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The 'ABC' Plan
(MF, oral, anal)


                                Beginning

        I am a professor in a small midwestern university.  I teach several math
classes per semester, usually including one introductory Calculus class.  Every
year, I have several students who struggle and come to me during office hours
for extra help.  This is part of my job, and I am often gratified when I really
can help a student.  However, some students seem to be unable to grasp the
material even when they try hard.  It disappoints me when I am unable to help
someone who wants to learn, but I have seen enough cases to realize that some
people will never get Calculus, no matter what they do.  Angela was such a
student.

        I noticed her after the first week of class, because she always sat in
the front row, and seemed to concentrate hard on taking notes.  After the first
midterm, she visited my office to talk about the test, which she abjectly
failed.  She told me that she had studied hard, but she just wasn't getting it. 
I suggested that she come back to discuss the homework assignments.  After
working with her on the homework a few times, I realized she would never be able
to pass my class.  I told her this, and advised her to drop the class.  She said
the course was required for her major, so she couldn't drop it.  She vowed to do
better on the second midterm and pass the class.  She continued to visit me
regularly during office hours for help with the lectures and homework.

        The deadline passed for dropping a class without any grade penalty, and
then we had the second midterm exam.  Naturally, Angela failed this too, and now
it was clear that she had no hope of passing the class.  She came to my office
very upset.

        "Prof. Sharpe, I just can't fail this class," she said.

        "Why?" I replied, "You can repeat it next semester."

        "No, I can't," she said, her voice cracking a little.  "I am already on
academic probation, and if I fail Calculus, I'll flunk out.  Then my parents
will kill me."

        I was quite sympathetic.  Having worked with her closely for the past
several weeks, I had gotten to like her, despite her ineptitude in math.  She
seemed shy and somewhat lost in the university, but she had a nice smile and she
really was trying her best.

        "Listen" I said, coming around my desk to where she was seated, and
putting my hand on her shoulder.  "Flunking out of college isn't the end of the
world.  You'll get through this.  I know it's hard to see now, but this is a
message to change your direction in life, at least a little.  Someday you'll
look back on this and see that everything came out okay."

        With that, she put her face against my hand on her shoulder, and started
to cry.  She looked up at me, pleading, "Please, isn't there anything I can do
to pass this class?  I'll do anything, anything!"

        "It wouldn't be fair to the other students for me to give you special
treatment," I said.

        "You already have given special treatment, because you've spent so much
time working with me during office hours," she said.  "I'm really grateful.  I'd
like to give you some special treatment in return, to show you how much all your
help has meant to me."  She put her hand on my hand, and looked up at me through
dewy eyes.

        This caught me completely by surprise.  Angela was a plain-looking girl,
who usually dressed in a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers.  She had always acted
shy and serious with me before, with never any hint of flirtation or a crush.

        "Angela, what are you saying?" I asked.  I withdrew my hand from her
touch.  I had only meant to comfort her, and I didn't want to be misinterpreted.

        "Prof. Sharpe, I know I'm dumb in math, but I can do other things!  I'll
do anything you want me to, really!"  She tried to smile with a sly look.  She
stood up to look directly at me.

        I just stood looking into her eyes, thinking.  Was she really offering
me sex?  I hadn't seen that coming from her at all.  Despite her usual
nondescript appearance, I suspected that she had a nice body under her shapeless
clothes.  If she took off her glasses, put on a touch of makeup, and fixed her
hair, she might actually be pretty.  But she didn't have the self-confidence and
the reckless personality of a girl who would proposition her professor.  I had
never had any flings with undergraduate students in the past, so I was sure I
didn't have a reputation for seducing girls in my classes.  She was probably
just so desperate, she got up the nerve to offer herself to me as a last resort.

        I calculated.  If I just politely put her off, she'd go away, flunk the
class, and neither of us would get anything out of this.  If I demurely
accepted, what would I do, take her out on dates?  No, I was married, and had my
reputation in the Department to consider.  I couldn't be seen escorting a female
student around town.  I needed to either frighten her away, or gain total
control of the situation.

        "Angela, if you've got some kind of crush on me, forget it.  I'm not
looking for romance.  I like you, but all my help was my job as your professor. 
If you're suggesting something else now, then that has to be a business deal. 
You give me sex, and I give you a passing grade.  Is that what you want?"

        She nodded without saying anything.

        "Well..." I said, letting my imagination run wild.  "I have something I
call the 'ABC' plan.  'A' stands for ass, 'B' stands for blowjob, and 'C' stands
for cunt."  Her eyes widened.  "If I have sex with you, and get to come in each
of those places, then I give you an 'A' for the semester.  But, this is just for
sex, not love.  And you must always do exactly what I ask you to do, even if you
don't want to.  I won't hurt you, but I will expect absolute obedience."

        That got her attention.  I could see that she hadn't expected such blunt
terms.  She stood facing me, thoughts racing behind her eyes.  I had called her
bluff.  Did she have the nerve to go through with it?  After a moment, she
looked down.  "Okay," she said in a small voice.

        I reached across the small gap between us, and clasped her upper arms. 
She looked up.  I asked her, "Are you a virgin?"

        "No," she replied with a slightly dismissive tone.

        "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked, looking at her intently.

        "No," she said.

        "Do you have a place where we can meet?" I asked.

        "I live in an off-campus apartment," she said.  "I don't have a
roommate."

        Perfect! I thought.  Otherwise, I would have to rent a motel room away
from town, and that would get complicated.

        "Well," I said.  "I want to meet you at your place three times.  The
first time you will give me a blowjob.  The second time I will fuck you in the
cunt.  The third time I will fuck you in the ass.  That's your part of the
bargain.  For my part, you won't have to do any more work in my class, and I
will give you an 'A'.  Agreed?"

        "Yes," she said, without meeting my eyes.

        "Listen, now that we're clear on the terms," I said, "I want you to
enjoy this as much as you can.  Your job will be to give me pleasure, but my
pleasure will be greater if you enjoy it too.  So, I want you to think about
this as something completely outside your normal life.  I want you to let
yourself go, and be a different person while we're having sex.  Try to put your
inhibitions aside, and just have fun.  Okay?"

        She looked up at me again, and tried to smile.  I was still holding her
arms, and I pulled her closer and gently kissed her on the lips.  She reacted
somewhat awkwardly, but she quickly softened, and her kiss warmed.  We broke off
slowly, and looked into each other's eyes.

        "Okay, Prof. Sharpe," she said, this time with a bit more confidence.

        My wife goes out to some kind of women's study group on Wednesday
evenings, so we made the first date for the following Wednesday night, and she
gave me her address.  As she picked up her backpack to leave, I stepped forward
and gave her another kiss.  This time, unlike the first one, I opened my mouth,
and worked my lips against hers for almost a minute.  She didn't give me any
tongue, but I ran mine around the inside oval of her lips while our mouths were
pressed together.  I broke it off, and said, "See you next Wednesday."


                                Chapter 'B'

        On Tuesday night, I called Angela.  I had been playing through fantasies
of our impending encounter, and I wanted to make sure she got her part right.

        "Angela," I said, "this is Prof. Sharpe."

        "Yes?" she said in a cautious voice.

        "Are we still on for tomorrow night?" I asked.

        "Yeah."

        "Good.  Now listen, I have a few instructions for you.  I want you to
wear a blouse and a skirt, okay?  Something much sexier than I usually see you
in."

        "Sure," she said a bit uncertainly.

        "Wear an outfit that shows off your bust, your waist, and your legs," I
said.  "Do you have a short skirt?"

        "Yeah."

        "Wear some nice shoes, with heels if you've got any, and no pantyhose or
stockings," I told her.

        "Okay," she said.

        "A couple of other things," I continued.  "I want you to put on some red
lipstick, and wear your hair in a ponytail."

        "A ponytail?" she asked.

        "Yeah," I said.  "Remember, the whole point is to turn me on, so you
need to follow all these instructions.  Did you get everything?"  I asked.

        "I think so," she replied.  "I guess I can dress that way if you want."

        "Good," I said, "see you tomorrow night."


        On Wednesday night, my breathing quickened with the anticipation of
exploring Angela's nude body and having clandestine sex.  But what really set my
heart pounding was the thought that she would be under my control, doing exactly
what I commanded.  If she acceded to my authority, this would be the enactment
of a perfect sexual fantasy.  I had spent hours musing over the best ways to
take advantage of this situation, and I had a deliberate plan in mind.

        I got to her apartment door exactly at 9:00.  No one was around outside
to notice a professor visiting a student girl's room in the evening hours.  She
opened the door after a couple of knocks, and I slipped inside, closing the door
behind me.

        Angela was a sight to behold.  The usual baggy sweatshirt and faded
jeans were gone.  She was wearing a sheer pink blouse that fit snugly across her
breasts.  Underneath, I could see a lacy white bra.  Her skirt was a solid dark
gray, pinching in her waist, molding tightly to her thighs, and ending eight
inches above her knees.  Her legs, which I had never seen before, were nicely
shaped, if a bit white without any tan or hosiery.  All that was better than I
had hoped for, but the part my eyes lingered on was her shoes.  She wore open-
toed sandals with thin black straps that cris-crossed her feet.  They had modest
2 1/2 inch heels, but they elevated her feet perfectly, accentuating the taper
from her calves to her ankles.  And the finishing touch was bright red toenail
polish.  Finally, dragging my gaze back up her body to her face, I noticed she
was wearing the ponytail I had requested, and bright red lipstick that matched
her nail polish.

        "Angela!" I exclaimed, "You look beautiful!  Why are you always hiding
yourself in frumpy clothes, when you're really such a fox?"

        She blushed and averted her eyes.  "Oh, thank you," she said demurely.

        "Well," I said, forcing my eyes away from her to survey her apartment,
"let's start with a drink."

        Angela's apartment was a small studio.  Against the left wall was a 3-
cushion couch and coffee table.  There was a double bed in the right corner
beside the door.  Behind the main room were a tiny kitchen on the left, and the
bathroom door on the far right.  I glanced at the windows, and noted that the
blinds were already drawn.

        I strode over to the small 2-seat table that stood next to the kitchen
area, and opened the bag I brought with me.  "Get us a couple of glasses with
some ice," I told her.

        She plunked some cubes from the freezer into a pair of glasses, and
brought them to me.  I uncapped a bottle of vodka, and poured a couple of stiff
shots.  Then I filled the glasses from a carton of orange juice I had brought. 
I handed one drink to her and said, "Cheers!"

        We both took a swallow, and I walked over and sat on the center cushion
of the couch, setting my drink on the coffee table.  I eyed her again,
deliberately examining her from head to toes.  She shifted her stance slightly
under my glare, and took another drink.

        "Well, Angela," I said, "part of the joy of getting a present is looking
at the beautiful wrapping paper, and the rest is peeling off the wrapping to see
what's inside."

