sat on the toilet seat for about a minute. “I’m done. Are you going to watch me wipe, too?”

“No. Stand up. I’ll do it.” I said. Jan turned absolutely crimson, but she stood up. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper, reached around her, and wiped her behind. I did it three times before I was certain she was completely clean. Then I took another wad of paper and gently blotted the opening to her urethra, wiping up the small amount of urine that clung to her golden pubic hair.

I handed the roll of toilet paper to Jan. “Want to check my work?”

Jan tore off some paper and checked both openings. When she saw that I had done the job properly, she grinned. “I could learn to like that!” She said. “Having you starkers, banging your prick into me while you wipe my ass, is kind of fun! It sure beats doing it myself!”

Jan flushed the toilet, kissed me, and started to leave the room. “Oops! You’re not done yet, Jan! I still need to take a piss!”

Jan giggled and laughed as she stood next to the toilet and held my penis as I urinated into the bowl. Her body felt warm and soft against mine and I put one arm around her. I started to get hard. I taught her how to shake the last few drops out, and she got some urine on her leg. She grabbed the toilet paper and wiped her leg off, then carefully dried off the end of my penis with another piece. “I don’t usually wipe myself, Jan, but thanks!”

Jan wrinkled her nose and gave a look of displeasure as she washed her hands. “Since you’re going to put that back in me later, I want it clean!” She dried her hands and grinned at me. “I know you guys are all animals, but do you think you can figure out how to flush this thing? You take hold of that little silver lever, and then you . . .”

I smacked Jan on the behind and she yelped as she had done earlier on the porch. She scampered out of the room. I flushed the toilet and called her back. “Let’s clean our teeth, Jan. I have a new brush for you. I even have mouthwash. But you’re right. We want to be really clean for what we’re going to do next.”

We shared the sink and cleaned our teeth thoroughly, then rinsed with the mouthwash. I kissed Jan, and she tasted like mint. Well, that would soon change!

“Uh, Professor, uh . . . I don’t see any . . . Shit! I’ll just say it! I always use deodorant after I shower, so where is it?”

I kissed Jan again. “I want to smell your body, not perfume. Besides, we’re going to be taking a LOT of showers! And I couldn’t enjoy THIS if you used any!”

I gave Jan my most devilish grin and lifted her arm. She resisted, but I finally managed to kiss and lick each of her armpits. They were extremely sensitive, and she was ticklish. “I can’t believe . . . How could you do that? God! I’ve never been kissed there! This isn’t at all what I expected from you, Professor!” Jan was still giggling as I kissed her again. She gently ran her fingers through the hair under my arms and chuckled against my lips. She was having fun, but the way she was moving her body told me she was also starting to become aroused.

There was absolutely no way I could continuously fuck Jan for three days. Even if she hadn’t had youth on her side, I doubt any man could keep up with a healthy woman. And Jan was not only healthy, she was in top shape for competitive tennis. But I still thought I could keep her sexually aroused for almost the entire time she was awake. Even if I failed, I knew I was going to have a lot of fun! And my fatigue had completely disappeared.

It felt more than a little strange having Jan call me “Professor” after we’d had sex, so I corrected that first. “Jan, how about calling me something else. Like ‘Don’ or ‘Doc’ maybe?”

Jan laughed. “Sure! What’s up, Doc?” And she pointed at my semierect penis. I had to laugh, too. I held her against me and once again relished the feeling of her firm, young body against mine.

I walked Jan back to the living room. That morning I’d laid the sofa cushions on the floor and covered them with a sheet. I told her to lie on her stomach while I retrieved some supplies. When I returned, she was lying face-down as I had directed. Her rounded, untanned behind looked really enticing, and I was again struck by the incredible beauty of her body.

I knelt next to her. “Jan, I’m going to give you a gentle massage. I want to explore your entire body with my fingers and eyes. And my lips.”

“Doc, you’re a dirty old man! And I’m glad!” Jan giggled. She relaxed and I started in.

I had plenty of time, so I used it. I straddled her and pressed my scrotum and penis against her, just above her behind. I spent almost a half hour rubbing body lotion into Jan’s neck, back, and arms. I briefly rubbed the sides of her breasts, and she giggled. Finally I moved lower until I was kneeling over her feet.

I spent another twenty or so minutes rubbing lotion into the soles of her feet and the backs of her legs. Finally I leaned forward and began massaging the twin, white globes of her behind. I separated them with my thumbs as I rubbed. “Oh my!” I exclaimed. “There’s a fuzzy golden caterpillar hiding in your crotch! I see a little puckered hole that must be its home!”

Jan giggled. “That’s so silly it’s stupid, Profess . . . Doc! I can’t believe you’re staring at my . . . my asshole! And making jokes about it!”

I pushed first one, then the other knee between hers, gently forcing her to separate her legs. “My, my, my! I was mistaken! There are TWO fuzzy golden caterpillars, and their heads are together right below that little hole. I think they’re kissing!”

This made Jan laugh out loud. “God, you’re positively crude, you know that? Is this supposed to turn me on?”

I ignored her question. “What really interests me is that strange, wrinkled pink stuff between the caterpillars.” I said. “I wonder what will happen if I blow on it?”

I felt Jan tighten her legs in anticipation as I leaned forward. I counted slowly to ten and then blew hard against her slit with my lips pursed tightly together. Jan giggled and made a strange sound, “Noew!” It started like “No” but it rhymed with “New” when it finished. Her body jerked as I blew. “That really tickles! Even more than under my arms!”

“My goodness!” I exclaimed. “It’s moving! I think it’s alive! And it’s getting darker! And larger! It’s pushing the caterpillars apart! Whatever could be happening?”

Before Jan could say anything, I pressed a lotion-covered finger against her opening and rubbed her labia. She moaned, rolled partway onto her side, and pulled up one knee. I pushed the first joint of my finger inside her, and she moaned again. She clamped her thighs together. I hadn’t expected her to become so intensely aroused so quickly.

I gently pulled my finger out of her. “Okay, time for your front. Lie on your back, Jan!”

Jan rolled over, but she kept her thighs tightly clenched together. A dark blush covered her face, and I could see it spreading down her chest to her breasts. “I feel like a piece of meat when you stare at me like that, Doc!” She said. “I’ve never . . . I’ve never had a man . . . you know . . .”

“Jan, you’ve had sex with Chuck and he hasn’t looked at your body? What was his problem? Did you keep your clothes on or something?”

Jan’s blush got even darker. “N-n-n-o. It was, you know, like you said, dark. We could feel each other, but not . . . We didn’t really see each other! This is hard for me!” She wailed.

“And he didn’t watch you walk around naked or use the toilet? Well, I’m glad I can contribute to your education! Why don’t you just stare back at me while I stare at you?”

Jan still had her thighs together, so I straddled them and squatted down against her. Her eyes opened wide when I rubbed my scrotum and penis against her golden triangle of curly fur. My penis began to stiffen and she stared at it with her mouth open. Well, it was about time. I decided that I would skip the Viagra and instead rub myself against Jan’s body when I wanted to become erect.

“It looks different!” She exclaimed. “Why . . . Oh! You weren’t, whatzit called, circle- something?” My foreskin had retracted when we’d mated, and it had remained behind the crown when it softened. It had only returned to its natural position as I’d rubbed Jan’s back. It’s not something I normally take the time to notice, but Jan did!

“Circumcised. Yep, never got snipped. That’s my foreskin. It was pulled back before. Reach down and rub it.”

Jan leaned up and did exactly that. My penis got even harder when she touched it, and my foreskin immediately pulled back around the head of my penis as she gently rubbed. “That’s . . . so neat!” She said. She lay back down and continued to stare down her body at my penis. His head was turning darker, just like her face and chest.

“How about Chuckie?” I asked. “Was his natural or trimmed?”

“God, I don’t know!” Jan answered. “I told you. There wasn’t much light. I could see how big . . . well, how small it was I guess, that’s all.” After a few seconds she added. “The three guys I . . . took in my mouth. I didn’t really look. I was so scared somebody would see us! It was mostly dark then, too. In their cars. I’ve never . . . ” She sat up again and gently held my balls. “These look so silly hanging down in that wrinkled bag! But they’re neat, too! And the one on the left hangs lower!” She released me and lay back down.

Well Jan was certainly making up for lost opportunities! She didn’t stop staring at The Boss and his two little round friends until I dripped lotion all over her chest. “Hey, that’s cold!” she muttered. I began to rub the front of her shoulders, her arms, and finally her breasts. She was right-handed, and her right arm was noticeably more muscular than her left, clearly due to her vigorous tennis playing. Her left breast was slightly larger than her right. I realized that these modest imperfections attracted me to her ever more than the lust I felt.

Initially I just smeared the lotion all over Jan’s chest, and I only touched each breast until I felt its nipple start to get hard, then I moved away - back to her arms or shoulders. I planned to tease her as long as I could. After ten or fifteen minutes, her nipples stayed hard, and I decided to see just how sensitive they really were.

I leaned down and easily engulfed Jan’s tiny right nipple and areola with my mouth. She tasted of the lotion. I sucked in pulses, sometimes gently and sometimes hard. When her body began to respond, I used one hand rub her breast. At irregular intervals I flicked my tongue across her now hard nipple. I played with her right breast for several minutes. My erection was pressed firmly against her abdomen, near her navel.

Jan was clearly getting more and more aroused, and I was curious to see how excited she could get from what little contact I was providing. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me. All at once she made several little gasping breathes and her body stiffened. I could feel her abdomen trembling through my penis. This was fun! I’d managed to help her have a mild orgasm just by stimulating her breast and nipple!

When Jan stopped trembling, I kissed her. She had a dreamy look on her face that no man could ever grow tired of seeing. I felt a moment of panic. What I was feeling wasn’t either lust or the thrill of controlling her. More than anything else I wanted her to enjoy herself. This weekend was supposed to be a fuck-for-a-grade exploitation of her body. I was much too old to become emotionally involved with her. Sure I was.

I moved to Jan’s larger left breast and repeated the process. If anything she was more responsive, and it didn’t take long for her to have another, mild, pleasant little orgasm. Her tiny nipples were hard-wired into the source of her sexual arousal! And she didn’t try to hide her excitement from me!

After kissing Jan until she relaxed again, I continued her massage. I rubbed lotion onto her abdomen and thighs. I had to be careful because she was really ticklish! Then I scooted down her body and rubbed her feet, ankles, and calves. Her muscles were firm beneath her skin. It was at least twenty minutes since her last little climax when I gently spread her legs apart and knelt between her thighs.
My penis quickly became erect again as I stared down at Jan’s pussy. She had obviously shaved her legs but had stopped when she reached both her crotch and her abdomen. It did not appear that she had ever trimmed her pubic hair. Her incredibly thick, golden curls covered her lower abdomen, then split and flowed down around her pussy, joining again just before her anus. Her pink labia were clearly visible in the middle of her golden meadow. The thin strips of gold which joined in front of her anus didn’t look like caterpillars from this perspective.

I resisted an incredibly powerful urge to mate with Jan again. Instead I lifted each leg, one at a time, and I rubbed lotion into her thighs. I could feel individual groups of firm, solid muscle. I was fascinated by the way they felt as I rubbed them with my fingers. I could see from the changes in the appearance of her labia that she was enjoying my touches, too.

