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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 f