        I smiled, and she looked nervously at me, and gave me a weak smile back. 
"Unbutton your blouse and take it off," I said in a clear, firm voice.

        She looked a bit startled by my first command.  "Angela," I reminded
her, "part of our deal is that you will do everything I tell you, remember?"  I
set my expression, and looked at her expectantly.  Secretly, I was holding my
breath, waiting to see how well she would cooperate.

        She nodded without saying anything, put down her drink, and began
undoing her buttons from the throat down.  When she reached her waist, she
pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, and dropped it on the
floor.  I had never been able to tell how large her breasts were before, and now
I could see she had a nice pair.  Her bra was also slightly sheer, and I could
see a hint of her areolas as dark smudges through it.

        "Good," I said, smiling with relief that she acquiescent.  "Now slide
your panties down from under your skirt, and take them off."

        She hesitated for a long moment, but after a glance at me, she reached
down and slid the hem of her skirt up her thighs.  When her skirt was bunched up
around her hips to the point where I could just see her white panties covering
the bottom of her crotch, she began tugging the panties down her legs, sliding
her skirt down with them.  When the panties reached her knees, they dropped to
her ankles.  She had to squat down to grasp them with her hand and pull her feet
out of them.  When she did, the skirt rode up her thighs and her knees pointed
right at me.  I strained to look between her legs, but she held them close
together, and I couldn't see her pussy under the shadow of her skirt.  She
stepped out of the panties, and left them on the floor a few feet from her
blouse.

        I told her to take another drink, and sit beside me on the couch.  She
did, holding herself a bit stiffly.  I looked her over hungrily.  The cups of
her bra held her breasts out, and I looked down the cleavage between them.  The
short skirt exposed long lengths of her uncrossed thighs, and we both knew her
bare pussy was hidden only a few inches behind the hem.

        "Angela, you told me you aren't a virgin, but you don't have a boyfriend
right now," I said.  "When did you last have a boyfriend?" I asked.

        "Last fall," she replied.

        "And you had sex with him," I continued.  She nodded, uncertain where I
was leading this conversation.  I am sure she had expected me to just pounce on
her, but now she had to sit next to me, partially naked, and make small talk.

        "I want you to think back to when you were together, and remember your
best sexual experience," I said.  She looked at me, searching.  "Recall where
you were, what you were doing, and how it felt.  I want you to tell me about it,
in detail."

        She squirmed a little, and tried to cross her legs away from me, but I
put my hand gently on her knee, and prevented it.  I left my hand resting on her
thigh while she talked.  She continued, "Well I can't remember just one time..."

        "Sure you can," I countered.  "Go on, tell me about it."

        She settled back in the couch a bit, thinking.  "We went to a party, and
we both got kind of drunk.  After we left, we went over to his room.  His
roommate was away for the weekend, so I spent the night.  We did it that night,
and again in the morning."

        "Did you come?" I asked.

        "Oh, yeah," she replied, without much emphasis.

        "I want you to remember coming," I said.  "What was he doing to you?"

        "Oh, we were screwing," Angela said.

        "Okay, in what position?  For how long?  Did you do much foreplay?  Did
he come at the same time?  Tell me details!" I insisted.

        She looked over at me, then paused, trying to recall the answers.  "I
don't remember very well," she said.  "We were still kind of drunk."  Seeing
that I wasn't satisfied with that, she went on, "I guess he was on top of me in
bed.  He went a long time, longer than usual.  We hadn't done much fooling
around beforehand, because we both wanted to do it as soon as we got to his
room.  I just remember, he kept going and going, and I just got more and more
aroused, and then I couldn't help myself, I just let go in a big bang!  He came
too, right with me.  I think we both made a lot of noise, because later we were
worried that guys in his hall might have heard us."

        "Close your eyes," I said, running my fingers up the inside of her
thigh.  "Try to remember the feeling of his cock moving in your cunt, in and
out.  Try to remember the weight of his body pressing on yours.  Try to remember
your breath and his, getting faster and faster.  Remember the feeling of your
cunt contracting tight around his dick as you came."

        I looked at her sitting next to me.  Her eyes were closed, and I watched
her breasts moving in and out as her breath quickened a bit.  Good, I thought,
she's getting a little turned on, and so am I.

        I leaned over, and started gently kissing her neck.  She stiffened at my
touch, but relaxed quickly.  I reached up and cupped one of her breasts through
her bra.  She didn't respond much as I felt her tit through the silky fabric.  I
pulled away, and whispered for her to stand up, and take off the bra.

        She stood, and reached behind her back to undo the clasp.  The thin
white straps, which had been taut, immediately went slack.  She shrugged the
shoulder straps off, and pulled the cups away, dropping her bra to the floor to
join her panties and blouse.

        Her tits were full and round.  They stood out distinctly from her ribs,
and didn't sag.  Her nipples were dark and medium-sized.  The short nubs weren't
very erect, but I would change that.

        Just as she started to sit back down, I told her, "No, stand.  Put your
hands on top of your head.  Now turn around for me, slowly."

        Her breasts jutted forward with her arms up like that.  As she turned, I
gazed at them in profile.  Then I looked at the smooth expanse of her bare back,
narrowing to the waistband of her skirt.  The full, rounded shape of her tits,
with small nipple points projecting, appeared again in profile as she completed
her revolution.

        "You have nice tits," I told her.  "I want you to lean over, and rub
them in my face."

        I spread my legs, and she stepped between them.  Then she bent over,
putting her hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head.  Her
breasts protruded right into my face, and I nuzzled first one, then the other. 
After I held my face still for a moment, and neither of us moved, I said, "Rub!"

        She slowly dragged one tit across my face, then the other, pressing her
soft pliable flesh against my skin.  Her nipple raked along one cheek, and I
sucked it gently into my mouth.  I put my hands on her waist, and then slid them
up her rib cage, until I caught the undersides of her beasts.  With one hand, I
gently squeezed her free tit, while I sucked on the other.  I closed my hand
around the base of the one in my mouth, squeezing it out.  Opening my mouth
wide, I tried to suck in as much of her tit as I could.

        Then I broke suction, and moved my face to the other boob.  I licked the
nipple in long, slow strokes.  I twirled my tongue around it, feeling it crinkle
as it grew more erect.  I sucked it in deeply, and then let it pop out of my
mouth.

        Fun as her tits were, I was ready to move on to even better pleasures. 
I drew my head back, and told her to sit on the couch again.  Then I stood up
and faced her, commanding "Take off my pants now!"

        By this point, she was responding to my commands calmly and promptly. 
She unthreaded my belt, undid my pants snap, and pulled my zipper down over my
erect prick.  She pulled my pants down below my knees.  My hardon strained
inside my boxers.  She looked up, and I nodded.  She pulled my shorts down, and
my stiff cock bobbed in front of her face.

        The head of my dick was engorged and purplish.  It was moist with
precum, since I had gotten pretty turned-on in the last few minutes.  "Take my
cock in your hand," I told Angela, "and lick the head of it."

        She wrapped her fingers and thumb around it, and brought her mouth up. 
In my other excitement, I hadn't even noticed that her fingernails were also
painted red, matching her toes and lipstick.  She parted her lips, stuck out her
tongue, and ran it over one side of the head of my dick, then the other side. 
My sensation was heavenly.

        While she was licking, I took off my shirt and tossed it onto the
growing pile of clothes on the floor.

        "Suck the head," I told her.  She stretched her mouth open, and slid my
glans into her wet, warm mouth.  The head of my cock was enveloped by gentle
pulsating pressure as she sucked it.  Her hand just gripped my shaft lightly,
and I put my hand on top of hers to indicate that she should stroke back and
forth.  She started gently jacking me off with her hand, synchronizing the
stokes with her suction.

        I looked down at her.  Her red lips were stretched over my throbbing,
veined phallus.  Her red fingernails slid back and forth as she jacked me.  Her
hair in the ponytail swished slightly as her head bobbed on my cock.  I just let
all my schemes go for a moment, and reveled in pure pleasure.

        After a while, I realized I wanted to come with more vigorous and
enthusiastic stimulation.  I also started thinking of her cunt, moist and fuzzy
and bare, just beneath her skirt.  I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and
unwrapped her fingers from my prick.  She looked up at me.  "Stand up and take
off your skirt," I told her.  At the same time, I sat down, took off my shoes,
and pulled my pants and boxers off my feet.  When I looked up, Angela was
sliding the skirt down off her hips, exposing the triangle of her pubic hair. 
After she stepped out of the skirt, she was wearing only the sandals, and I was
wearing only my socks.

        "Sit down, and spread your legs," I instructed her.  As she did, I slid
off the couch onto the floor, facing her open crotch.  Kneeling between her
legs, I slid the coffee table closer behind my back.  I took one sandaled foot,
and put it up on the coffee table to my right.  I put the other one up to my
left, spreading her legs wide open in front of me.

        "Scoot your hips forward," I said.  "Now, spread your pussy open."  She
placed her fingertips between her legs, pulling her major labia apart, and
exposing the moist pink folds of her clit, inner pussy lips, and vagina.  I
could also just glimpse the pucker of her asshole where the cleft between her
buttocks pressed into the couch cushion.

        She had become a bit zombie-like as she had followed my orders through
the evening.  I was glad for her unquestioning obedience, but I wondered whether
she had gotten aroused much.  Despite the continuing glazed look in her eyes,
her pussy betrayed her true state.  It was glistening with lubrication, and
emitted a noticeable musky aroma.

        I handed her her drink, and told her to finish it.  After she drained
it, I told her to watch me.  I caressed her inner thighs, moving my fingers ever
closer to her open pussy.  Then I took my right index finger, and worked it in
and out of my mouth a few times, coating it with saliva.  I pressed this finger
directly on her clit, rubbing it in small circles.  Angela had only had her
breasts stimulated up until now, and the effect of touching her cunt was
electric.  She shivered, and her breath quickened.  I put two fingers in my
mouth, wetted them, and pushed them back onto her clit, rubbing a little harder. 
Then I gently pinched her clit between my thumb and index finger, and rolled it
around between my fingertips.  Angela started wiggling her hips rhythmically,
her breath deepening.  After a while, I turned my hand so my thumb was pressed
on her clit, and I probed the opening to her vagina with my forefinger.  I
inserted my finger up to the first knuckle, and started sliding it in and out in
conjunction with my thumb.  Her vagina was very wet now, and my finger slid
easily.  I pushed a second finger up into her, and her cunt squeezed tightly on
my pair of fingers.  Angela started to moan under her breath.  I worked her like
that for several minutes, my thumb rolling her clit around, and my two fingers
fucking her.  My fingers got very wet.  She had her hands cupped on her own
breasts, squeezing them while I diddled her cunt.  Her eyes were closed, with
her head lolled to one side.  I could tell she was ready to come in just a
minute or two more.

        "Angela?" I said.  "Would you like me to make you come?"

        Opening her eyes, she nodded and said, "You can fuck me now if you
want."