By the time my fingers began to brush her pubic hair as I stroked the muscular insides of her thighs, her labia were protruding prominently. She was so aroused that she could no longer lie still. Her hips were making random movements, and she tightened the muscles in her arms and legs every few seconds. In spite of the heat, she appeared to be shivering,

I slowly ran my fingers over Jan’s pubic hair, from where it began below her navel to her anus. Her golden hair was thick, curly, and soft. I kept my fingers about a half-inch from her skin, and brushed it gently several times. When I stretched out some of the curls, they were several inches long. They sprang back to a curl of less than an inch when I released them. “Your pussy really is beautiful, Jan. And your hair is as soft as lamb’s wool. What’s your pet name for it?”

Jan gave me an enigmatic smile. “Doc, you know almost everything about my body. But I’m going to keep that one my little secret. Why don’t you guess? You were on the right track earlier!” Her look told me I was going to have a difficult time figuring it out.

I continued stroking her wooly crotch, hoping for inspiration. But I couldn’t think of anything I’d said that would tell me her secret. The Golden Fleece was a little too obvious, and didn’t really seem to fit her hint. I gave up. “I’ll just call it your Golden Lamb of Love. That’s much better than pussy, bush, cunt, twat, crack, beaver, slit, trench, or snatch, isn’t it?”

Jan snorted and laughed loudly. “Golden Lamb of Love. Doc, there’s poetry in your soul, even if you are crude and gross!”

I removed my hand and just looked at Jan. Her entire body was laid out for my inspection, and I couldn’t believe the things I was feeling and thinking. She’d offered me her body, and now I was worshiping it. I took a deep breath and resumed her massage.

Finally I stopped rubbing Jan. Her feet were on the floor, her knees were up, and her legs were apart. Her breathing was short and shallow. I lowered my head and stared at her pussy. She couldn’t lie completely still, and I heard her making little moans.

Jan was utterly ready. Her labia glistened with her moisture, and the mouth of her vagina was slightly open. I took a long breath and inhaled the essence of her excitement. I moved closer until I knew she could feel my breath blowing cold against her wetness.

“Wha . . . What are you going to do, Doc?” Jan stammered. “I want . . . You can’t . . . Oh! You can’t put your mouth there! I need . . . Oh!”

Obviously Jan had never been on the receiving end of oral sex. I pressed my face against her crotch and pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could. She tried to pull away, but I grabbed her hips and held on.

“How can you?! God, no! This is . . . sick! Oh! God! Oh!”

I licked and sucked on her labia and Jan gradually began to relax. Her revulsion had momentarily attenuated her excitement, but her arousal quickly began to build again as she became accustomed to the touch of my mouth and tongue on her pussy. I explored her inner and outer labia with my mouth for several minutes. Finally I moved to her clitoris.

I gently pressed my tongue against its hood and began to suck as I had done on Jan’s nipples. I felt her clitoris press against my tongue as it came out, and she made that funny cry again, “Noew!” Her hips bucked and jerked against my face.

For several minutes I concentrated on sucking on Jan’s clitoris, occasionally rubbing it with my tongue. When she began to writhe on the mat, I knew she had been tortured enough. I slipped two fingers into her and began to slide them in and out as I sucked and licked her clitoris.

Before I could prepare myself, Jan’s vagina clamped down on my fingers. She screamed, but the sound almost disappeared when she locked her thighs around my head. She dragged me with her as she rolled partway onto her side and screamed again. She grabbed my head with one hand and shoved my face solidly against her pussy. Her lower body was vibrating against my face, but her legs were so incredibly strong I couldn’t pull free. And I couldn’t breathe! Even my nose was smashed shut!

I stopped licking and sucking and attempted without success to get air. Jan had been afraid I’d have a stroke or heart attack, but she was probably going to smother me! I pushed at her rigid thighs and tried to pull my head free. It didn’t work. Her leg muscles were much too strong for me.

I was almost unconscious and I could see bright flashes of light when Jan finally relaxed enough so that I pull my face away from her and breathe. With my ears uncovered I could hear her loud moans. I pulled my head free and looked at her. She was lying on her side with her knees drawn up. She was crushing her breasts with one hand, and her other hand was clamped between her thighs where my face had been.

I cuddled up against her back and spooned against her. I wrapped one arm over her, slipped my hand under her arm, and gripped her left breast. Her nipple was rigid against my palm. My penis certainly wasn’t hard. It had gone limp as I fought to breathe. I held her against me as her body continued to shake.

I took long, deep breaths as Jan slowly came back down. I felt her body relax, and after a few minutes I was surprised when I realized she was sound asleep. For the second time that day I was exhausted, and I didn’t struggle as I easily drifted off.

I was awakened when I felt Jan move. I was still clutching her breast. She sat up, then leaned back down to kiss me. “You do taste strange!” She said. “I guess that’s my stuff, but it’s better when it’s fresh.” I could see from the angle of the sunlight in the room that we’d been asleep for at least a couple of hours.

We both stood up - and we both groaned. I was stiff in lots of places, and Jan rubbed the insides of her thighs with both hands. I offered to help.

“I think you’ve done enough!” Jan replied with a short laugh. “I’m sorry I squeezed your head so hard, but it felt so . . . unbelievable! I didn’t want it to stop!”

“How ’bout we take another shower and then eat?” I asked. “It’s already after 6:00.”

We did exactly that, although once again we showered until there was no more hot water. I held her breasts from behind as she shampooed her hair, but she finally made me stop because she wasn’t able to concentrate.

Haute cuisine was not on the menu. We each picked a TV dinner from the collection I had in my chest freezer, and I put them in the oven to heat up. After we set the table, we had over a half-hour to wait. We cuddled together on my sofa, and we each drank a couple of beers. They made us both light-headed. We talked about everything that came into our heads. I found myself spending more time looking into her eyes than staring at her breasts and pussy. To use an ancient phrase, I was smitten.

This was definitely not the weekend I had imagined! I had anticipated that we would have a prostitute-customer relationship, with me demanding and receiving sexual services from Jan. After all, hadn’t she sold her body to me for a grade? Instead I felt powerful feelings beginning to build inside me, and I knew I should send her away before things got worse.

Of course I didn’t. The last time I’d felt emotions like this was when I’d courted my ex- wife, and look how that ended up. I’m a slow learner. Besides, only an idiot could pass up a chance to spend more time with a completely naked Jan! AT least that’s what I told myself.

I opened a bottle of wine, and we consumed half of it over our dinners. Rather then run the dishwasher we washed the few items we had used. Even doing the dishes is fun when you’re doing it with a naked young woman!

I suggested a walk around my little farm before it got dark. Jan asked for her clothes and I pointed toward her sandals. “Naked?” She asked. “And what about your neighbors? Are those stickery things all over the ground? Are sandals enough?”

“Yep, naked it is!” I replied. “There’s nobody around, and it feels, well, so completely free. And I’ve cleared all of the stickers from my running trails, so we’ll walk them, okay?”

As we walked out onto the front porch, the sun was near the horizon, about fifteen minutes from setting. A partial moon was already rising. The air was warm but no longer hot, and a light breeze made soft swishing sounds in the bushes. I took Jan’s hand and led her to the start of my short, half-mile loop.

Before Jan relaxed, she carefully looked around to be certain we were alone. She gripped my hand tightly, and we slowly walked along the path. The earth was dry underfoot, but still soft enough to be comfortable. “I wish I’d brought my running shoes!” She whispered. “I’d chase you around and around until I caught you!” She wasn’t whispering because she was afraid of being overheard. It was just the sort of romantic atmosphere that requires gentleness. Yes, it was truly romantic.

Jan wrapped herself around me and gave me a hug and a kiss. Then she pulled herself away and took my hand again. I could still feel the sensation of her body against my own and her lips against mine. The orange light from the setting sun made her body glow, and I stopped to stare at her. She held my hand and smiled. She was really getting used to our nudity, and her eyes explored my body, too.

The sun set just before we completed the short loop, and night birds began to call as it quickly got darker. There was a large, ancient wood about a quarter mile away, and once the sun dipped behind the trees, we were in complete shadow. “Shall we walk the long one, too?” I whispered, and Jan kissed hard me in reply.

We had continued talking while we walked the first trail, but neither of us wanted to interrupt the stillness of the night with words. It was simply too beautiful.

My two-mile loop was completely in shadow except where the rising moon cast its light between stands of trees. Jan released my hand and put her arm around my waist. I reached around her muscular hip and pulled her against me. We walked slowly, and it took ninety minutes to get back to the porch.

Because we were walking slowly and quietly, we surprised quite a few rabbits, a racoon, and a small herd of deer. We saw the shadow of a large owl as he flew over. Jan was like a little girl. She had never seen wild animals before, and her happiness was contagious. I kept stopping to kiss and cuddle her.

I also stopped several times just to stare at Jan in the moonlight. Her body was bathed in pale light, but her eyes sparkled. She was overwhelming beautiful. Once again I heard a voice saying, “Stop this! Take her home! NOW!” But I ignored it. She was absolutely irresistible.

Except for a light in the kitchen, my house was dark when we completed out walk. As we headed toward the dark bedroom and bath, Jan said, “Isn’t it my turn to give you a rub?” The way she said “rub” made clear that she was going to do far more than that! I quickly agreed. But first we needed to clean up again.

My suspicions about her intentions were confirmed when Jan spent a lot of time shampooing, rinsing, and fondling my genitals. We took what was, for us, a quick shower, and as soon as we dried off, Jan led me by the hand to the living room. She found a light and turned it on, then gasped. “You don’t have any curtains! Anybody could see in!” She quickly covered her breasts and furry triangle with her hands as she turned away from the window.

“Jan, we’re safe on that account. I don’t have any neighbors for two miles in any direction, and they aren’t dumb enough to try to cross the woods and fields at night. If they drive up, we’ll hear them long before they get to the house.” Jan looked into my eyes to be certain I was telling the truth, then she laughed. She dropped her hands and then stood in front of the curtainless window, shamelessly exposing herself - to nobody! When she turned around her face was bright with excitement. I was so happy to be with her I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

Once again I had managed to hide the scratches on my back as we showered, but as I lay down on my stomach, Jan inhaled quickly. “Oh my God! Did I do that? Oh, Doc! I’m so sorry! God, they’re bleeding!” I suspected the scratches were simply oozing blood after the heat of the shower, but I loved the attention anyway!

“Yeah, you’re a real tigress, Jan! We’ve only done it once, and you’ve already tried to skin me! But there’s a tube of antibiotic cream on the table over there, and that should help.”

Jan retrieved the cream I’d indicated, and she knelt down around my hips. I could feel her soft pubic hair rubbing against my behind. Her gentle hands began to rub the antiseptic into my scratches and all over my back.

After a couple of minutes she asked, “Okay, we only did it once. Did I do this to you while you were carrying me or when we were on the porch? My . . . memories seem to run together about all that.”

“Tell me what you remember, Jan. I’d like to know how it felt to you.”

“You’re kidding, right? I couldn’t believe how it felt! When you started forcing yourself into me I went off like a rocket! I’ve never . . . felt anything like that! And it really didn’t stop. I think I had a couple more before you came inside me, but I’m not sure. I just remember how incredible it felt to have you moving inside me. Then I remember that you almost crushed me after you screamed.”