        That was a tempting proposition.  Her body was spread wide open in front
of me.  Her cunt was warm and slippery, poised on the front edge of the couch,
ready to receive my cock.  My dick was rock hard, only inches away.  I had been
kneeling back on my heels, but if I just straightened up, my cock would be aimed
directly into her.  However, that was not part of tonight's scenario, so it
would have to wait for our second date.

        I told her, "I will make you come, but you have to satisfy me first.  I
want you to make me come in your mouth.  Get down on the floor in front of me on
your knees," I instructed.

        She looked disappointed, but she obeyed.  "Now, I want you to beg me to
come in your mouth!" I commanded.

        "Please, Prof. Sharpe, come for me," she said plaintively.  "I want to
taste your cum.  Fill my mouth, please!"

        "Put one hand under my balls, and knead them very gently," I told her. 
She cupped my balls delicately.  "Put your other hand around my cock," I
continued.  "Now, put your mouth over the head of my cock, and slide your mouth
and hand together."

        I watched her for a while, enjoying the sensations, enjoying my control
over her.  "Angela," I said, "I want you to imagine your mouth is your cunt. 
Feel my dick pumping in and out of your mouth, and imagine that feeling between
your legs.  Fuck me with your mouth.  Go faster, go deeper, make me come!"

        She picked up the pace.  All the saliva made her hand slide easily, so
my whole cock was engulfed in a warm, slippery tunnel.  My breath was coming
faster now, and my heart was pounding.  I could feel tightness starting at the
base of my cock, getting ready to ejaculate.

        "Angela, when I come," I told her, "I want you to just hold the cum in
your mouth until I tell you what to do next."

        She continued sucking, sliding her head back and forth, moving one hand
in unison, and fondling my balls with the other hand.  I tried to hold back,
mentally blockading my ejaculation.  Suddenly, involuntarily, my first spurt
came as she was stroking away from my body.  "Mmmmm!" she said, muffled by my
prick in her mouth.  She stopped moving her head, but her hand continued to
stroke as shot after shot of semen burst into her mouth.  Two!, three!, four!
hard contractions, squirting pulses of cum.  "Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm!" she gurgled
with each pulse.  The intensity of my orgasm started to ebb, and I quickly lost
count of the contractions.  Finally, she stopped her hand and just knelt in
front of me, dick in her mouth, waiting for me to return from nirvana.

        I opened my eyes and looked down.  There was a ring of whitish mucus
around the section of my prick exposed between her mouth and her hand.  There
was also a gloss of my cum on her top lip and index finger.  "Open your mouth,
and show me the cum!" I commanded.  She drew her head back, popping the
glistening tip of my cock out into the cool air.  She tilted her open jaw down
slightly, and I could see a large puddle of milky goo pooled in her mouth.  Even
with her tongue drawn back, she couldn't contain it, and it started to dribble
out the side of her mouth.  A long string of cum grew under her chin, and
started to drip on her breast.  I had deliberately avoided coming for several
days beforehand, so I would have a big load to shoot.  The sight before me was
the perfect end to a great blowjob: my red, engorged prick, coated with saliva
and cum, dangling over her open mouth, overflowing with my wad.

        "Swallow it!" I commanded her.  She did.  "Clean off my dick," I ordered
her next, thrusting it forward slightly with my hips.  She put it back in her
mouth and rolled her tongue around it, wiping off the cum.  "Lick off your
fingers," I told her next.  Then I grabbed my cock and wiped the head of it up
from her chin to her mouth, catching most of the stream that had run out.  She
licked this off my cock without being told to do so.  Finally, I ran my index
finger along the underside of my prick from my scrotum up to the glans, exuding
the last glob that hadn't been expelled from my urethra.  Angela licked this off
too.

        "Good girl!" I told her.  "Stand up."  When she did, I embraced her and
kissed her deeply.  I opened my mouth wide, and probed inside hers with my
tongue.  Her mouth was still slick with the basic, mucusy taste of my semen.  I
Frenched her for several minutes, enjoying the last vestige of my blowjob.

        "Okay Angela, it's time for your reward for a blowjob well done!  Sit
back down.  I'm going to eat your pussy."

        She returned to position I had masturbated her in before: slouched back
on the couch, with legs spread wide, sandaled feet propped up on the coffee
table.  I knelt in front of her and spread her cunt open again.  I started
licking her minor labia with long, slow strokes of my tongue.  I twirled my
tongue around her clit, playing with the delicate folds.  After a few minutes, I
put my lips to her clit and started sucking it gently.  While doing this, I
reached up around her legs, and started feeling her tits.  I sucked more of her
pussy into my mouth, and began pinching and twisting her nipples softly.  Angela
was returning to the aroused state I had interrupted earlier.  When I sensed she
was approaching climax, I eased off to hold her back.  She sighed heavily, and
thrust her cunt harder into my mouth, trying to work herself over the edge.  But
I wouldn't let her come that easily.  I toyed with her for quite a while,
working her up to the brink, and then easing her back at the last moment.  She
was moaning and whimpering continuously, wiggling her whole body.  I was
squeezing a whole tit in each hand hard in rhythm with my clit sucking.

        I decided what she needed to finish off was some vaginal penetration.  I
put my hands under her knees, and pushed them back toward her shoulders.  This
brought her feet up in the air, rocking her pelvis up, exposing her vagina.  I
stuck my tongue into it, French kissing her cunt.  Angela squealed with delight. 
I started tongue-fucking her, thrusting my tongue in and out as fast as I could. 
My nose pointed directly into her clit.  This really got her going, and she made
small counter-thrusts of her cunt in return.  After a moment, I pulled my face
back, and lowered her legs to the coffee table again.  She looked at me
desperately, wanting to come.

        "Okay Angela," I said, "beg me to make you come!"

        "Oh please, please, Professor, do it!" she exclaimed breathlessly. 
"I'll do anything for you!  Just do me now, please!" she pleaded.

        I crossed my index and middle finger, locking them together.  I rubbed
them around the rim of her vagina, while I acted like I was considering her
pleas.  Then, I shoved the fingers in as deep as they could go, and started
twisting my hand back and forth.  "Ohhh!" Angela wailed.  I put my mouth back on
her clit, and started sucking hard.  I finger fucked her at the same time. 
Suddenly, her cunt spasmed on my thrusting fingers.  I kept sucking and
fingering her.  Wave after wave of hard contractions squeezed my fingers.  If
they had been my cock, I am sure her orgasm would have milked the cum right out
of me.  After the first few contractions, she pulled her legs together,
involuntarily trying to limit the intense stimulation I continued to apply.  The
pressure of her thighs on my ears could only partially muffle her loud cries of
pleasure.  No doubt the boys in the hall of her old boyfriend's dorm had heard
her that night!  She was a screamer!  Finally, I felt her going limp, and I
stopped sucking and finger fucking.  I looked up over her fuzzy pubic mound,
between her breasts lying to each side, at the sated, exhausted look on her
face.  I had gotten her off, all right!

        Shortly thereafter, I collected my clothes from the floor and dressed. 
Angela remained nude on the couch, still recovering from her orgasm.  "Well
Angela, next Wednesday, I'll come back and fuck you," I told her.  She nodded
vaguely.  "What do you do for birth control?" I asked.

        "I'm on The Pill," she replied.

        Problem solved! I thought.  No worries about pregnancy.  She's going to
be a nice fuck.  "See you next week," I said as I let myself out the door.

        As I drove home, I relived the whole evening in my mind.  I had thought
about staying, to fuck her or come in her mouth again.  But no, I had a better I
idea.  I would go home and fuck my wife.  And I did.


                                Chapter 'C'

        The week between our bargain and our first date, Angela had skipped my
Calculus class.  These were the first days she had missed all semester.  Of
course, I hadn't been surprised at her absence, because there was no point for
her to sit through class after the deal we had made.  So, the first class after
our date, I was surprised to see her sitting in the front row again.  I noticed
that she paid attention during my lecture, but she didn't take notes.

        After class, I returned to my office, and Angela appeared at my door a
few minutes later.

        "Hello, Angela," I said.  "Come in!"  She stepped in, and closed the
door behind her.  "I was surprised to see you in class today."

        "Oh, yeah," she replied, "I thought I ought to come so none of the other
kids would start wondering why I disappeared all of a sudden."

        "Good thinking," I responded.  I looked her over.  She was wearing a
tight shirt that clung to her body, with a burst of glitter across her bust. 
The shirt ended just short of her waist, revealing an inch of bare abdomen above
jeans that fit snugly to her hips and legs.  She was wearing the same sandals,
toenail polish, and ponytail as the night of our encounter.  The clothes, and
the cheerful, mischievous look in her eyes, presented an altogether different
visage than she had during the previous weeks of the semester.

        "My, Angela, you look different today!" I exclaimed.

        "I finally got my new contacts," she said.  "Now I don't have to wear my
old glasses anymore!"

        "Great," I said, "but I don't believe that's the only thing that's
changed!"

        "Oh Professor, it's such a relief not to have Calculus hanging over me
all the time!" she said.  "And," she added after a slight pause, "I was worried
about our date, but that went great, so now I'm just happy!"

        "Good," I replied, "I'm glad you enjoyed it.  It went great for me too." 
I started to worry a little that she might be getting mushy on me.  "But
remember Angela, we still have two more to go."

        "Oh, I know," she beamed back.  "That's why I stopped by.  What would
you like me to wear next Wednesday?"

        Well, she's looking forward to fucking me, I realized.  That could be
fun, but I'll have to make sure she doesn't get carried away.  "Do you have a
pleated skirt, something short, but loose?" I asked.  She nodded.  "Good," I
continued, "I want you to wear that with sheer black stockings, the kind for
individual legs, not pantyhose."

        "Okay, I can buy some of those," she said.

        "And some close-toed shoes with heels," I said.

        "I've got some black pumps," she replied.

        "Good.  You pick what to wear on top," I said.  "Something tight, that
shows off your tits."

        She nodded, smiling.  I stood looking at her, letting the silence signal
her to conclude.  She started to turn toward the door, then stopped, and asked,
"Is there always so much?"

        "So much what?" I responded, not following this turn in the
conversation.

        "So much cum?" she said with a giggle.

        "Oh!" I said with a smile, "You got my rocks off real good!"

        She laughed and said, "I thought I was going to drown!"

        "Have you ever had a man come in your mouth before?" I asked.

        "Yeah," she said, "but never that much!"

        "Do you like the taste of cum?" I asked.  I had heard some women do, but
I had yet to encounter any.

        "No," she said, wrinkling her face a little.  "I don't really like it,
but I think it's kind of cool, making you come.  I don't know, it just makes me
feel kind of -- sexy," she finished.

        "What about swallowing it?" I asked.

        She shrugged.  "It's got to go somewhere, and that doesn't leave any
mess.  Swallowing it doesn't gross me out too much."