“So when do you think you clawed me, Jan?”

Jan was silent for a few seconds. “Probably while you were carrying me. I remember trying to pull your entire body inside of me - like that’s possible, sure! - but I didn’t want the pleasure to stop. Am I right?”

“Yeah. You were screaming like you were being killed, and your body was shaking all over. Then all of a sudden you dug your nails into me. You were having such a good climax I didn’t mind. Hell, mine was just as powerful when we finished on the porch.”

Jan’s fingers continued to rub my back, but she didn’t say anything. I heard the refrigerator cycle on and off, but there was no other sound in the house. She massaged my arms and shoulders too, and she muttered, “Mmm. Nice muscles!” a couple of times.

When Jan began to massage my legs, I got hard again. My penis poked down between my legs toward where she was squatting over them. As she pulled my cheeks apart, she described my crotch. “You’ve got a twisted mess of brown weeds next to a little brown hole. And there’s that strange looking pink tree sticking out of everything!” I obviously didn’t rate caterpillars!

“Okay, you’ve stopped bleeding. Roll over.” Jan ordered, and as I did so my penis stuck straight up into the air. “Now how am I going to rub your chest with that odd- looking tree in the way. Now let me see . . .”

Jan was both creative and innovative. She knelt over my hips, then pushed herself up my body until my “tree” was bent toward my head. Then she sat down firmly on me. I could feel her fuzzy pubic hair on my scrotum and on the base of my penis. I moaned and she giggled. “Just wait! You’re gonna get yours, Doc!”

Jan took her time massaging my chest and arms, but it drove me wild. I had good muscle definition from my daily workouts, and she traced each muscle as she rubbed. Of course each time she leaned forward and then sat back, she rubbed her crotch along my penis. Pre-cum was running freely down its shaft.

Jan’s nipples were dark and poking out. Her breasts jiggled as she rubbed me. The sight of her naked body and the feel of her hands kept me aroused without sending me over the top. But just barely. I could feel pressure building deep inside at the base of my penis.

Jan was surprised at the condition of my abdomen. She traced the individual muscles with her fingers and smiled. “You’ve been working on your abs, haven’t you Doc?” I nodded. I wasn’t sure I could speak coherently. My legs and arms were beginning to twitch, and her touching me so close to my groin only made my excitement more intense.

Jan rubbed my legs quickly, but her attention finally fell to my genitals. When she began to rub lotion on my balls and shaft, I almost ejaculated. I sat up and pressed her hand against the base of my penis. “There! Press there. Hard.” I croaked out. “You can stop me from ejaculating.”

Jan raised her eyebrows and gave her “Really?” look I knew so well from class. I usually worked another example problem when she had that look on her face. This time I just nodded. She smiled in triumph.

Jan didn’t have the techniques mastered yet, and she pressed the base of my penis more than necessary. But what she lacked in expertise she more than made up for in youthful enthusiasm.

I had closed my eyes, and I only realized she was kissing and sucking my penis when I felt the sudden change of sensation. She got me so excited I lifted my hips off the mat a half-dozen times only to have her stop my ejaculation. I heard her ask something, but it wasn’t clear since she was talking with my penis in her mouth. She repeated herself. “Is it okay if I try to swallow it? Your stuff I mean?”

Okay? Hell yes! I nodded and she licked and sucked on the head of my penis while one slippery hand rubbed up and down my shaft and the other fondled my balls. I felt my climax building, and I thrust my hips off the cushions yet again. I closed my eyes as burning and tingling began to spread through my groin.

At that moment Jan pushed a greasy finger into my anus and began to rub my prostate. I opened my eyes and she was staring directly at me, my penis halfway into her mouth. I felt my body tense and squirt several times as I screamed. The sensations seemed to go on and on. I’d never experienced a climax like it before - not even earlier when we were on the porch. It wasn’t better or worse - just completely different. But no less intense.

Jan continued to suck and fondle my penis until it was finally flaccid. She crawled up my body and leaned down to kiss me. I reached up and rubbed her breasts and she grinned. I could see my cum on her lips. Her kiss had a wonderful taste I’ll never forget as she allowed a large wad of my cum to slide into my mouth.

We kissed until I couldn’t feel any more cum in my mouth. “I thought YOU were going to swallow it, Jan!”

“I only agreed to try! Besides, I wanted to share it with you! Wasn’t that fun?”

Before I could answer she got to her feet, then stood over me, so that I could see her pussy directly over me as I looked up. I could see that she was wet, and I knew she was deliberately showing me that fact. “Well I guess you’re right about the neighbors!” She said. “If they were close by, they’d all be here right now to find out who was killing you!”

“Did I scream loud?”

“No-o-o-o-o-o! Loud doesn’t cover it! Is a foghorn loud? Is a siren loud? Is dynamite loud? Is . . .”

“I get the idea, Jan! Thanks for a truly incredible . . . something! I’m not sure I can get up.”

“Well, we’re both all sweaty, so we need to take another shower. And it’s getting late, so we need to get to bed. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for tomorrow!”
I rolled over onto my hands and knees and managed to stand amid a number of “poor, tired old man” comments from Jan. We had a quick, fun shower. She playfully stimulated my penis until I was hard, then she kissed me. “Now we can get out!” She said. As soon as we were dried off, I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She remarked that I wasn’t as old and decrepit as she had said.

“I’m too tired to fuck you, Jan. But I want to fall asleep with my penis inside you.” I laid her on the bed and positioned myself between her legs in the missionary position.

In the dim moonlight coming in the window, I could see Jan looking carefully into my eyes. I felt something stir deep inside my soul. I was afraid to blink for fear that it would end the wordless communication our eyes had established. I was acutely aware of the closeness of her body to mine. I could sense that she was telling me more than words could express.

Without blinking she whispered in a throaty voice, “I don’t mean to correct the professor, but I don’t think we can ever again just fuck, can we? Aren’t we going to make love from now on?” If I hadn’t previously known I was in trouble, I surely did now. I nodded and she smiled at me. Men have killed each other when women have smiled like that.

She closed her eyes and her entire body moved against mine as she kissed me. I very slowly began to press my penis against her slit. I could feel her opening herself to take me inside, inch by inch. When I was completely inside her, I rolled us both over and held her on top of me. “Now we can go to sleep. Goodnight, Jan!”

She kissed me and laid her head on my chest. I felt her squeeze my penis by tightening her abdominal muscles several times as we both quickly relaxed and began to fall asleep. I was asleep when I thought I heard her whisper, “Goodnight, my love.” But it was probably just a dream.

Several hours later I awoke and carefully pulled the sheet over us. My penis had come out of Jan, but she was gently clutching it and my balls with one hand. We were wrapped around each other, face-to-face, her head against my chest. My ex-wife had never slept with me like that. She had always rolled over and faced away from me. I pulled Jan even closer against me kissed the top of her head. I whispered, “Goodnight to you, my love.” And fell asleep breathing in the scent of her hair.
Shortly after dawn Jan got up and went to the bathroom. She had to peel herself off me because we were still intertwined. I could still feel the impression of her body against mine, and her scent clung to the sheets. I was in a hazy, not-quite-awake-but- not-asleep state, and I allowed myself to fully enjoy the physical and emotional sensations of euphoria that were swirling through me. The difference in our ages didn’t enter my consciousness. I was certain that my complete infatuation with Jan was quickly becoming love.

I heard Jan run water into a glass, and I assumed she was taking her pill. She cleaned her teeth and returned to bed. I pretended I was asleep as she tried to wrap herself around me again without waking me up. Her body was warm and soft, and my emotions consumed me as she began to snuggle against me.

My abrupt erection gave me away. “You’re awake, you faker! Now go to the bathroom and clean your teeth and come back to bed! It’s time to finish what you started last night!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” I muttered. I stumbled to the bathroom and did as she had ordered. I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her! But with wakefulness came a return to reality. What the hell was I thinking, anyway? She was so damned young!

When I returned to the bed, Jan was lying on her back with her knees pulled up and her legs apart. Her pink pussy lips were already getting wet. I stood at the foot of the bed and stared at her body. Her thick, golden curls framed her pink sex, then flowed up, around, and into a triangle on her lower abdomen. I gazed up her trim muscular body and then back and forth between her proud, perky breasts. When I looked into her face our eyes locked. She was smiling. All traces of common sense vanished, and the emotional euphoria returned.

As I had done a few hours earlier, I positioned myself for the missionary position. We continued to gaze into each other’s eyes. With the head of my penis gently touching her opening, I began to suck Jan’s nipples, first one, then the other. After several minutes I leaned forward to kiss her mouth, and she lifted off the bed, pulling about a third of my penis inside her. I was leaning on my elbows, so I rubbed one breast with each hand as I kissed her. I began a slow in-and-out motion with my hips. Her eyes remained wide open and staring into mine.

Each in-stroke gained me additional depth, and I steadily approached complete penetration. Jan was deliberately squeezing my penis, and I coordinated my motions with hers. Once again I felt her uterus moving aside to accommodate me, and then our bodies pressed together. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held me inside her as she continued to squeeze my penis. We both finally closed our eyes.

“I’ve never done it slowly before.” Jan whispered against my lips. “But I knew it would feel . . . incredible. You just fit so . . . completely and perfectly inside me. Yesterday was wonderful, and I . . . ” I pulled gently on both of her nipples and she groaned, then kissed me again. I sucked her tongue inside my mouth. It tasted of toothpaste.

“Oh! I don’t want this to ever end!” Jan moaned. She clearly enjoyed the fullness of complete penetration, so I stayed inside her. I stimulated her clitoris by lifting upward against her with my penis, and twisting. I followed her pattern of squeezing, but I added my own rhythm to our dance of love. I rubbed her sensitive breasts and nipples in time with twists against her clitoris. It didn’t take long.

Jan’s vagina began to squeeze my penis faster and faster, in time with my stimulation. I slowly picked up the pace, and she promptly climaxed. I had kept sucking on her tongue so she couldn’t pull it away, and she screamed against my lips as her orgasm rippled violently through her abdomen and into my own.

Because of our sexual activities the day before, I was not in immediate danger of ejaculating. But the sensations traveling up my penis were slowly getting me there. I released Jan’s tongue and sucked on her lips. As the pulsing around my penis diminished, she kissed me, hard. “That was really special!” She whispered. “Thank you!”

“We’re not done yet.” I whispered against her nipples as I returned my mouth to her breasts. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

“Yes . . . Professor!” Jan said in a sultry voice. “Teach me another lesson!”

I wasn’t absolutely certain what was really going on between us, but whatever it was, it was sexy as hell. In this position I could measure Jan’s level of arousal by the way she squeezed my penis. Or so I thought.

I brought Jan about two-thirds of the way to climax, then stopped rubbing her nipples and gave her several short, quick thrusts with my penis. I couldn’t easily detect her reaction, so I repeated everything several times.

Then I did my thrusts as I sucked on one of Jan’s nipples and pinched the other. She jerked her hips so hard and fast I almost fell off the bed. She pushed up against me and pulled me deep inside her with her legs each time I pulled myself several inches out of her. She kept building her arousal, higher and higher. She had become a mating female animal, and she wanted my penis to stay inside her body. I could feel her firm uterus rubbing against my erection, even when I wasn’t moving inside her.