        "I have a question for you," I rejoined.  "Do you always cry out that
loud when you come?" I asked.

        Angela blushed and looked down.  "No.  I can only remember being loud
that one other time, in my old boyfriend's dorm room."  After a pause, she
added, "Most of the time I don't come at all."

        "Oh!  Well, I'm glad it was so good for you," I responded, a little
surprised.  "Given the circumstances, I think you're one of the hottest girls
I've ever had," I said.  "You weren't difficult to arouse at all.  The fault
must lie with your old lovers, not you."

        She blushed even deeper, but looked up and nodded.  "Yeah, a lot of the
time, they were just in a hurry to come themselves.  They never did much to help
me get off, and most of the time, they came before I was ready."

        "Okay Angela," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder, and turning
slightly to the door.  "I'll make sure you come next Wednesday.  Just remember,
I'm coming over to fuck you, not make love to you.  If you want to rejuvenate
your sex life, you need to get a new boyfriend."

        She looked into my eyes, and kissed me.  It was a tender, searching
kiss, and I only lingered with it for a moment before pulling away.  I squeezed
her shoulder with my hand and said, "See you on Wednesday."


        I looked forward to the next encounter with a palpable throb every time
I thought about it.  I was jumpy with excitement when I arrived Wednesday
evening.  Angela opened the door on the first knock.  It was barely shut behind
me when she rushed forward, threw her arms around my neck, and gave me an
enthusiastic kiss.  I could fuck her on the floor right now, I thought to
myself.  Her kiss was open-mouthed, with her lips massaging mine, her tongue
teasing my tongue.  I put my hands on her back under her shoulder blades, and
felt the downy softness of Cashmere.  Somewhat reluctantly, I broke off the kiss
so I could step back to look at her.

        She was very pretty tonight.  She wore a deep blue Cashmere sweater with
a V-neck.  The "V" didn't cut low enough to show any cleavage, but it did
highlight her neck and throat nicely.  The sweater clung tightly to her breasts
and waist.  Below, she wore a plaid pleated skirt that ended at mid-thigh.  Her
legs, clad in sheer black nylons, tapered down from under the flair of her skirt
all the way to her feet, which were perched in shiny black pumps with a narrow 2
inch heel.  Raising my gaze back up her body to her face, I noticed she was
wearing a little eye makeup.  Angela was sporting the ponytail again, which
pulled the hair back from her face and further accentuated her eyes.

        "Angela, you are truly beautiful tonight!" I complimented her.  "I'm
going to enjoy ravishing you!" I said with a broad smile.  She beamed back, and
our eyes locked for a long moment, our mutual desire almost pulling us together
like a pair of magnets.  I broke the gaze, looked over her shoulder, and noticed
two cold screwdrivers awaiting us on the table behind her.  "Let's have a
drink!" I said, breaking the momentary silence.

        While we stood sipping our first drinks, I asked her to explain her
transformation from the shy, frumpy girl I had known only two weeks before.

        She found college classes to be much harder than high school, she said. 
She had struggled last year, and this year Calculus was killing her.  She was
also depressed after breaking up with her boyfriend some months before.  She
felt trapped by her classes, and she had no time for her appearance, parties, or
dating.  No boys had showed any interest lately, and she had little time to
spend with her girlfriends either.  Just when she had been at her wit's end, we
made our deal.  Not only did that unburden her of Calculus, she said, but she
liked turning me on, and felt desirable for the first time in months.  She was
relieved that she had enjoyed our first date, and happy she'd been able to come. 
Now that she was free of Calculus, she would have more time to salvage her
grades in her other classes, and maybe start having some fun again too.

        "When did you first think about fucking me?" I asked.

        "Well, you were always so kind and patient with me," she replied.  "And
I thought you were handsome in the first lecture," she added coyly.  "So I guess
I fantasized about doing it with you to escape all my problems," she continued,
"and then I realized, what do I have to lose?  It took me a couple of days to
get my nerve up, but I hoped that if you shot me down, you'd be nice about it. 
Anyway, it's all worked out!" she finished, smiling up at me again.

        "I'm glad," I replied, "but don't forget, tonight your job is to turn me
on, and do exactly what I say."

        "I know," she responded cheerfully.  We put down our empty drinks and
embraced again, pressing our bodies together in a passionate kiss.  I relished
the feel of her breasts, abdomen, and thighs pushing into mine while our mouths
locked together in a long French kiss.

        While we had been chatting, I kept stealing glances at her tits.  From
the slight sag in the shapes under her tightly molded sweater, and the free way
they swayed when she walked or reached, I suspected Angela wasn't wearing any
bra.  Something about not knowing whether a woman is wearing a bra or not always
captivates me.  I feel compelled to look more closely for the lines of a bra
strap or the projection of an unbridled nipple.  I thought I could see nipple
points a couple of times, but I wasn't sure.  I also recalled feeling no straps
on her back when she kissed me at the door.  While we were kissing again, I
rubbed my hands all over her back, vainly searching for any bra straps.

        When we broke the kiss, I looked down and said, "Angela, you're not
wearing any bra tonight!"  She shook her head curtly, and smiled slyly.  I said,
"Turn around and put your hands on your head."  She did, and I reached around
from behind her with both hands and squeezed her bare tits through the sumptuous
softness of the sweater.  While I kneaded and groped her breasts, I nuzzled her
neck.  I kissed up and down her neck and along her exposed shoulders.  She
relaxed and slumped back against me, enjoying her fondling.

        My right hand let go of one tit and ran down to the hem of her skirt. 
With my left hand, I tried to massage both boobs at once.  I ran my hand up the
back of her thigh, coming up under her skirt.  My fingers caressed up her
smooth, satiny stocking.  They reached the top band of the stocking, and then
the bare skin of her uppermost thigh.  She wasn't wearing pantyhose!  Reaching
yet higher, I felt her ass cheek.  It was bare.

        "Naughty, naughty," I scolded playfully.  "Angie's not wearing any
panties either!"  She giggled.  Under her skirt, I grabbed a buttock and
squeezed it, then started rubbing my hand all over her bare butt.  We stood in
the middle of her apartment for several minutes while I luxuriously felt her
tits through her sweater with one hand, and her bare ass under her skirt with
the other, all the while kissing and nibbling at her neck.  We were both aroused
and breathing heavily by this point.

        I decided it was time for a fantasy interlude.  I let go of her, and lay
down on the carpeted floor in the middle of the room, looking up at the ceiling. 
"Walk over and stand above me," I commanded.  Angela stepped over and stood with
a high-heeled shoe on either side of my head.  I gazed up between the black-
stockinged bulges of her calves and the swell of her thighs above the top bands
of the stockings, where they merged into her buttocks.  "Stand with your legs
farther apart," I said, and she opened her stance, revealing her bare crotch
straight above me.  I get a naughty thrill when I try to peek up a woman's
skirt, especially if she is wearing nylon stockings, and most especially if she
isn't wearing panties.  "Pull up your skirt, it's too dark," I said.  Angela
raised the hem of her skirt up to her crotch, and I lay gazing up at the fuzzy
folds of her cunt for almost a minute, just enjoying the view.

        "Squat over my face," I commanded.  She bent her knees, and the nylons
stretched even tighter over her thighs as she brought her pussy down to my face. 
I caressed her legs, running my hands up and down her tight, smooth stockings. 
She hovered just above my nose, and I smelled the faint musky aroma of her
aroused twat.  "Lower!" I ordered, and she nestled the divide between her outer
pussy lips onto my mouth.  I licked and sucked on her inner labia, and probed
her vagina with my tongue.  She was well lubricated already, ready to fuck
whenever I wanted.

        Despite her awkward position, my mouth was arousing Angela.  I adjusted
the angle of her body a little so my lips could reach up higher into the cleft
to kiss and suck her clit.  She started rocking a little while I sucked it, and
I could feel her getting hotter and hotter.

        At this point, my cock demanded some simulation.  We got up off the
floor, and I peeled her sweater up over the twin domes of her breasts and
dropped it onto the floor.  Her nipples were puffy from all the stimulation I
had given them earlier.  The pair of them pointed out at me, inviting me to
suckle them, but I decided to postpone that, because I had something even more
fun in mind.

        I fixed Angela another stiff drink, and made her drain it quickly.  Then
I laid her on the bed, face up and sideways, so her ponytail hung down over the
floor.  I supported her neck and shoulders with a pillow tucked along the edge
of the bed.  She had taken off her shoes, and her stocking-clad feet dangled out
over the far side of the bed.  She looked at me upside-down, her head lolled
back.  I let her wonder what was to come next while I undressed completely.

        My cock was slightly engorged, and I wanted to put it somewhere warm and
wet immediately!  I stepped up to her face, and dangled my semi-flaccid prick
over her mouth.  "Suck!" I commanded, as I presented the head of my dick to her
lips.  While Angela brought my member to life, I looked down over her body,
sprawled across the bed.  She was naked from the waist up, but still had on her
skirt and stockings.  "Pull up your skirt so I can see your pussy," I ordered. 
She drew the skirt into a bunch at her waist, revealing the triangular patch of
pubic hair between her legs.  Soon, soon, I thought to myself.

        Angela had been twirling her tongue around the head of my dick in
addition to sucking it.  Now I had a full hardon.  I popped it out of her mouth
and stepped closer to the bed.  My cock jutted up in the air, but now my balls
hung right over her mouth.  "Lick my balls," I said.  I felt the wet strokes of
her tongue tracing around one testicle, then the other.  I bent my knees
slightly to lower my scrotum toward her.  "Very gently," I said, "suck one of my
balls."  I felt her lips climbing around one of my nuts, enveloping it.  Softly,
she sucked one ball and massaged it with her tongue.  "Put both balls in and
suck them," I told her.  Her mouth stretched open farther, and her lips and
tongue gently caught my other ball, and sucked it in too.  She rolled the balls
around inside of her mouth while suckling them.  I reach down and stroked my own
shaft in synchrony with the rhythmic squeezes she applied to my whole scrotum. 
Finally, I told her to spit out my balls; they popped out one after the other.

        I stepped away from the bed and turned around, presenting my buttocks to
her face.  "Spread my cheeks, and lick my asshole," I commanded her.  "Don't
worry, I'm clean," I continued.  "I took a shower at the gym right before I came
over tonight."  Angela's hands grabbed my butt and parted my cheeks.  She pulled
me closer, and I felt the trace of her tongue up the little ridge behind my
scrotum, then around my anus.  She circled her tongue gently for a while, and I
told her to lick harder.  She probed all the small wrinkles and ridges of my
anus.  "Stick your tongue up my ass," I ordered.  I felt the point of her tongue
find the center of my asshole, then push itself in.  "Fuck my asshole with your
tongue," I said.  She complied, poking her tongue in and out of my asshole.