Finally the friction on my penis was too much to resist, and I ejaculated in a violent squirt. Before I could ejaculate again, Jan arched her back and screamed louder than I’d ever heard her before. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and crushed me against her breasts. We both screamed as I ejaculated two or three more times. I repeatedly shoved her hips against the bed, and she repeatedly shoved me back up with powerful thrusts of her own hips. The bed squeaked and groaned in time with our movements.

With my elbows on the bed I didn’t crush Jan as I collapsed on top of her. She was still able to breathe as I slowly regained the ability to see. I had nearly lost consciousness. I didn’t realize how fast my heart was beating until I felt it downshift and begin to beat at something close to its usual pace. Jan was smiling as she peppered my mouth with kisses. Her face was streaked with tears. “That felt incredible, Doc! It was . . . fun! I felt the warmth each time you came inside me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Dummy! You really don’t really have to ask, do you?”

Post-play lasted for a long time. I was surprised when I realized I was still erect inside Jan. She realized it too. “Can you go again?” She asked.

“No way!” I said. “Let’s just enjoy how it feels to hold each other like this. I don’t know why I’m still hard, but I can’t do any more right now!”

Several minutes later we were both more relaxed, although I was still fully erect inside Jan’s vagina. “God! We’re drenched! I feel like I just played a hard three-set match on a hot day! Only better! And your back is really sticky.”

I felt Jan rubbing my back, and the expression on her face was one of confusion. She lifted her right hand from my back and held it up so she could see it. “Oh my God! It’s covered with blood! You’re bleeding!”

“I’ll live, I think. But when you let yourself get excited, you go all the way!”

“I can’t lie her knowing your back is covered with blood. I don’t want you to come out of me, but I guess you’d better.”

I kissed Jan and we stared into each other’s eyes as I slowly pulled my penis out of her. She squeezed it as hard as she could. Finally he squirted free. “I suddenly feel empty.” She whispered. “I like it so much better inside me. I fell asleep really happy last night.”

“Not it. Him. The Boss!” I corrected and Jan laughed. We looked down at her pussy and watched her vagina slowly close. Semen and vaginal fluid were coming out of her in little busts as her abdomen continued to quiver. Her golden curls were streaked with our mixture. I reached my hand down and wiped it from her anus to her clitoris, coating my fingers with our combination of sex juice. Jan’s pussy rippled and she moaned as I did so. She was obviously still extremely aroused.

I slowly leaned back on top of Jan and pushed my fingers toward her mouth. She was holding her slightly bloody hands apart and made no effort to stop me. I smeared her lips with the mixture, then kissed her. She ignored the blood and grabbed me again. She squeezed me hard against her body as we rubbed our tongues and lips together.

“Thank you, Doc. That was even better than I’d hoped.” She whispered when there was only a faint, lingering taste of our sex on our lips. “Now get off me so we can shower off and I’ll put antiseptic on your back. Then we eat. I’m starved!”

After our shower Jan took care of my back. Then, in an incredibly intimate and loving act, she shaved my face. Men, if you’ve never been shaved by a naked woman before, let me recommend it to you! I stared into her eyes as she concentrated on what she was doing, and every so often she would look into mine and smile. The way I felt at those moments I would have done anything she had asked. Anything. I knew I was far, far beyond infatuation. What kind of fool feels that way after less than a day of sex?

I heated up some frozen sausage and cooked us some eggs. Yes, Jan was hungry. She ate three of each. We finished breakfast with toast and coffee. But our relationship had clearly changed. When I cooked the eggs, she kept her body touching mine. As we ate, she pulled her chair close so that our bodies touched. We shared kisses and caresses every few seconds. We laughed and giggled about silly things. As impossibly wrong and inappropriate as it was, we had become real lovers. We were falling in love with each other in a relationship that had no future, but we ignored the future and enjoyed the present to the fullest.

Rather than voice the obvious problem with our ages, we explored our feelings and sensations. I had never felt anything like this before, not even when I had thought I was in love with my lesbian ex-wife. Love! All-consuming, intense, impossible love. And Jan was a freshman child and I planned to retire within a decade.

After our leisurely, loving breakfast we worked out together in my exercise room. Sweat was soon pouring off our naked bodies, and whenever we moved between machines we kissed each other. Jan’s lips tasted salty, and the scent of our fresh sweat was primitively erotic. I teased her wet breasts until her nipples stood out. “This is so . . . raw, so primal!” She whispered against my mouth. She slid her hand up and down my side. “Your sweat smells so . . . Well, it excites me! But stop! I can’t do my reps with your hands on my breasts!” A few minutes later as Jan was riding the exercise bike I came up behind her and slipped my hand under her crotch, between it and the seat. She moaned as I cupped her pussy with my fingers curled around her pubic bone. Her pubic hair was wet with sweat. She giggled and groaned. “You’re really driving me insane. You know that?” She muttered, but she kept peddling. My thumb was rubbing the smooth skin between her vagina and her anus, and her hip movements quickly became more sexual than bike-riding.

Moments later my thumb slipped inside Jan, and for the first time I found her G-spot. As she peddled, her body twisted back and forth, causing my fingers to rub her clitoris and my thumb to rub her spot. It drove her wild. Her violent, twisting hip thrusts forced her to stop peddling. “You’re a sex fiend!” She screamed.

Jan leaped off the bike and wrapped her sweaty body around mine, much as she had held me the day before when I had carried her across the field. Her kisses were hard and frantic. Her hips wiggled against my erection, clearly trying to slide The Boss inside her. I took several steps and held her against a wall. I lifted her hips and she easily pulled my penis completely inside her. Once again we mated standing up, covered in slippery sweat that made little “splat” sounds as it dripped onto the floor. She couldn’t lean her head back, and when she climaxed she screamed directly into my mouth as I kissed and sucked on her lips.

Jan threw her entire body into her orgasm, and her leg and arm motions made it difficult for me to hold her against the wall. When her excitement finally died down, she clung to me and squeezed. My penis remained erect inside her as I pressed her against the wall. I hadn’t climaxed, but I didn’t care. I was making love to a woman I was falling in love with, not fucking my sex toy. I had no idea I could have been any part of an orgasm as exciting as hers! My elaborate plans for the weekend were completely shot to hell. I truly wanted to please and pleasure Jan, not destroy her.

Eventually my legs began to tire, and Jan laughed. “I can’t believe you can hold me up like this for so long! And feeling you inside me like this . . . I don’t know how to describe how good it feels!” She kissed me, then pulled her mouth away. “But you’d better pull The Boss out of . . . where he is before you fall down!” She’d almost told me her pet name for her pussy! Well, maybe she would do so later.

I lifted Jan’s hips and pulled her off me with a wet slurping sound, then lowered her so that The Boss, still sticky with her juices, slid between our bodies. Her legs were even more shaky than mine! We helped each other walk into the bedroom and finally into the shower. We cooled off by sitting wrapped around each other in the bottom of the tub, alternately running water over us, then turning it off while we cuddled, kissed, and talked. We were in there a long time, becoming increasingly more in tune with each other, physically and emotionally.

We shared an intimate lunch, spiced with constant kissing and caressing. After a quick bathroom break and teeth-cleaning, I decided to show Jan what I’d purchased for her weekend with me. I took her into the tiny spare bedroom I used as my at-home office and study. Everything was spread out on top of my desk. She gasped, then looked into my eyes. “What are you going to do to me?” She asked. Her eyes were filled with concern, not affection.

“Jan, I knew I couldn’t have sex with you for three straight days. So I decided I would force you to remain aroused with these things. After all, you didn’t have a choice, did you? I could have done anything I wanted to you.”

“Past tense? Subjunctive mood? So you really mean you’re NOT going to . . . torture me with this stuff? Why . . . Has something changed?” She gave me a come-hither look that was so incredibly loving I stopped breathing.

I pulled her against me. “You know it has, Jan! I l-l-like you too much to take that kind of advantage of you, although I’ll admit the idea really turned me on. But not now. My . . . emotional feelings for you are much too intense.”

Jan buried her face in my chest and I could feel her crying. Why? Was it something I said? “When you undressed in my office, I couldn’t control my reaction.” I said. “But now it’s like you said. I can’t fuck you anymore. I want to make love to you, but only if you want to make love to me. I’m going to keep you here until Monday, but I’m not going to force you to do anything. Well, I’m going to keep you naked! But that’s all! If you don’t want to have sex again, I won’t force you to.”

Jan’s crying slowed, but she was still sniffling against my chest. “I don’t know how your other professors reacted when you seduced them, but I . . .”

“YOU ASSHOLE!” Jan suddenly yelled. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to act so trashy! You’ve been a friend, not just a professor! But I really had to get a better grade or I couldn’t come back next semester. You’re the ONLY male friend I have since I broke up with Chuck! And I felt so guilty because I took advantage of you, but I had to do it!”

I smiled at Jan’s outburst. “Well, you did an exceptionally good job of acting the slut. I figured you had lots of practice. In fact several of my colleagues had commented how much they’d like to crawl between your thighs.”

Jan tried to act angry, but she saw the look on my face and began to giggle. “Well, I have to admit you surprised me, too! I figured you MIGHT be able to do it once a day - tops. I knew you weren’t married, and I really liked you, so even though you’re an old fart, I figured I could somehow endure it!”

I held Jan close and we laughed and kissed. “Let your ‘old fart’ show you the things he bought. Maybe we can still play with some of them.”

Jan fingered several of my toys, then picked up a small book with the title, “Illustrated Guide to Sexual Positions” with subtitle, “Instructions for Maximal Marital Satisfaction.” She began to leaf through it. “God! These aren’t drawing! They’re photographs!” I could see her beginning to blush. Then she started to giggle. “Both of them are bald! They don’t have any pubic hair! They both look like little kids, only bigger!”

Jan was looking at a series of pictures showing doggy-style mating. “Maybe it makes it easier for the reader to understand all the details. See how clear it is? Would you like to try some of them? Like this one?” I asked.

“M-m-m-maybe!” Jan’s blush ran almost to her waist. “What’s this other stuff?” I noticed that she held on to the sex manual.

I handed her another of my purchases. “This almost looks like The Boss!” She exclaimed. “Is this a vibrator inside it?”

I nodded. “I planned to turn it on and fuck you with it. I figured I could get you to have climaxes that way if I couldn’t bring The Boss back to life.”

Jan looked directly into my eyes. “As good as those I’ve already had?” She whispered. I shook my head, and she kissed me. “Maybe we can try it anyway. It might be fun!” She laughed at the expression on my face. She waved the dildo in front of my face. “Don’t worry! This won’t replace The Boss! Nothing could do that!”

I moved on. “These are special cords that will hold you tight but won’t cut into your skin. They fasten to the underside of the bed so that you are completely helpless.”

Jan’s eyes opened wide and she looked slightly shocked. “You were really . . .?”

I nodded. “And this blindfold completes the set. You wouldn’t be able to see what was coming next.”

Jan shuddered, making her breasts shake invitingly. “That’s sick! That’s disgusting! How could you . . .?”

“Control, Jan. It would give me complete control. And power over you. According to the book you’re holding, the person restrained sometimes has incredibly powerful climaxes.” Jan flipped through the pages until she found pictures of both the man and the woman, tied to a bed, screaming in apparently overpoweringly powerful orgasms.