        I turned around to face her again, ready for the next phase.  Putting my
dick back in her mouth, I told her, "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, Angela. 
I don't want you to gag, so I'm going to go slow, and keep my strokes shallow. 
I want you to hold my hands, and squeeze them if I go too deep, and you start to
gag."  Standing over her with my prick in her mouth, I couldn't see her
reaction, and there was nothing she could say.  I clasped her offered hands, and
started rocking my hips slightly, sliding my staff in and out of her mouth. 
"Suck harder!" I ordered, and her mouth tightened.

        If a woman could suppress her gag reflex at all, this ought to be the
best position I could think of for a deep-throat.  Both my cock and her
esophagus were straight horizontal, so there were no bends to negotiate.  With
her head tilted back so far, my prick should miss most of the back of her upper
palate, which is the first place to trigger a gag.  In my dreams, I hoped to
push my cock all the way into her throat, but I expected it would take almost
any girl some practice before she could do that comfortably.

        Even my short strokes felt good!  Initially, Angela's hands had been
tense, but I hadn't gagged her yet, so she started to relax.  After a minute, I
increased the depth of my strokes slightly.  I thought maybe she should distract
herself a little, so I told her to rub her clit with one hand.  After a while,
we settled into a rhythm, with my cock and her hand stroking synchronously.  I
kept sliding longer and longer strokes past her lips without any signal from her
to desist.  I could feel the head of my dick pushing beyond the back of her
tongue, touching her throat.  Suddenly her hand squeezed mine hard.  I pulled my
cock completely out of her mouth, to give her a break and a chance to speak.

        "Are you okay?" I asked.

        Angela sat up on the bed, and coughing and sputtering for a few seconds. 
"Yeah," she said, "but that last one went in too far.  This worked pretty well
though.  If we practice it more, I bet I could get you even deeper, maybe all
the way!"

        "Does it feel good for you?" I asked.

        "Well that last drink really hit me right after I lay down," she
responded.  "It relaxed me.  Your cock feels really big and swollen, and I like
it sliding back and forth in my mouth.  If I don't gag, it's fun," she
concluded.

        "Well you were a very good sport, Angie," I said.  "I don't want to come
that way now, so let's quit."

        I had her lie on her back again, with her pelvis toward me.  I helped
arrange the back of her skirt under her bare buttocks, about 6 inches from the
edge of the bed.  Then I made her pull her legs up so her bent knees pointed
straight up, and the soles of her feet were flat on the bed.  Her heels were
tight against her buttocks, and her stockinged toes just dangled off the edge. 
The top of her skirt lay rumpled on her upper thighs.  Angela's legs, encased in
the sheer black nylons, framed her naked pussy.  I pulled over a chair, and sat
facing her spread legs.  I was looking at a classic beaver shot:  her legs wide
open to expose her cunt, bare under the loose skirt.

        "From the way you've been acting tonight," I started, "I think you've
been looking forward to fucking me, haven't you, Angela?"

        "Yeah!" she agreed.

        "You've been thinking about it all week, haven't you?" I continued.

        "Yeah," she said again.

        "I bet you've been masturbating about it, fantasizing about what my cock
is going to feel like!" I said.

        After a slight hesitation, Angela admitted, "Yeah."

        "Show me how you masturbate," I commanded.  "Rub your pussy for me!"

        "Aren't you going to fuck me now?" she asked in frustration.

        "Soon," I said.  "The sooner you masturbate for me, the sooner I'll fuck
you."

        "Okay," she sighed.  Angela reached both hands between the 'V' of her
legs.  She split her outer labia and held them open with her left hand, while
she began rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her right.  I watched closely
as she rolled her clit around and around in small circles.  After a few moments,
she started rubbing her fingers straight up and down over her clit and the
glistening pink flesh underneath it.

        "Stick your fingers up your cunt!" I commanded.

        Angela started rubbing the opening to her vagina with one fingertip, and
then stuck her finger in to the first knuckle.  After stroking the first finger
in and out a few times, she inserted a second finger.  She began to fuck herself
with the two fingers.  At first, she was only pushing them in to the first
knuckle, but then she began to go deeper and faster.  She moved her left hand
out of the way, grasping her left thigh to pull her legs farther apart.  The
palm of her right hand was vigorously stroking her clit while her fingers
plunged in and out of her vagina.  Angela rocked her hips in rhythm with her
hand, growing more and more excited.

        I began talking dirty to her, telling her how inviting her cunt looked,
how hard my prick was, how I was going to shoot a big load of cum inside her. 
"You look so hot, Angela," I whispered to her, "my cock is swollen extra big! 
It's go'na stretch you wide open when I jam it up your cunt!"  This talk incited
her to rub herself even faster.

        I sat jacking my cock with my hand, watching her riveting show.  I
listened to the little breathy moans she made, judging the state of her
excitement, and waiting for my moment.  Suddenly, I jumped up off the chair, and
grabbed her ankles.  Unfolding her legs, and put one stockinged foot on each of
my shoulders.  I pulled her hips toward me, and pointed my cock into her cunt. 
She was startled when I first interrupted her masturbation, but she immediately
realized that I was finally going to fuck her.  Her hand grasped my prick and
aimed it into her vagina.  I pressed forward and slid all the way into her in
one thrust.

        She was very tight, but so aroused and slippery that I penetrated
smoothly.  I had timed it perfectly.  As soon as my abdomen and groin pressed
against her thighs and buttocks, Angela's began to come.  She moaned loudly and
writhed.  Her vagina clamped down on my cock in spasmodic waves.  I just held my
dick still, buried in her cunt, savoring the feel of her orgasm.

        I intended to give Angela a long, hard fucking.  My fingers had felt the
strength of her climax the week before.  I worried that her orgasm could make me
come much more quickly than I wanted, so I decided to make her come first.  I
figured it should take her a while to recover from the first orgasm, which would
allow me to ride her a long time before I came.

        Angela's vaginal contractions weakened.  Her flushed breasts heaved as
her breathing slowed.  She looked up at me though glassy eyes.  "Was that good
for you?" I asked.

        "Yeah," she responded faintly.  "Did you come too?"

        "No," I replied.  "We're just getting started.  I'm going to fuck the
daylights out of you!"

        I leaned over, reaching my arms around her legs, and rested a hand on
each tit.  I started pumping my hips back and forth, thrusting my dick in and
out in long, slow strokes.  Since her orgasm was spent, her vagina was just a
tight, slick tube.  I was in control, able to enjoy the warm pleasure bathing my
prick, without succumbing to my own orgasm too quickly.

        I only fucked her on the side of the bed for a few minutes.  Then I
pulled out of her, took her feet off my shoulders, and helped her stand up.  I
turned her around, facing the bed in front of me.  "Lean over," I commanded, and
she bent at the hips, putting her hands on the bed.  I flipped up the rear of
her skirt, exposing her naked buttocks.  Her cunt hung pouting under the crack
of her ass.  The dark nylons clung tightly to her legs, tapering down from the
top bands around her upper thighs to her feet.  I nudged her feet farther apart,
giving my jutting prick easy access to her cunt from behind.  I aimed my dick
between the moist pink folds, and pushed it in.  Grasping her by the hips, I
fucked her from behind.  Angela's tits hung swaying from her chest while I
banged her.  After the first few minutes of penetration, her vagina had loosened
up a little.  I was able to thrust in and out of her love tunnel without being
driven too close to orgasm.

        I pulled out of her cunt again, and undid the clasp of her skirt.  It
slid down her legs to the floor, and she stepped out of it.  I turned her around
to face me.  "Put your arms around my neck, and hang on!" I commanded.  Reaching
behind her, I grabbed her butt cheeks, and pulled her tight against me.  "Put
your legs up around my hips," I ordered, and she climbed onto me.  Her silky
stockings glided up around my bare butt as her legs squeezed my hips tight. 
Once I was supporting her whole weight, I let go of one of her buttocks, and
reached under her to point my cock into her pussy.  The head of my dick rooted
around for the soft spot, found it, and she sank down slightly, impaling herself
on my prick.  Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply.  My tongue roamed around
inside her mouth while my cock surged inside her cunt.  Angela hung on tightly
with her arms and legs, pressing her breasts into my chest.  I squeezed her
buttocks in my hands, trying to fuck her by lifting her body up and down.

        It was hard to support her weight, balance, and fuck.  In small,
waddling steps, I walked us over to a wall, and pinned Angela's back against it. 
The wall relieved some of her weight, and allowed me to thrust hard without
jeopardizing our balance.  I jabbed my prick repeatedly up into her cunt.  We
kissed ferociously, mashing our lips together and sucking each other's tongue. 
Our mutual excitement grew, and I felt Angela's cunt tighten as she became
aroused again.

        "Let's finish on the bed!" I said.  I popped out of her, and she climbed
down off my hips.  Then she lay on her back, and I sprawled on top of her.  The
hyper-sensitized skin of my chest and thighs pressed into her hot breasts and
thighs.  I shoved my prick into her eager cunt again, and started humping her
hard.  She rocked her hips to meet my thrusts.  We lay cheek to cheek, panting
in each other's ear.  Small quivers started in Angela's body.  Her vagina began
squeezing my cock tighter.  I picked up my pace, pounding my dick into her hole
as fast and hard as I could.  She better come soon, I thought to myself, because
I can't hold back any longer!  Then I felt her whole body go rigid as she
started her second orgasm.  She pulled her legs up, allowing me to penetrate
even deeper, and triggered my own climax.  "Ah! Oh! Uh!" we gasped together in a
loud chorus.

        When a woman comes, her vagina extends, forming a receptacle for the
semen near her cervix.  At the same time, the walls of her vagina squeeze the
man's penis rhythmically.  This is designed to spur ejaculation, and contain the
ejaculate inside her.  Angela's cunt did these things instinctively, and it
milked spurt after spurt of my jism deep into her.

        After our orgasms, we just lay together for several minutes.  I was too
drained even to pull my soggy limp dick out of her cunt.  Finally, we both
recovered a bit, and looked into each other's eyes.  Although she was flushed
and exhausted, they twinkled with pleasure.  "That was a nice fuck!" I exclaimed
softly.

        "Yeah, wow!" she whispered back.  We gazed at each other for a moment,
and started giggling.  In our post-coital bliss, it almost seemed like a dream
already.  Then Angela stopped laughing, and exclaimed "That was my best sex
ever!"

        "I can't remember any better myself," I responded, but in the back of my
mind, I started to worry that Angela might mistake great sex for love.  I had a
grand time fucking her, but I didn't want to get involved with her emotionally. 
I decided that I should break the mood before we got too mushy, so I returned to
business.

        Getting off the bed, I walked over to her dresser.  "What drawer do you
keep your panties in?" I asked.

        "What?" Angela responded to my unexpected question.  "Oh, the top
drawer.  Why?"

        I opened the drawer, and selected some lavender briefs.  They were
clean, and looked almost new.  I tossed them to her on the bed.

        "Put these on," I commanded.  "I want you to wear them until you meet me
in the morning," I continued.  "Don't take them off until then."