Jan was visibly trembling when she turned back to the desk. “And these things? With the wires coming out?”

“Radio-controlled vibrators. The egg-shaped one for your Golden Lamb of Love, and the longer, thin one for your anus. Then I could turn them on and off with these controllers.” I demonstrated, and the vibrators both wiggled and danced on the desk.

Jan laughed, but it sounded slightly forced. “So if you couldn’t get it up and were too tired to fuck me with the penis-shaped one, you could just push those buttons and get me off? Was that the plan?”

Jan looked at me and I felt my face get hot as I blushed. “Yes, Jan. I’m sorry, but yes, that was my plan.”

Jan shook her head and muttered something I couldn’t hear. She picked up the last item. “And what’s this thing?”

“A butt plug. It’s to stretch you open. You know. To help prepare you for anal intercourse.”

Jan laughed and blushed. “Can’t you picture me walking around stark naked with that sticking out of my ass?” Then she froze. “You were going to fuck me in my ASS?”
“I still will if you want to try it. I’ve never done it, but the book makes it look pretty easy!” I replied. “I even bought a pack of enemas.” I held them up.

Jan shook her head. “If you meant it when you said you wouldn’t force me to do anything, I won’t do that. But I will if you order me to. That was our deal.”

I kissed Jan. “Yes, we have a deal. But we will only do things you’re willing to do. We’re going to share, not just satisfy me. Okay?” Jan nodded, then kissed me for a couple of minutes. There were more tears in her eyes when she pulled away.

“Why not look through the book and find some things you’ve never done but would like to try? I admit I was really only interested in fucking you in the ass when I wanted to grind you down.”

“Why did you want to do that to me, Doc? To grind me down, I mean?”

“I was sick, angry at women in general. Suddenly I could do anything I wanted with you and . . . and I’m sorry! Dammit I was wrong!”

Jan was quiet for several seconds. “And I used sex to get you to . . . do what I wanted. That’s part of it, too. Isn’t it? That’s why you were going to . . . be cruel to me?”

I looked into her troubled eyes. “Yes, I’m afraid so. I’m not making any excuses, but it makes me look pretty bad, doesn’t it?”

Jan’s eyes slowly changed, and I felt like she was reading my mind. Her look was sympathetic when she said, “She really hurt you, didn’t she? Your ex-wife. She took away your sense of being a man.” She studied my face. “And you didn’t see it coming, did you? You thought . . . You wanted your marriage to go on.”

If Jan wasn’t reading my mind, she was dangerously intuitive. I felt my eyes filling with tears. I nodded. “I thought we were so comfortable with each other. I didn’t know about her lover. I felt so damned stupid!”

Jan hugged me until I stopped sniffling, then stared into my eyes again. “This is unfair, but I’m going to ask it anyway. Did you every have real intimacy with her? Was the sex good?”

My emotions were sending me all kinds of confusing signals. I stared into Jan’s deep blue eyes and tried to sort everything out. Finally I said, “We obviously were never truly intimate. We had sex, but less and less often. I masturbated a lot, and it was usually better than sex with her. I realize now that we just copulated. Fucked. Screwed. We didn’t ever really make love. At least she didn’t.”

Jan gave me her incredible smile. “But we did, didn’t we? We made love. It wasn’t just sex. Everything inside both of us took part. We didn’t hold anything back, did we?” She whispered and kissed me lovingly and gently.

I hugged her tightly against me. “Yes, Jan. We made love. I’d never done it before, but what we did was certainly making love.”

The leaned back and stared into my eyes again. “Thank you, Doc. It wasn’t fair of me to pry like that. But I thought . . . Well, I could already sense . . . I knew what you were feeling. I knew you would tell me, too. I knew you would be as honest with me as you are with yourself.”

“Jan, I’m all mixed up right now! Can I turn the tables on you? Why were you crying?”

Jan’s eyes filled with tears again. “Doc, you know! I don’t have to tell you, do I?”

“No, you don’t. I just want to hear it from you.”

“Dammit Doc! I don’t want this . . . What we’re doing and feeling . . . I don’t want it to end! And it will in a couple of days!”

“Maybe that’s why we’re so intense. We can’t afford to waste time with silly games. We don’t have time for that.”

Jan kissed me, then pulled away. “Let’s not waste time talking about stuff we can’t change anyway. It’s time for lunch, isn’t it? I’m starved! For some reason I’m burning up a LOT of energy!”

Jan was clearly interested in the book, and she paged through it while I made sandwiches for lunch. As we ate, we looked at the pictures and aloud read the instructions for doing several interesting sex acts. “Until I looked at this,” Jan held up the book, “I thought I was so experienced because Chuck had come inside me three times and I’d sucked some penises. Now I feel like a beginner!”

“Let’s go for another walk, this time in daylight.” I suggested as soon as lunch was finished and Jan had finished with the book. We cleaned our teeth and used the toilet, and we put on our sandals.

Jan surprised me. She had an impish look on her face. “How about we put those remote-control vibrators in. It should make the walk more fun!”

“If we do, I’ll bet you won’t be able to walk five-hundred feet if I turn them both on!”

Jan shook her head. “No, that’s not what I meant! I’ll wear the egg in iz . . . oops, I almost said it! My Golden Lamb of Love. And you’ll have the other up your ass!” She handed me one of the disposable enemas. “Better use this first, Doc!”

I handed Jan another one. “Let’s both do it. Just in case I want to put something up your ass, too!” In fact we gave each other enemas as we giggled and joked, then waited for them to work. I held her body against mine as we kissed and cuddled. Within a few minutes we both giggled again as our intestines began to flex, rumble, and churn.

We took turns on the toilet for several minutes until we were finally done. Even with nearly constant toilet-flushing, the stench was terrible! We took quick rinse-off showers, dried off, and closed the bathroom door to contain the stink. “I thought it was embarrassing to have you watch me use the toilet before. But that! That was truly disgusting!” Jan laughed.

I persuaded Jan that she needed to be prepared before I put the egg into her pussy. I had her get onto her hands and knees, and I slipped under her from behind, lying on my back. I looked up at her beautiful pussy. I reached around her legs and cradled her dangling breasts and I she lowered her pussy to my face. I began cunnilingus as I fondled her breasts and sensitive nipples.

Once again it didn’t take long. Jan expected me to stop when she was just starting to get aroused, but I kept licking and sucking on her pussy as I rubbed and pinched her nipples. The combined stimulation brought her to a loud orgasm. This time I was careful, and I had enough time to pull my mouth away from her crotch so that I could breathe. She still almost crushed my head between her thighs. Her athletic legs felt like wooden beams as her muscles contracted - and then held firm.

While Jan’s body was still trembling, I turned on the egg and pressed it between her vaginal lips. Her legs clamped harder and she screamed. She immediately experienced another orgasm, louder and more violent than the first. I turned off the egg, but her orgasm went on and on. She slowly came back down. Her pussy was dripping fresh juice into my mouth and all over my face.

I touched the control again, and I watched Jan’s labia slowly close around the buzzing egg. Finally there was nothing visible except the thin white wire hanging out of her. I turned off the egg and counted out thirty seconds. Then I gave the egg a quick buzz, and she jumped. “If you want to take a walk, stop that!” She muttered. More juice came gushing out of her pussy.

Jan crawled forward and stood up. I buzzed the egg for a couple of seconds, and I could see the muscles in her abdomen jerk. It obviously worked as advertized!

Jan smeared lubricant all over her finger and inserted it inside my rectum. She gently rubbed my prostate, and my penis became fully erect. She rubbed, then stopped, then rubbed until I was almost ready to explode. Finally she pulled her finger out of me and lubricated the vibrator. She turned on the vibrator and pushed it inside me as it buzzed. She carefully moved it deeper with her finger. As it touched my prostate, I screamed, then quickly ejaculated onto the exercise mats in several quick bursts. “After what you just did to me, it only seemed fair!” She said.

After we cleaned up, we took turns rubbing suntan lotion on our white and sensitive areas. We were both aroused when we finished this exciting chore! I strung bootlaces through convenient holes on the controls, and we each hung a control around our necks. After a quick, three-second burst to make certain the vibrators still worked, we put on our sandals and began our walk.

Every hundred yards or so we took turns with the vibrators. I found that I could turn Jan’s on and determine her level of arousal by the color and stiffness of her nipples. One long, twenty-second burst of vibrator stimulation would get her sufficiently aroused that she could no longer walk. She used three-second bursts, about five seconds apart, and continued them until I was fully erect. Then she would give me a ten-second burst until the head of my penis turned dark. She always stopped just before I ejaculated. Our hour-long walk kept is both in a stage of nearly constant, extreme arousal.

When we finally returned to the porch, we were both almost insane with sexual desire. We kicked off our sandals as soon as we entered the house, and we turned on both vibrators. Jan could barely walk as far as the exercise room. I pushed her down on her hands and knees and crawled up behind her.

I could see Jan’s labia pulsing as the egg buzzed inside her. I took hold of the wire and gently pulled it out. “No-o-o-o! I was almost there!” She moaned.

I pushed the slippery, buzzing egg firmly against Jan’s anus, and she gave a sudden screaming moan and it abruptly disappeared completely inside her. In one forceful stroke I pushed my penis completely inside her wet, trembling pussy. I reached around her torso and pulled her against me by pressing her breasts against her ribs.

The sensations were so intense I closed my eyes. I could feel the egg in Jan’s rectum vibrating directly against my shaft, and the other one was stimulating my prostate. Her entire body began to shake and she screamed, again and again. I ejaculated so hard it felt like cramps in my groin.

Jan’s entire body was shaking and she was still screaming. She began to move around under me, and as she straightened one of her legs, I lost my balance and I fell to the mat, pulling her onto her side. I was still erect but had come halfway out of her. I pushed myself back inside her and pulled her back against me as the vibrators continued to buzz. It felt like I was having one long, continuous ejaculation.

Jan continued to scream, and I screamed with her. I could barely hear us over the intense stimulation of the vibrators. The sensations were so powerful they became painful. She twisted around and grabbed both controls, turning off the vibrators. We lay together on the mat on our sides. Still, joined together, with the now motionless vibrators lodged in our rectums. Our breathing came in short, ragged gasps.

My penis softened and I could no longer hold it inside Jan. As we separated, I slowly pulled the vibrator from inside me, then gently removed the one in her. I spooned my body against hers, one hand caressing her breasts.

After several minutes Jan spoke. “I don’t need that, Doc. It was incredible, but it went on far too long. It stopped being good. It wasn’t at all like making love.”

“Me too.” I replied. I just wanted to rest and I held her tightly, my sticky, flaccid penis between the cheeks of her behind. As the discomfort in my groin gradually subsided, I allowed myself to drift off.

It was at least two hours later when I awoke. Jan was already awake, and we kissed, then climbed into the shower. Once again we mated standing up as the water ran over us. “Those vibrators were okay, Doc, but this is what I really like better!” Two minutes later I ejaculated into her and she screamed with joy.

As we ate our TV dinners, Jan got playful. “I saw this in the book.” She announced as she straddled my lap and sat down facing me. She adjusted her position until I slipped most of the way into her. “Now we can eat!” She announced.

It took a long time to finish our meals. Jan’s breasts were right in front of me, and as she held her tray with one hand and picked up pieces of her meal, I leaned forward and sucked on her sensitive nipples. As I ate, Jan leaned back and squeezed my penis with her pussy.