        "Why?" she asked as she was sliding them up her legs.

        I waited until she pulled the panties all the way up.  "I want you to
come by my office tomorrow at 8:30," I continued, evading a direct answer to her
question.

        "Why so early?" she groaned.  "My first class isn't until 11:00," she
complained.

        "Well, after you come to my office you can go back to bed," I responded.

        I looked down at my soft cock.  It was sticky with our love juices.  A
white ring of mucus and jism circled the shaft half way up.  "I can't go home
looking like this," I said, indicating my genitals.  "Come over here and clean
me up!" I ordered her.

        Angela was a little taken aback by my request.  She gauged the firm look
on my face, and came over to me.  Sensing what I wanted, she knelt in front of
me.  She took my shriveled dick in her hand, and started licking it clean.  I
put my hands on my hips and watched, pointing out areas that needed more work. 
I made her lick my balls, and a couple of sticky patches on my groins too.

        When I was satisfied that Angela's mouth had removed all incriminating
evidence of our lovemaking, I got dressed and left.  "Don't take those panties
off before I see you!" I reminded her as I was leaving.

        It was a good thing I made Angela clean me so thoroughly.  My wife
surprised me when I got home.  She seldom initiates sex anymore, but that night
she was feeling randy.  She wanted to fuck, and I was happy to oblige her.  I
took me a long time to come, but she didn't seem to mind.  I was just happy that
she didn't seem to have any suspicions about my trysts with Angela.


        Thursday morning I was in my office at 8:30, when I heard a knock on my
door.  "Who is it?" I asked.

        "Angela," came the reply.

        "Just a minute," I said.  I telephoned my secretary with a brief
request, and then opened the door for Angela.  She entered, and I shut the door
behind her.  She looked tired and slightly disheveled.  She was wearing a baggy
sweatshirt, old jeans, and sneakers.  "How are you feeling?" I asked.

        "I'm tired because you made me get up so early!  I almost overslept, so
I didn't get a chance to clean up.  And I need to pee!" she complained.  Then,
realizing how bitchy she sounded, she added, "But, I had a great time last
night!"

        "Me too," I responded.  "Did you wear the panties all night?" I asked.

        "Yeah, I've still got them on," she replied.  "I fell asleep right after
you left.  This morning, I just threw on these clothes, and rushed right over."

        "Good, take them off and give them to me," I said.

        "Right here?" Angela asked, a note of concern in her voice.  "What if
somebody comes by?"

        "Well, if you hurry, there won't be as much chance of that," I said.

        With a nervous look at me, Angela kicked off her shoes, and pulled down
her jeans.  She was still wearing the black stockings from last night.  She sat
to get the jeans off her feet.  Then, glancing at the door, she pulled down her
panties.  I was amused to see that they stuck to her crotch, and she had to peel
them off.  She sat again, pulled her feet out of them, and handed them to me.

        I looked at the crotch.  A large, irregular stain covered half the area
between the leg holes.  Inside the stained area, there were little white crumbs
and tiny hardened globs.  I put the crotch to my nose and sniffed.  I detected
the faint musky odor of Angela's cunt, and a trace of jism.  I showed her the
panties.

        "Women have told me a man's cum leaks out into their panties, and I
wanted to see for myself," I explained.  "I also wanted to see if I made as big
a mess in your cunt last night as I made in your mouth last week."

        Angela's reaction was interrupted by a knock at my door.  "Just a
minute!" I called at the door.  "Quick," I whispered, "get down behind my desk!" 
Angela, who was bottomless, grabbed her jeans as she scuttled around to hide.  I
almost laughed while I watched her naked butt disappear behind the desk.  I slid
her sneakers behind the door with my foot, and stuffed her panties in my pocket. 
When I opened the door, my secretary came in, carrying the copies I had just
asked her to bring me.  "Thanks, I'll need these for my 9:00 class," I told her
as I took the papers from her.  I chatted with her for a couple of minutes,
letting Angela cower silently behind the desk.  Finally, the secretary left,
closing the door behind her.

        Angela crawled out from behind my desk, looking furtive and embarrassed. 
I thought about bending her over my desk and fucking her, but I was sated from
my escapades with her and my wife the night before.  "Put on your pants and go
back to bed," I told her.  "I'm going to keep your panties as a souvenir." 
Angela pulled on her pants and shoes, glancing nervously at the door several
times.  As she let herself out, I called to her, "See you next Wednesday!"


                                Chapter 'A'

        As I expected, Angela paid me a visit the day before our third date. 
She seemed to have retreated into her former persona a bit.  Her clothes were
nondescript, and she acted shy and nervous again.

        "Hello Angela," I greeted her.  "What brings you here today?"

        "Hi," she said as she closed my office door.  "I wanted to know about
tomorrow night."

        "Yes?" I asked blandly, letting her carry the conversation.

        "What do you want me to wear?" she asked, choosing an easy starting
point.

        "Do you have some short white socks?" I asked.  She nodded.  "Just wear
those," I said.

        She looked, waiting for me to continue.  When I didn't, she asked, "What
else?"

        "Nothing else," I said.

        Angela's eyes widened.  "You want me to be naked except for some socks?"
she asked incredulously.

        "That's right," I smiled.  An awkward silence followed, and I waited for
her to break it.

        Finally, she asked, "Are you really going to do it in my butt?"

        "That is our deal," I stated firmly.  "Have you ever been fucked in the
ass before?"

        "No," she said meekly.  "Is it going to hurt?"

        "I will do my best to make sure I don't hurt you Angela," I said
reassuringly.  "I can't promise you will always feel comfortable, but I'll take
it nice and slow, to make it as easy for you as I can."

        She looked somewhat relieved, but I could tell I hadn't put her concerns
to rest.  "Isn't it going to be dirty back there?" she asked, a little
embarrassed.

        "Take a shower, and clean yourself as best you can before I come over,"
I instructed.  "I'll help you take care of the rest when I get there."

        Angela still looked worried about our next encounter.  That was fine
with me, but I thought I should try to cheer her up a bit.  "Some women like it
in the ass," I said.  "I've even heard that women can learn to come that way. 
You'd probably try it sometime in your life anyway, so just think of it as a
sexual adventure."

        "I'll try," she said faintly.

        "See you tomorrow night," I called as she left.


        The third date was my most audacious demand of Angela.  When she had
propositioned me in my office three weeks before, I only had a few seconds to
decide how far to ask her to go.  I thought that fucking her ass might be too
far, but I reckoned that I had nothing to lose.  I have only screwed a woman in
the ass a few times, and my last had been years ago.  Like many guys, I
fantasize about the feeling of domination, and the tight grip of an asshole
around my cock.  This was a unique opportunity for me, and I went for it.  When
Angela agreed to let me come in her ass, my heart leapt in my chest from
excitement.  Of our three dates, this was by far the evening I awaited the most
eagerly.

        I deliberately arrived about ten minutes late.  By making her wait for
me, I let her anxious anticipation build up a little.  When I did knock on her
door, she didn't open it.  Instead, she called, "Who is it?"

        "The Big, Bad Wolf," I called back through the door.

        She opened it a crack, and peered out to check that it was I.  After she
allowed me to slip through, she promptly locked it behind me.  I was not greeted
by a big hug and kiss this time.  Angela stood by the door, naked except for
white socks, looking bashful and nervous.

        I eyed her body, pausing at her breasts and pubis.  Even though I had
fucked her the week before, tonight she seemed embarrassed while I inspected her
nudity.  "Angela, you look sexy with or without clothes," I told her.

        "Thanks," she replied weakly.

        I walked over to the drinks she had ready on the table.  After a sip, I
asked, "Do you smoke pot?"

        She glanced up sharply, and said, "Yeah, sometimes."

        I fired up a joint, took a deep toke, and handed it to her.  She took a
small toke and coughed.  I handed her a drink, and told her to smoke some more
while I prepared a few things in the kitchen.  "What things?" she asked, looking
at the bag I brought.

        "You'll see," I answered.

        I chatted with her around the kitchen doorway while I ran some hot water
in the sink.  "I know you're nervous about doing it in your ass," I said.  "But
I'll be gentle, and we'll take it real slow.  It will be much easier and more
enjoyable for both of us if you relax and trust me."

        I brought the bag back out of the kitchen, and fetched some towels from
her bathroom.  "Did you catch a buzz?" I asked as I spread two towels out on her
coffee table.

        "Yeah, this is good stuff," she said, a little absently.

        I was high off my first toke.  I was also bursting with excitement to
get started.  "Climb up on the coffee table on your hands and knees," I ordered
her.  Angela looked alarmed.  "Don't worry, we're not going to do it 'til we get
warmed up," I tried to reassure her.

        Angela mounted the coffee table, with her knees on the corners, and her
little white socks jutting out in the air.  I love looking at a woman in her
position.  Her buttocks bulged round and smooth atop the inverted 'V' of her
thighs.  Her knees were spread to the corners of the table, exposing the cleft
between her butt cheeks.  Her circular, puckered asshole stared out from the
valley of her buttocks.  Her anus was hairless, and surrounded by slightly
darker skin than the rest of her butt.  Below it, her vulva protruded between
her legs.  The inner pussy lips peeked through her fat outer labia.

        I walked up behind her, and started massaging her back.  I worked from
the small of her back up to her shoulders.  As I kneaded her tense muscles, she
said, "That feels good!"

        I started massaging her buttocks; then I squeezed the backs of her
thighs.  After running my fingertips lightly around her cunt, I grasped her
pubic mound in one hand, and started feeling up her pussy.  Rubbing and probing
the folds of a cunt from behind is one of my favorite things to do.  Angela's
cunt liked it too, because she started to get wet.  I poked a finger deep up her
vagina, and twisted it all around inside.  She rocked her hips a little, so I
stuck in a second finger.  My fingers stroked in and out of her cunt until they
were coated with her mucus.

        Then I traced my wet finger around her anus.  Gently, I poked her little
ring of muscle, working my fingertip into the depression in the center. 
Gradually, I pushed the finger in to the first knuckle.  "How does that feel?" I
asked.

        "Okay," she said cautiously.

        I hooked the tip of my finger inside her asshole, and gently stretched
her outer sphincter.  After a while, I had my finger in to the second knuckle. 
I finger-fucked her ass for a while, getting her used to penetration the size of
my finger.

        I love to eat pussy from behind, and at this point, I couldn't resist. 
Kneeling down behind her, I put my mouth to her cunt.  Long, deep strokes of my
tongue glided through her slit, tickling her labia.  Even without my saliva,
Angela was already slick with her own secretions.  The aroma from her aroused
cunt was heady.  I grabbed her buttocks, and thrust my tongue as deep into her
vagina as it could go.  I licked it around and around.  After this, I started
sucking her inner pussy lips into my mouth.  I pushed my chin between her
thighs, trying to get my mouth far enough forward to suck in her clit.  Angela
arched her back down to help me, and I sucked it in.  I had almost her whole
pussy in my mouth.  Her body twitched when I stroked her clitoris with the tip
of my tongue.

        Disengaging my mouth from her pussy, I moved my tongue up to her
asshole.  I circled it with hard licks, and then probed into the hole with the
tip of my tongue.  Her sphincter was tight, but I forced my tongue in, and
tongue-fucked her anus.

        I broke off after a few moments.  Angela was clearly aroused.  "How did
you like that?" I inquired.

        "That was nice," she answered dreamily.  After smoking the pot, she
seemed to be thinking at about half speed.

        I reached for the bag I brought, and took out an enema bulb.  I had
filled it with a pint of warm, soapy water in the kitchen.  A thin, flexible
tube dangled from the screw-on cap on the top of the bulb.  I pushed this tube
up into Angela's rectum.

        Angela was still perched on her hands and knees on the coffee table. 
She couldn't see what I was doing behind her.  "What's that?" she asked.

        "I'm going to give you an enema," I announced.  "It will clean out your
bowels, and help dilate and lubricate you.  Have you ever had an enema before?"
I asked.

        "Not since I was a little girl," she replied.

        "I'm going to squirt some warm, soapy water into your butt," I told her. 
"It will make you feel full, and you'll have the urge to shit," I said.  "I want
you to hold it until I tell you; then I'll let you go use the toilet."

        I started squeezing the bulb.  Warm water surged into Angela's bowels. 
She gasped, and I stopped after I had pumped in half the bulb.  "Ohhh," Angela
moaned.

        "Hold tight!" I commanded, inspecting for drips around the little tube
poking through the bull's-eye of her asshole.  I watched her sphincter clench as
she complied.

        "How long do I have to hold it?" she groaned.

        Instead of replying, I squeezed the bulb again, forcing the rest of the
water up her ass.

        "Oh, no!" Angela wailed, "No more, please!"

        "That's all, if you're a good girl.  And I'm sure you want to be a good
girl, so I don't have to put in more, right?" I asked.

        "Yes, I'll be good!  No more please!" Angela pleaded.

        I pulled the enema tube out of her butt, and wiped up a little drip that
ran out of her asshole.  Then I walked around beside her.  At that moment, she
grimaced, and I guessed she was fighting a colon spasm.  I petted the hair
beside her face softly, and told her that she was going to be all right.  After
a few seconds, the tense look on her face passed.  She had retained all the
water, despite her brief intestinal cramp.

        I reached down and cupped one of her hanging breasts.  I hefted its
weight and squeezed it softly.  Her nipple poked into my palm.  By pinching and
pulling on the nipple, I stretched it so it hung below her tit like a miniature
utter.  Then, rolling my hand lightly under her dangling tit, I let point of her
nipple draw imaginary circles on my palm.

        Finishing with her breast, I unzipped my pants, and wrestled my stiff
prick out through the fly.  I pulled my balls out through the fly hole too.  My
pants bunched around my stiff cock and balls, holding my nuts tight against the
underside of my prick.  Angela turned her head sideways to watch.  My dick was
next to her mouth, and I commanded, "Suck it!"  She engulfed the swollen, purple
head of my cock in her mouth, and started sucking.  "Harder!" I ordered, and she
applied warm, pulsating suction to my knob.  While I let my penis enjoy her
mouth, I reflected back two weeks to the blowjob she had given me.  Recalling
the torrent of cum I had flooded into her mouth, I almost wanted to do that
again.  But no, I reminded myself, tonight I was going to come in a very
different orifice.

        I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and walked around behind her again. 
The end of my dick was red and swollen from her sucking, and wet with saliva. 
Stepping up between her spread legs, I announced, "I'm going to fuck you a
little now.  Remember, don't let any of that water out yet!"

        I inserted the engorged head of my cock between her labia, into the
entrance of her vagina.  Straining to hold the pint of water in her bowels, all
the muscles in her behind were taut.  I steadied my aim by grasping both her
hips, then I shoved my prick slowly into her tight little cunt.  "Ohhh!  Wait! 
Slow down!" cried Angela.  I stopped a couple of inches deep.  Her vagina
constricted even more as she struggled to control the muscles in her rear end. 
I began slow, shallow thrusts, reveling in the pressure she exerted all around
the end of my prick.

        Her hips started to relax as she got used to being fucked while
clenching her anus tight.  She started to pant softly, and rock her hips to meet
my thrusts.  I penetrated deeper, until I was in up to my balls.  "How does it
feel to have both your holes filled?" I asked.

        "Uh, Uh, Uh," was all she could reply while I fucked her.

        Fucking Angela's cunt felt fantastic, and it evoked the memory of the
week before, when I had pumped a gusher of jism deep in her vagina, and almost
fainted from the intensity of the orgasm.  I realized I wouldn't last long in
her ass.  It would be even tighter than her cunt, and I was already close to
coming just fucking that.  I decided I had to blow off a little steam.  If I am
careful, I can ejaculate without experiencing orgasm.  This relieves my urge to
climax, and allows me to continue fucking for a long time.  I can't do this
inside a woman, because the stimulation is too intense for me to control.  But
if I just pull out, I can release the gate at the base of my cock, and squirt
out a shot of jism.  After this, my cock stays hard, and I can plunge back in
and keep fucking.  Usually the woman doesn't even know, unless she feels the
spurt of cum I release.  It probably does diminish the intensity of my final
orgasm to shoot part of my load early, but I have never failed to come well at
the end.  I learned to do this when I was younger, and I needed to delay my
orgasm to give my partner time to come.  Since I have matured, I have seldom had
to use this trick, but I felt the need to do it then with Angela.

        I pulled my cock all the way out, until the head was just nestled in the
crease outside her vagina.  Winking the little sphincter gate near my prostate
gland, I felt a long pulse of semen travel up my urethra.  The little slit in
the end of my cock spit a glob of cum into the entrance of Angela's vagina.  I
quickly locked the gate to prevent a second surge of ejaculate.  Restraining my
incipient orgasm, I regained control just in time.  My throbbing urge to climax
subsided, and my dick stayed hard.  Mission accomplished!

        I looked down at Angela's behind.  Her asshole was puckered tight, the
dike holding back the flood.  Below that, my recent fucking had parted her
engorged labia.  The inside of her pussy was blood red and shiny with
secretions.  In the middle, the hole I had just pulled my cock out of was slowly
closing.  The white glob of my jism oozed there, forming a drip that started to
run down though the valley of her cunt.

        Angela interrupted this fascinating spectacle with a plaintive appeal,
"Can I go to the bathroom now, please?"

        "Just wait," I ordered.  I watched for over a minute, as the cum ran out
of her vagina, and a long drip grew like a white icicle down from her pussy
lips.  Finally, several large drops fell from between her legs onto the towel
spread on top of the coffee table.  I love cumshots in porno movies, and I had
just made one of the best I had ever watched.

        "Okay," I finally told Angela, "Go use the toilet.  Make sure you expel
all the water.  Then wipe yourself with a towel to clean up.  I want you
perfectly clean inside and out!"

        Angela hustled off the coffee table, and rushed into the bathroom,
slamming the door behind her.  I almost felt her relief as much as she did.

        Rude sounds emanated from the bathroom.  I heard a long, hard squirt of
water into the toilet, and several loud, spluttered farts.  While Angela was
preoccupied, I rearranged the couch.  I took up the right and middle seat
cushions, and stacked them on top of the left one.  Then I pulled the couch
several feet away from the wall.  Finally, I rolled up the towels from the
coffee table, and set them on the back of the couch.

        I heard the toilet flush.  While I waited for Angela to come out, I
undressed, heaping my clothes on the floor.  Just when I expected the door to
open, I heard water running in the toilet again.  Killing time, I made us both
new drinks.  I started to worry that Angela might be stalling before the toilet
flushed a second time.

        Finally, the bathroom door opened, and Angela emerged.  Still nude
except for her socks, she held herself erect and dignified.  She had banished
her meek countenance, and had a determined, almost defiant, look on her face. 
Catching my gaze, she said, "I'm ready!"

        "Good!" I replied, "Want another drink?"

        "Sure," she responded, taking the glass I offered.

        I noticed that we had only finished half the joint.  I lit it, and we
passed it back and forth until it was gone.  The alcohol and marijuana gave me a
flushed, soaring high.  I was sure Angela was pretty buzzed too.

        My cock had deflated after all the delay.  I sat on a chair and spread
my knees apart.  Gesturing for her to kneel before me, I said, "You have to get
me hard again."

        Angela knelt and put my flaccid prick in her mouth.  She slid her lips
down to my pubic hair, taking in the whole thing.  Sucking hard, her tongue
played along the underside of my lengthening shaft.  Her lips clung around the
base of my cock as it grew deeper and deeper into her mouth.  As the head of my
hardening prick crept in farther, she swallowed.  The muscles in her throat
caught the glans and gave it a tight, slippery squeeze.  I realized my cock was
now fully erect, and Angela had the end of it all the way into her throat.

        "Wow, Angela!" I exclaimed, "You swallowed my cock!"

        She swallowed again, and started to gag.  Pulling her mouth off my stiff
prick, she retched briefly.  Then she looked up at me, and said in a raspy
voice, "I never got one in that far before!"

        I brushed the hair beside her temple, and told her, "You're quite a
girl!"

        "Thanks," she said.  Then she looked at me, and asked, "Are you ready?"

        "Not quite," I replied.  "You need to grease me up!"

        I reached into the bag I brought, and pulled out a tube of surgical
jelly.  "Open your hand," I told her, and then I squirted a big glob of the
clear jelly onto her palm.  Closing her hand around my stiff phallus, she
liberally coated it with the lubricant.  Then she wiped off the excess jelly
from her hand onto her breast.

        As we stood up together, we both knew this was it.  No more
preliminaries.  Angela looked directly into my eyes, and said with surprising
confidence, "I'm going to trust you.  Don't hurt me."  Then she leaned up, and
put the exclamation point on her message with a firm kiss.

        I looked down at her and answered, "I won't."

        We walked around behind the couch.  I placed her groins against the back
edge, and bent her forward over the back so her chest rested on the stack of
three cushions.  I adjusted the roll of towels under her abdomen to bring her
ass up to just the right height.  Because her legs were spread like an 'A', she
had to stand on her toes in her little white socks.  "Spread your ass cheeks
open!" I commanded her.  With both hands, she grasped her buttocks and pulled
them wide apart.  Her red fingernails pressed into the flesh of her butt,
pointing toward her anus.  Angela's ass and box were pristine; her ablutions in
the bathroom had washed away the drizzle of semen I had adorned her cunt with.

        "Tell me what you want me to do!" I ordered her.

        Angela didn't hesitate.  "Go ahead," she urged me, "Stick your cock in
my ass.  Fuck my ass!"