After about fifteen minutes both meals were cold and I couldn’t handle any more stimulation. I stood up, placed Jan’s behind on the table. I slammed in and out of her as hard and fast as I could. In a few seconds she screamed as her orgasm exploded. She pulled me back on top of her, and the unfinished TV dinners were smashed against her back. We didn’t care. I kissed her until her body finally relaxed. I had not climaxed, and she asked if we should keep going. I told her I was saving myself for the bedroom, and she gave me a fantastic, loving smile.

We had a quick, loving (but sexless) shower, and after we dried off, I carried Jan to the bed and laid her gently on top of the sheet. I turned on all of the lights and picked up my camera. Jan looked apprehensive. “Doc, why are you going to take pictures? What are you going to do with them?”

“Jan, these are only for me to look at after you’ve left on Monday. I’ll keep them in a special envelope in my file cabinet. My attorney has instructions to destroy that envelope if anything happens to me. But I want . . . I want to remember you exactly as you are right now.”

Jan smiled. “I’d like some of you, too. But it would be too dangerous if someone found them. Okay, snap away! As long as these are just for you!”

I took nearly fifty color Polaroid pictures of Jan’s body, including closeups of her Golden Lamb of Love. I had her lie on her back, on her side, and on her stomach. I took pictures of her holding and kissing my penis. I took several as I slipped inside her. When I was done, we took turns looking at them.

“This is my favorite, Doc!” Jan said as she showed me a closeup of her Golden Lamb of Love with my pubic hair pressing against it. Her clitoris and about a quarter inch of my penis were visible. The rest of my penis was completely inside her body.

We made frantic love in the missionary position until we both came, and then I rolled Jan over on top of me. My penis softened inside her, then slipped out. Instead of dropping off to sleep she began to stroke my penis and balls. When he didn’t become erect, she slipped a finger into my anus and began to massage my prostate. That did it! She almost sucked me inside her and then began to ride up and down on my erection. I tickled her nipples and she clamped down with her vagina. The abruptness and intensity of our orgasms surprised me. She flopped down on top of me and kissed me hard. I was still erect inside her as I fell asleep,

SUNDAY: AWARENESS

We woke on Sunday morning in a bed that was so sticky the sheets clung to us. While the sheets and mattress pad sloshed in my washing machine, Jan shaved me. “My legs are getting a bit rough. I really need to shave them. And my underarms. Do you have another razor?”

“Of course! But it’s my turn to shave you, Jan!”

Jan gave me a look of complete disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding! Right? Right?”

I shook my head. “If there are any special tricks, you’d better tell me, Jan! I’d hate to mess up!”

Jan shook her head, then ran from the room. I chased after her. She ran into my study and picked up the sex book. She flipped through the pages. “Here! How about I shave your balls, too? It’s supposed to be really good for oral sex!”

“Sure! Why not?” I laughed. “If you’ll kiss my balls after you shave them, I’ll kiss your legs and underarms, too.”

We ate breakfast and then started shaving. It took us almost an hour, but Jan’s underarms, Jan’s legs, and my scrotum were soon smooth and hairless. “Do you want to shave . . . my pussy . . . my Golden Lamb of Love, too?” She asked.

“Not a chance! I love your Golden Lamb of Love, even if I do get hairs in my mouth when I kiss it. I’m not shaving the most beautiful pussy in the world! Never!” The sparkle in Jan’s eyes spoke volumes.

My balls felt really strange and soft when she finished trimming and shaving them. Jan kissed and fondled them and giggled. I kissed her legs and underarms, then continued to kiss her entire body. She did the same to me. It tickled, and we both laughed like little kids.

We also became aroused. Finally we ended up on the exercise mats, with me lying on my back, doing sixty-nine. Jan’s giggling was interrupted by several loud orgasms, and I came twice. We were still licking, kissing, and laughing when the crash-boom of a sudden thunderstorm interrupted our revelry.

We raced from room to room closing windows, and the storm gradually passed by. Jan ate lunch sitting on my lap. She wiggled around until I was inside her, and we finished the meal that way. I played with her breasts until she climaxed. When I didn’t ejaculate, she flexed her hips and squeezed me with her vagina until I did. We were so in tune with each other’s bodies that we could easily achieve any level of passion we desired. I couldn’t help remembering that I’d never been certain how to arouse my ex- wife.

The storm had nearly disappeared, but the sky was overcast and a gentle rain was falling. Jan and I took a long, slow walk around my trails as the droplets of water fell from the sky and slowly soaked us. The air was still warm, and our skin was slippery and smooth. We explored each other’s bodies as we kissed and cuddled during our two-hour walk.

When we returned, we took a few moments to towel off, then Jan led me to our bed. “I want to be in charge this time.” She announced as she gently pushed me back onto the bed.

Jan straddled me as I lay on my back. The Boss was dark red and ready. She faced me and began to lower herself onto The Boss. “I can’t believe I didn’t think he would fit!” She whispered. “I’m going to move him around in me until he’s touched me everywhere!”

With just his head inside her, Jan began to twist and flex her hips. Her abrupt orgasm caught us both by surprise, and she had to struggle to keep from impaling herself on my shaft. But then she lowered herself in small fractions of an inch, each time twisting and rotating herself around the portion of my penis that was inside her. As I approached the point of no return she stopped, and continued as soon as I calmed down. Sweat was dripping from both of us.

I had never before explored a woman this way. My penis rubbed all around her uterus, and she gasped as her sensitive cervix slipped back and forth across his head. Slowly I slipped deeper into Jan, and her vagina began to grab me with a rhythm she couldn’t control.

All at once Jan dropped the last half-inch, and I was fully inside her. “God, Doc! I can’t stop . . . I can’t help . . . Oh! OH!” I lifted my hips from the bed and thrust myself against her, and she screamed. I felt my own ejaculations as our bodies jerked and bounced. The bed moved against the ball and made a banging sound like a drum beat. My whole body tingled and I thought I heard more thunder.

Sometime later I awoke to find Jan lying on top of me, trembling. We were dripping with sweat, her nipples hard against my chest. I was still inside her, still erect. I kissed her and she kissed me again and again. “God, Doc! We didn’t hold anything back, did we? Can it ever be better than that?”

“No, Jan. If it got any better, it would kill me!”

Jan looked into my eyes. “You’ve never had one that good before, have you?”

I shook my head. “No, Jan. So who’s the teacher now?” She laughed and held me close. We lay like that for a long time.

We finally cleaned up for supper. As the TV dinners heated up, Jan sat in my lap, facing me as we kissed and cuddled. My penis was motionless, most of the way inside her. “I just want to hold him this way.” She whispered. “I can’t believe how wonderful he feels inside me!”

Our food was cold before we finished. It was difficult to eat. After getting up to take the dinners from the oven, Jan had climbed back onto my lap and pulled my penis inside her. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt, either.
After we cleaned everything up, we took bathroom breaks, then I carried her into the bedroom. I slipped into her, then held her on top of me. She wiggled until I was pressing her deepest regions. We kissed, and Jan began to cry. “It’s almost over. Tomorrow I have to leave! How . . . how do you feel about me?”

“Jan, I didn’t know a man and a woman could ever be the way we’ve been with each other the past couple of days. It’s incredible. I’m totally, completely, helplessly in love with you. But it won’t work! I’m almost forty years too old for you!”

Tears were now streaming down her face. “I know. I’d do anything for you! I’m so much in love I can’t imagine life without you. But I also know we can’t make a life with each other. I was born too late and you were born too early. But can’t we try?”

“In a few short years I’ll really be an old man and you’ll still be a young woman. Whatever love we share will be destroyed as I being to fail. I can’t put you through that!”

Jan held my face and stared into my eyes. “You’re wrong, you know! It wouldn’t destroy my love for you! But living without you . . . I just can’t!”

I was crying too. “Jan, we can’t keep going like this. You need to find someone your own age. Someone you can build a life with. I can’t be that man! It’s not fair to you!”

“How can I possibly find someone else after knowing this love with you? Who could possibly . . . ” Jan began to sob. We held each other and cried for a long time.

“I’m on the pill, but it doesn’t always work. And we’ve had a lot of sex! What if I’m pregnant?”

“Jan, in that case I’ll marry you. You won’t have an illegitimate child by me. But it would be terrible for the child because I probably wouldn’t live long enough to be much of a father. Or a husband to you.”

Finally Jan said, “You’re right, Doc. Our affair has to end tomorrow. And I couldn’t possibly trick you into marriage that way.” Jan stared directly into my eyes. “But we still have tonight! Let’s make the best memories we can!”

We did exactly that. It was the first time that Jan had used her oral techniques to revive my penis after I ejaculated so that we could continue to make love. Our orgasms were intense but not as draining as before. Neither of us wanted the night to end.

During our many intimate conversations I had learned nearly everything important about Jan’s short life. Given the soap-opera experiences she had endured, I was amazed that she was as mature and well-adjusted as she was.

Jan’s imminent arrival into the world had precipitated her parents marriage when they were seventeen and still in high school. Her birth came less than two months after their nuptials. Subsequently her mother had a series of miscarriages before carrying a second child a full nine months. While her parents went to the hospital for the birth of Jan’s first sibling, Jan, ten-years-old at the time, had been left in the care of fourteen- year-old Kim, her usual babysitter. Several hours later her father came home and announced the terrible news that both her mother and the baby had died. Jan’s father had been so devastated that Kim had been the person who comforted Jan.

Subsequently Kim had spent more and more time at their home, supposedly taking care of Jan, but eventually “taking care” of her father, too. Four years later when Kim graduated from high school, she had become Jan’s stepmother. Apparently following a family tradition, Kim gave birth to Jan’s first stepsister about two months later. A second stepsister arrived two years later. “My dad’s ten years older than Kim, but it doesn’t seem to matter. When I’m living at home, I hear them making love all the time. They’re both really loud!”

Even before she became Jan’s stepmother, it had been Kim who had explained the facts of life to Jan. Kim had explained menstruation, had helped Jan buy her first bras, and ultimately had explained the sex act to Jan. Jan saw Kim not as her stepmother, but more as a slightly older sister who happened to be having frequent, loud sex with her father.

Jan had avoided the family tradition of early pregnancies with two strategies. First, she had given blowjobs to the three high-school suitors who had been most ardent. Second, she had started taking birth-control pills as soon as she turned eighteen. During her first semester in college, Chuck had deflowered her in the back seat of his car. He had managed to have sex with her twice more in the bed in his dorm. During post-play after their final tryst, Chuck’s roommate and two friends had walked in and found Chuck and Jan lying undressed in Chuck’s bed. Chuck had announced that Jan was “really hot in bed” and had offered Jan to the other three men. Jan had wisely decided Chuck wasn’t worth her time.

In spite of our efforts to prolong out love-making, I fell asleep thinking about Jan’s short but complicated life. I marveled that we had somehow fallen in love.

MONDAY: THE APPROACHING ENDING

We awoke and made love shortly after sunrise, but the details will fit better if I relate them a little later. Suffice it to say that we spent so much time making love that we didn’t have time for breakfast.

I offered the various sex toys to Jan, but she shook her head. “They’re not real, Doc. They’ll just remind me of The Boss, but they won’t be the same. I could never use them.”

About 10:00 we made love in the shower, then got dressed for the first time since Friday. It was silly and sentimental, but we moved from room-to-room, kissing in each one to remember how we had made love. Finally we held each other and kissed goodbye on my porch. “I like it better when we’re naked, Jan!” I whispered.

“Me too, Doc! This just doesn’t feel right, does it?”

We climbed into my car, with Jan sitting in the front seat for the first time. “The only other time I rode in this car I was scared and naked in the back.” She said. “This time I’m fully dressed, but I’m more mixed up now than I was then. And I’m still scared.”

Jan rested her hand on my thigh as I drove back to campus. She was tense, and her hand flexed and trembled against my leg. She used a tissue to blot the tears from her eyes. We didn’t say anything to each other. I repeatedly glanced at her profile and my throat got tight. Even though she was dressed, I knew exactly how her body looked, and I already missed the sight of her little nipples jutting out as she became excited.

I stopped my car around the corner from Jan’s dorm. Most of the students had departed for home over the weekend, and there was nobody around. She turned toward me. “My folks should be here in about an hour. I won’t be back until the fall. Maybe I’ll be okay by then. Take good care of The Boss. I’ll never forget wha . . . wha . . . what we did. And how much I love you!” She started to open the door of the car.

“Wait, Jan. Here.” I handed her a plastic bag. She looked inside with a puzzled look, then blushed deeply.

“The sex book? Doc, I don’t want this! What . . . ”

“Jan, it’s graphic and direct. But we both know how . . . useful it is. Wh-wh-when you find the right man . . . ” My throat tightened and I couldn’t finish the sentence.

Jan’s lower lip was trembling and her eyes were filling with tears. “God, Doc! I can’t believe you love me so much that you can . . . ” With that she opened the door and stepped out of my car. I could see the tension in her body as she stiffly walked away. She was clutching the plastic bag containing the sex book against her breasts.

She looked back once, and her face was streaked with tears. Within seconds she had disappeared around the corner of the building. I realized that she hadn’t said anything about my changing her grade. She knew I would change it, but that wasn’t more important than what we were feeling. She knew it would have cheapened everything we had experienced if she had mentioned it.

When my churning emotions calmed sufficiently to allow me to drive, I started the car and drove to the Registrar’s Office. I filled out the paperwork to change Jan’s I grade to an A. I had betrayed my own academic integrity, but I really didn’t care. It seemed unimportant and insignificant. I had just allowed the woman I loved to leave me. I felt stupid for falling in love with her, but even more stupid for being unable to deal with our inevitable separation.

When I got home, I threw the sex toys into the trash.

SUMMER: JAN IS REALLY GONE

I didn’t resume masturbation for several weeks. When I did, Jan was my only pretend lover. On hot days I could smell the scent of her sweat in my exercise room, and it made me get hard. Almost every night I would look through the pictures I had taken of her. I’d kiss each one, then fall asleep with an erection. I was truly a pathetic, degenerate old goat.

Jan was so much younger than I, and that made our relationship feel almost incestuous. Three other factors tumbled and tossed in my mind. Our affair had begun abruptly and had ended quickly after three, short days. We had immediately achieved a level of sexual and emotional intensify that was almost beyond imagining. Finally it was the only relationship I’d ever experienced that was completely private and that nobody else knew anything about. I knew these four factors were intertwined and interrelated, but that knowledge did nothing to abate my less of loss.

The summer passed slowly. I kept thinking about Jan. We’d made love in every room, and the memories simply would not go away. When my ex-wife had announced her true sexuality, I had felt disgust whenever I entered our old bedroom. Now my emotions were exploding in me and I felt love, lust, and most acutely, loss.

I had to spend time in my office so that I could prepare to teach my fall classes. Each time I looked at my office doorway, I could picture Jan leaning half naked against the door as she’d seduced me. Bart wouldn’t have understood how much more she was than simply a grade-whore. He would have called me, quite correctly, a silly old man. A cunt’s a cunt, right? There’s nothin’ special about a free piece of ass, right?

FALL SEMESTER: JAN RETURNS

The first day of classes finally arrived. I wondered how I would react when I saw Jan again. Would she be walking across campus hanging onto a young hunk? Would she be practicing tennis in her short skirt? Or would she transfer to another college rather than face me?

I was preparing to teach my first class in the fall semester when I found Jan’s name on the class roster. She had enrolled in the next semester of calculus with me! I felt myself getting dizzy, and I realized I had been holding my breath ever since I’d seen her name. I was so emotionally wired that I almost couldn’t walk into the classroom.

It was still warm weather, and Jan was braless in short-shorts and sandals. She was deeply tanned, and looked incredibly healthy. When I called her name, I looked into her eyes and felt myself getting erect. She stared back and smiled knowingly at me. Her nipples were tenting her top. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her. Somehow I moved on and called the names of the remaining students. Somehow I even managed to teach that class.

After class she followed me back to my office and sat down in front of my desk. She was the picture of innocence if anyone saw her through my open office door. “Why did you give me an A, Doc? Our deal was for a B.” She whispered.

I couldn’t manage to say anything. Finally I whispered, “Jan, you’re killing me! I love you! I want to touch you. And hold you.”

Jan blushed. “Yes, I know. I love you, too. I really miss touching and kissing The Boss. And holding him inside me, too. I was a tramp to use sex to get a better grade. I won’t do it again. I won’t have to. Besides sex is too important to me now. I’ll try to avoid making you uncomfortable in class.”

“Why . . . Why are you taking this class, Jan? You don’t need it for your major!”

She gave me her familiar smile, and I felt my heart melt. “This was the only appropriate way I could spend time with you. And I’ll take one of your courses every semester until I graduate. Since I can’t share your bed, maybe we can share this tiny part of our lives. You can’t be my lover, but you’re still my favorite professor! I want to be able to look at you. And dream. I can’t stop what I feel.”

We were silent and stared into each other’s eyes. Memories of looking at her face before and after we had made love sprang into my consciousness. Jan glanced down and I followed her gaze to her breasts. Her nipples were dark and hard against her thin top. She looked into my face and smiled. “I want to feel you looking at my body, Doc. Can I . . . Is it okay . . . I won’t wear panties and you can look at my Golden Lamb of Love during tests. Is that . . . what you want?”

I knew that staring at Jan’s body would only make me feel worse, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I nodded my head, and she smiled. I could tell how aroused she was by looking into her eyes. The Boss was trying to rip himself out of my pants.

After several minutes Jan sighed, rose to her feet, and quickly left my office. I was so lost in thought that I almost forgot to teach my next class, and it was two hours later.

I somehow adjusted to seeing Jan five days each week in class. She was clearly the best student. But staring at her exposed pussy during tests nearly drove me insane. I was too weak to ask her to wear panties.

I knew she was dating, and I almost defeated the jealousy within myself and nearly managed to hope that she found a good boy - well, man - to love. She had that sex book. Was she working through it with another man? Damn! It should be me!

I thought I was handling the situation fairly well until about 10:00 one Saturday night in November, the week before Thanksgiving.

I heard a vehicle unexpectedly coming down my long gravel driveway, and I watched through the window as a strange car approached, then stopped. I gasped a short cry as Jan got out and came to the door and knocked. I opened it and stood trembling as I stared at her. She was crying. “For God’s sake, Doc, can I please come in?”

I cast off my feeling of shock, and I pulled her inside and held her. “What’s wrong, Jan? What happened?”

“I thought . . . he might work out.” Jan sobbed. “He was considerate, and he was starting to . . . get me to respond. And he wasn’t pushy. Until tonight.”

I held her close as she gathered her thoughts. “Then tonight he told me we were going to a party. When we got to the apartment, there was nobody else there. When I told him I wouldn’t have sex with him, he undressed himself and tried to rape me. I hit him in the balls and walked back to campus. Then I drove out here.”

“What do you want, Jan?” I was afraid to express my own desire.

“I want . . . No, I need. Make love to me tonight. Just tonight. I’ll leave in the morning. Please.”

Every rational thought told me I was making a mistake, but I really had no choice. I kissed the tears from Jan’s face and began to undress her. Halfway through, she stopped crying and began to undress me. I couldn’t believe how exciting it was, particularly since we’d never undressed each other before. When we were both naked, I picked her up and carried her in my arms to my bed and we made love, intensely and happily. It was as if we’d never been apart. It was almost dawn when we finally fell asleep.

We awoke that late Sunday morning wrapped around each other once again. As soon as we had the sheets in the washing machine and had mated standing up as we had taken our erotic shower, Jan dressed herself, kissed me, still naked, goodbye, and departed. I sobbed as the sound of her car slowly disappeared. My emotions were again in turmoil, and I was barely able to teach on Monday. Fortunately classes ended on Tuesday for Thanksgiving break, and I had the rest of the week to recover. I had a turkey TV dinner for Thanksgiving and dreamed about Jan. Until the odor turned sour, I left the sex-stained sheets on the bed so that I could smell her. I knew I wasn’t rational, but I no longer cared.

ADJUSTMENT: SEPARATE LIVES, TOGETHER

Jan was true to her word. Each semester I requested and was assigned to teach courses that she could take, and each semester until she graduated she enrolled in one of my classes. After that second calculus class they were all three-credit courses, and I only saw her three days each week. But it was so very much better than nothing. She continued to expose her Golden Lamb of Love to me during tests, and I remained confused, lost, and alone.

Beginning the following spring I attended all of the women’s tennis team practices, and I watched all of their home matches. Jan was now playing number one, and I could see her game improving from week to week. My colleagues thought I was a silly old man who was lusting after young, female bodies. They didn’t suspect my lust was specific to Jan.

I subscribed to two tennis magazines, and eventually I learned to play. I only played with Jan once. The erotic scent of her perspiration overwhelmed me, and we stopped before we both lost control. I still felt a connection to her each time I walked onto the court. I found the sport gave me a good workout, too. Isn’t that pathetic? I couldn’t have Jan, but I could enjoy her sport.

About once each semester Jan would experience an emotional crisis, and she would abruptly appear at my house and we would make love. Each time I thought it was our last time. Then, during the spring semester of her senior year, she arrived with a different message. “I think I’ve found someone, Doc. I think I’m in love with him, too. So this is . . . This is really goodbye. I owe you so much, and I love you so much, but I want . . . I want to be true to him. Do you understand?” Tears were streaming down her face. I knew she was afraid of how much she was hurting me.

I held Jan until she stopped crying, and instead of making love we talked all night. She told me everything about her young man. It was obvious that she was very much in love with him. She kissed me goodbye in the morning. We had never even undressed. I was incredibly happy for her, but I also felt an intense sense of loss. I truly realized she would never make love to me again. I had faced this certainly again and again, but this time I knew it was real. This time there really was another lover in her life.

Jan hugged me after graduation, and I got my first look of her new man when he passionately kissed her. My stomach hurt as I watched, and I quickly turned and walked away. That part of my life was over. Jan was now nothing more than an impossibly wonderful memory. We could now get on with our separate lives, mine much shorter than hers.

I should have known better. Just over a year later I received an invitation to Jan’s wedding. Inside was a personal, handwritten note from Jan. She begged me to attend. Of course I replied that I would. I made travel arrangements and prepared myself mentally and emotionally for her big day. Well, at least I tried. How do you prepare to watch the woman you love marry someone else?

About ten days before Jan’s wedding, she unexpectedly appeared on my front porch. It was early one hot Saturday afternoon. I was afraid something had gone wrong with the wedding, but she quickly stopped my questions. “Doc, everything’s fine. Except for one thing. I drove here to have one last day with you. I’m going to marry Bill, but I’m not married yet. Once I am, I’m going to be completely faithful. I haven’t promised him that, yet. I love Bill, but I still love you, too!”

“Oh my God! Does he know? That you’re here? With me?”

Jan gave me her special smile. “I told him all about us. He knows I’m here, and he probably knows why. He knows this is something . . . something about you and me, not about him. Something we have to finish if we can.”
Jan could see I had serious doubts, so she used her best weapons. She slowly removed her clothes. In moments she was standing in the bright sunshine on my porch, completely naked except for her shoes. The sight of her perky breasts and golden triangle of pubic hair made me dizzy.

“Well? Aren’t you going to join me in a walk? Didn’t you tell me last year that you’d put in another trail? I’d love to see it. But take off those clothes! I feel silly standing naked all by myself” Then she laughed and began to undress me.

We held hands and skipped and danced along my new trail. We frequently stopped to kiss and hug, then moved on. We made love next to a little rocky stream, standing up as we had done our first time since there was no soft place to lie down. Once again she bloodied me as she climaxed. After a long shower and after she took care of her scratches on my back, we made love again in my bed. We shared of usual TV dinners, then made love all night long. After breakfast we built each other as high as we could stand, and once again Jan bloodied my back as together we exploded in orgasm. Afterwards we held each other as closely as we possibly could.

The rest of the day is a confusing blur of making love, crying, and making love again. Just before supper she kissed me goodbye. She pushed something hard into my shirt pocket. I pulled it out and saw her birth-control pills.

“I took the last one this morning, Doc. Bill and I are going to start a family as soon as we can. I’m just sorry that’s something that you and I will never share.” Jan began to cry, and I held her until she composed herself.

“Are you both . . . Is he . . .?” Somehow I couldn’t ask the question.

Of course Jan understood. She nodded and smiled. “Yes, Doc. As good as we just were. That’s how I knew. Not the first time, but after we got used to each other. I taught him everything you taught me, and then we learned some things together. He’s a good student!” She didn’t mention the book, but I knew they had read it together. She blushed because she realized I knew.

“So were you! My best ever! Student and lover!” I whispered. She kissed me and turned to leave.

“I almost forgot. Izzy. You always wanted to know.” She said with a shy smile.

I had absolutely no idea what Jan was telling me. She laughed at the expression on my face. “Isia Isabella. Izzy for short. That’s the scientific name for the wooly bear caterpillar! Remember how I laughed when you said it looked like I had a caterpillar between my legs?”

“Your Golden Lamb of Love!” I exclaimed. “Your fuzzy, golden pussy! Your wooly bear!”

Jan giggled. “But she’s Izzy no more. Bill calls her his Golden Fleece. He’s like you! He won’t let me shave it, either!”

I knew my mythology. “And you call his penis ‘Jason?’” I asked.

Jan blushed deeply. “You’re too damned smart, Doc!” She pressed herself against me and we kissed for several minutes. I thought the pet names were cute, but possibly ominous. As I recalled the legend, Jason and Medea shared the golden fleece, and their marriage didn’t go all that well.

As I held Jan, she suddenly shuddered in my arms. “You know I didn’t do this . . . come back to make love to you . . . to hurt you. I just had to . . . ” She paused and was silent for several seconds. “It’s like that old song. I’m torn between two lovers. I’d stay with you and never leave you if I could. I’m not strong enough, Doc! I want more than the few years you and I could have together. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Jan. Life tricked us. But we shared more than most people ever know. Live your life. Completely. Just remember me from time to time, okay?”

“You know I will! I’m out of time. I’ve really gotta go. Goodbye, Doc. I really want to see you at my wedding.” She gave me another quick kiss and then she was gone. I heard her sob as she jumped into her car.

I stared into the distance long after her car disappeared. “I’ve never been quite certain, Jan. Were you the better student? Or was I? I love you!” I whispered. I stood on my porch for a very long time, thinking, remembering, and wishing. It didn’t make me feel any better. Later when I looked in the mirror, my eyes were red and there were tear- streaks running down my naked body.

JAN’S WEDDING: EMOTIONAL TURBULENCE

I was almost numb at Jan’s wedding. I watched and heard everything, but my emotions were in turmoil. It didn’t feel real. I didn’t want it to be real. I listened to their vows, and I remembered Jan’s words. She promised to be faithful to Bill and I knew she would be. The only way she would ever make love to me again would be if something happened to their marriage, and I didn’t want that. Or did I? I realized I probably did, and I felt ashamed. Was the curse of the Golden Fleece real? I secretly hoped so.

I waited with the other guests so that we could greet the people arranged in the receiving line Jan’s father seemed to be incredibly young as he shook my hand! He didn’t even have any gray hair! And Kim, Jan’s step mother, was pregnant again and looked younger than Jan. Meeting them and seeing them in the flesh made me feel ancient.

As I approached the radiant bride, my heart began to pound in my chest and I felt faint. Jan surprised everyone when she kissed me passionately on the lips. “Thanks, Doc! I love you! I always will!” She quietly whispered in my ear so that nobody else could possibly hear. I felt the pressure of her perky breasts against me, and then she released me and greeted the next guest.

I shook Bill’s hand and congratulated him. He gave me an intense, penetrating stare, and I felt a moment of guilt, knowing I had made passionate love to his bride a few days earlier. “Thank you for coming, Professor Davis. Your being here was important to both Jan and me.” Was all he said. His handshake was firm and strong.

I continued through the receiving line, meeting and forgetting stranger after stranger. I found a place to sit down, and I tried to carry on several conversations during the reception banquet. I failed. I could still taste her lipstick and I could feel how her breasts had pressed against me. Even her bridal dress couldn’t conceal their firmness, their shape, and . . . I thought about her sensitive nipples and lost myself in my own world of memories and dreams.

Suddenly Bill tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I could talk to him in private. I didn’t even know him, and I wondered what he wanted to say to me. I followed him to another room. As he closed the door behind us, I began to panic. Did he suspect how deeply I was involved with Jan? Was he angry? What would he do? A quick memory of Jan’s bouncing breasts as we had recently made love appeared in my head, and I began to tremble. I was still lusting after this young man’s new wife!

“Professor Davis, Jan told me all about you. I want to thank you for what you did for Jan. And ultimately for me as well.” I was both shocked and relieved. He obviously had no idea of the true nature of my relationship with Jan! Clearly he only knew about the seven classes she had taken with me!

The expression on my face must have given me away. “No, I mean it! I know all about your love affair. How she planned to fuck you for a better grade! How you fell in love with each other and made love several times over the next three years. But if you hadn’t helped Jan to learn how to love and to make love, she would never have become the woman I also fell in love with. I promise you that I’ll always treasure her as much as you have.” He shook my hand, and I nodded. For once in my life I was speechless. Of course I had known that he and Jan were making love, but having him state it still bothered me. And more than I cared to admit. He was so damned YOUNG!

I followed him silently out of the room. Just before we reached the rest of the guests, he turned. “And I know about her trip to be with you two weeks ago. Jan didn’t tell me, but I know that you and she. . . . Well, I could tell when she came back after that day and night with you that she was finally . . . well, completely ready to begin a life with me. Thank you for loving her enough to let her come back to me. You’re a better man than I am. Perhaps when I’m older I’ll understand how you could . . . be so selfless. Jan has never said this, but I know she would never have married me if you had been a younger man. Or if you had asked her not to marry me.” He shook my hand again.

Bill’s words sounded and felt sincere, and I knew that Jan had chosen well. But his words still rocked me. I liked Bill. In spite of my sense of loss, I was happy for Jan. I fought back tears. I was an emotional mess. Should I have asked her to break up with Bill and marry me? Doing it would have been wrong, but the idea stuck in my head and wouldn’t go away.

I stayed in the background as the reception worked its way to its conclusion and the newlyweds finally got into their car and departed. I was no longer any part of Jan’s life, but memories of our love made everything almost too poignant to bear. Intellectually I was happy for Jan, but I still felt like crying. Perhaps I could have married her, not Bill.

About three weeks later I received a thank-you note from the new bride. “Doc, I can’t thank you enough for your gift. Only you and I know how you wrote it. It’s the only secret I’ll ever keep from my darling Bill. Every time I read it I’ll remember the love we shared. Yes, I’ll always love you. Don’t forget me! Jan.”

I had given them a pewter serving tray engraved with the following untitled poem: When I awake holding you with you holding me, I am reborn whole again. Your very touch tells me of your love for me, As I pray does mine for you. We begin another day and share our love together, A gift from God we scarce deserve. We dare not waste our love this day nor any other. Each is precious; each is delicate. We know not what tomorrow brings, but surely Today is love. We need no more. Leo Davis

That Monday morning after my grade-for-a-fuck weekend with Jan, I had made love to her as the sun rose. Then I had grabbed a pad of paper and a red pen from next to the bed. With my half-erect penis still lodged inside her, I had placed the pad against her wonderful breasts and I had written those words. When I had shown them to her a few minutes later, tears had streamed down her face. “God, Doc! That’s so wonderful! It’s exactly how I feel!” She had said.

Jan had set the poem aside and hugged me. After several minutes of squeezing me with her vaginal muscles, I had become erect again. We had then made slow and gentle love until she climaxed, and I ejaculated into her for the second time that morning. “Even if we don’t have much time, we haven’t wasted today, have we?” She had said as we cuddled. Just over two hours later I’d dropped her off at her dorm so that her parents could take her home for the summer.

REFLECTIONS

I have to accept that this is the way things must be. But in spite of my wonderful memories, the thought of Jan and Bill making love still brings me pain. I should be the man with my penis inside her! My love for her isn’t strong enough to put that aside. Dammit! That’s what WE did so well together!

Sometimes I’m just a silly old man. But I do have some terrific memories, not to mention the photographs. I hope they’ll be enough to sustain me when I retire in a couple of years.

Something in my demeanor must have changed because of my affair with Jan, and I managed to date several of the women who had previously turned me down. Two took me to their beds, but our coupling, although competent and reasonably exciting, was contrived and artificial. They both seemed desperate to find a man to share the final years of their lives. Somehow I couldn’t settle for something so shallow. Before falling in love with Jan I would have married either one, if only to have a woman to hold and caress.

Nobody ever talks about the REAL price we might pay if we fuck our students. Losing my job or my marriage would have been easier to bear. But of course Jan and I didn’t only fuck, we made love. Bart will never know the difference. But I do. I think about Jan all the time, and I’m truly grateful that we had the opportunity to explore our love together. But it still hurts to be alone without her.

Bart was wrong. Sometimes they’re not grade-whores. Sometimes they’re the true loves of our lives. At least that’s how mine still is. I miss her every day, particular when I wake up alone. Sometimes I think I can feel her body against mine, and when I wake up I start fo weep when I realize she’s really gone.

In moments of weakness I wish Jan had been a grade-whore. That would make it easier to endure. I wouldn’t know that another man was enjoying precisely what I was pretending I still had.

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