        I wasted no more time.  My heart pounded with excitement as I pressed
the tip of my slippery dick against the center of her asshole.  I pushed
forward, squashing the head of my prick flat.  Her unyielding asshole wouldn't
let me in.  "Push back against me like you're trying to shit," I told Angela.  I
felt her asshole twitch as she worked her bowels.  Suddenly, her anus dilated
slightly, and the purple head of my prick poked in.

        Angela gasped.  I stopped, and massaged little circles on the small of
her back.  "Okay," she said in a strained whisper, "Just go slow!"

        I pushed again, forcing my cock to stretch her tight bowel open as it
probed forward.  Angela made faint moans as I penetrated her rectum with my
engorged prick.  Just over half way in, the head of my cock bumped into an
obstruction.  I recognized it as an inner sphincter, clenched shut.  "Push
again, Angie," I said, "like you're trying to shit me back out."  Again I felt
her internal muscles flex, trying to expel my intruding cock.  Then the inner
sphincter dilated just enough, and my dick plunged all the way in.

        My pubic hair was crushed against her buttocks.  Her outer ring of
muscle gripped the base of my cock, and her inner sphincter was choking its
head.  I felt a contraction ripple up my shaft.  I did it!  After three weeks of
almost constant expectation, I finally had my cock shoved all the way up
Angela's virgin ass!

        "Oh, God!" Angela exclaimed.  "Stop!  You're too big!"

        "Don't worry, I'm already all the way in," I told her.

        "Well just hold it!  Don't move yet!" she replied.

        Not a chance, I thought to myself.  I grabbed her hips with both hands,
and pulled my cock straight out.  Her anus winked shut as soon as the end of my
dick popped into the cool air.  Angela's rectum immediately contracted around
the sudden void, and she let out a sharp cry, "Oh no!"

        Her back heaved as she gulped in a couple of deep breaths.  I still had
her by the hips, and I thrust my pole back in.  Her ass was exquisitely tight. 
Although my prick had just been stuffed in a moment earlier, it had to stretch
her open all over again.  Angela let out another loud wail as I penetrated her,
gasping, "Wait! Wait! Wait!"

        In to the hilt, I paused for a moment, and then pulled it all the way
out again.  Angela just grunted this time.  It was slightly easier to plunge in
for the third time, and she only made a feeble complaint.  Finally, I started
fucking her ass with long, deliberate strokes.  With every inward thrust, she
emitted a soft groan.

        This was one of the high points of my sexual life.  I had a sexy young
girl bent over the couch on her tiptoes, with my fat, hard prick pumping in and
out of her tight, tight asshole.  I was high; I was in command; this was
exhilarating!  Certainly, I was glad I had dumped the shot of jism in her cunt,
because I never could have lasted long in her ass without taking that edge off.

        After I had fucked her for several minutes, I bent over, and pressed my
chest against her back.  I stopped screwing her, and just enjoyed the feel of my
stiff cock rammed up her ass.  Gently, I kissed her neck, her ear, and her
cheek.  Angela relaxed under me, and let my lips caress the soft skin on her
face.  After a deep breath, she sighed.

        I straightened up again, and pulled her torso up off the cushions to
keep her back tight against my chest.  Reaching around, I cupped both tits, and
started squeezing and kneading them.  I whispered in her ear, "How do you feel
now?"

        "Goooood," she moaned back softly.

        "Did I hurt you?" I asked, nibbling on her ear.

        "Yeah," she replied in a dreamy voice.

        "Did you like it?" I continued slyly, pinching her nipples between my
thumbs and forefingers.

        "Yeah," she replied again in a huskier tone.

        I smiled.  I had watched her carefully for signs of true pain.  Despite
her protestations while I pummeled her rear, I had judged correctly that her
discomfort and pleasure were sensuously intertwined.  I was gratified to know
that we were both enjoying this.

        Angela's cunt needed some stimulation.  Still inside her, I shuffled us
sideways to the back corner of the couch.  Angela straddled it so the corner
pressed up between her legs into her pubic mound.  She draped herself diagonally
over the stack of cushions again, and I resumed fucking her ass.  Now, each time
I thrust in, I shoved her pussy into the upholstery.  I banged her backside for
several minutes, wishing I had a second cock to cram into her cunt.

        After a while, I pulled her upright, and said, "Let's walk over to the
bed."  As we moved away from the couch, I noticed her cunt had left a wet spot
on the upholstery.  We walked together awkwardly, because my prick was still
imbedded in her ass.  Angela had to take mincing little steps on tiptoe, while I
had to waddle with my knees bent.  As she walked, her butt muscles flexed
alternately on either side of my cock.

        We stopped a couple of feet from the side of the bed.  "Step up on the
edge of the bed," I told her.  I stood behind her, with my arms wrapped tight
around her chest, pressing her breasts flat under my forearms.  She put one
little white-socked foot up on the bed, then the other.  Her feet only supported
a little of her weight, so my bear hug and my prick bore all the rest.  I
started to heave her body up and down, bouncing her ass straight up and down on
my prick.  Each time she descended, I jabbed my cock up to meet her.  This
vigorous fucking was fun, but I quickly tired and stopped.  Angela and I were
both panting heavily.

        I carried her forward, and let her body ease down onto the bed.  My
prick popped out of her ass for the first time in fifteen minutes.  When I had
withdrawn from her anus earlier, the hole had snapped shut.  Now, after my dick
had reamed her asshole almost a thousand times, it gaped open.  I had broken her
in.  My cock was scarlet and turgid, with veins bulging.  It was shiny with
lubricant, but clean.  The enema must have worked, because there wasn't a trace
of shit anywhere.

        "Did you come?" she asked between breaths.

        "Not yet!" I said as I applied another coating of surgical jelly to my
prick.  "Now I want you to fuck me with your ass, and make me come!"

        I lay down on the bed on my back, and beckoned her to straddle me. 
Wearily, she climbed over my hips.  "Put my hot dog between your buns," I
ordered her.  She grasped the base of my cock, and aimed it into her asshole. 
Then she lowered her butt slowly, sliding her rectum down over my cock an inch
at a time.  Because her asshole was stretched now, this was much easier than
when I had first violated her on the couch.   Nevertheless, she still felt warm
and very tight around my swollen prick.

        Angela's butt cheeks sank down until they rested on my groins.  I was in
all the way to my balls.  "Squeeze me," I commanded her.  As her rectum clamped
tight around my cock, she grunted with the effort.  "Again!  Again!" I told her
repeatedly.  After massaging my prick with her rectal muscles several more
times, she was breathing hard.  "Good!" I said, "Now fuck me!"

        Angela put her hands on my chest, and started riding up and down on my
cock.  After a few minutes, her breath was less labored, but faster.  Each time
her butt cheeks slapped down, her breasts jiggled freely.  On each upstroke, her
asshole tried to pull the skin of my prick up over the head of my dick.  At the
bottom of each thrust, I noticed that her cunt was rubbing a wet smear on my
abdomen.  I lay with my hands folded behind my head, watching her tits jostle
liquidly.

        When I couldn't resist any longer, I pulled her chest down to my face,
and greedily sucked on a nipple.  This pulled her off me a little, so I rocked
my hips up to meet her thrusts, and kept my cock buried in her ass.  I drew as
much of her tit into my mouth as I could, and sucked hard.  Her nipple swelled
under my forceful suction.  I pawed the other boob with my hand, manhandling it
with my fingers and palm.  Angela's pussy was churning against my abdomen now.

        I spit out her tit, and pushed her back upright.  She looked very
aroused after all the fucking and sucking.  On one breast, her distended nipple
protruded from the center of a flaming red hickey.  The other boob had pink
blotches from my hard massaging.  I decided it was time for the finale.

        I slid my hands under her thighs so my fingertips cradled my balls.  In
front of my prick, my thumbs pointed up above my abdomen, pushing into the cleft
of her cunt.  Now, on every down stroke, she forced my cock up her asshole, and
my thumbs into her vagina.  "Rub your clit!" I ordered.  Angela immediately sank
her fingers between her fat pussy lips, and started jerking herself off.  My
thumbs weren't long enough to penetrate very far into her vagina, but I twirled
them around a couple of inches deep inside her, trying to stretch her tight
cunthole open.  A stream of her secretions poured down my thumbs and all over my
hands.  She looked lost in bliss as she fucked herself in the ass and the cunt
simultaneously.

        So far, my cock had been like a fat wooden dowel.  No matter how
vigorously Angela's ass squeezed and twisted and humped on it, it jutted up
straight and hard.  The fucking was extremely satisfying, but I had felt no
insistence to come yet.  Now, I relaxed and let Angela fuck me to orgasm with
her ass.

        Angela started coming first.  "Oh! Ohh!! Ohhh!!!" she wailed, louder and
louder as her climax kept building.  As she came, her humping waned.  However,
strong spasms in both her vagina and rectum convulsed around my thumbs and
phallus.  Her outer sphincter clamped around the base of my shaft, and the
internal sphincter jerked on my engorged glans.  Able to withstand no more, I
erupted.  While Angela gasped in the throes of her orgasm, I pumped squirt after
squirt of cum into her bowels.  Her ass was so tight, each spurt was hard to
expel.  My loud cries of exhilaration joined Angela's.  As the first waves of my
climax subsided, Angela's rectum kept rhythmically squeezing my cock.  This
stimulation was unbearably intense, but my prick was trapped deep in her ass,
and there was nothing I could do to avoid it.  The effect was magnified by the
slippery coating of my cum bathing the head of my dick.  As I squirmed and
gasped, Angela's ass dragged my orgasm on and on to the limit of my endurance. 
She was apparently riding the crest of the same wave, because she too continued
to come without let up.  Finally, in desperation, I shoved my hands under her
buttocks, and lifted her ass off my helpless prick.  This ended my exquisite
torment.

        My spent prick, still erect, flopped wetly onto my abdomen.  Angela
sagged forward, landing the furrow of her slick cunt on top of my shaft.  She
still wasn't done, because she continued to rock her hips back and forth,
rubbing her slippery clit along my poor, abused boner.  In a state of continuous
orgasm, she ground her cunt on my cock.  I might have come more too, but I had
emptied my balls in her ass, and I had no more spunk left.

        Angela finally slowed to a halt, and collapsed on top of me with a last,
loud groan.  I have no idea how long we lay together like that, because I
completely lost track of time.  Finally, I recovered enough to roll her off me,
and take stock.  My prick, although soft, was still bright red under a thin
white glaze of cum.  My entire groin and abdomen were wet and sticky, as were
both my hands.  Another glob of my cum was pooled in the shallow dimple between
my penis and scrotum, dripping slowly over my balls.

        I got off the bed and looked down at Angela.  She lay on her back, still
in dreamland.  Her legs sprawled open carelessly.  Her whole crotch was shiny
wet, and her pubic hair was all matted.  Her labia were split apart, and I could
see some white drops of cum against the bright pink inside.  Apparently she had
wiped these off my prick as she rode my shaft at the end.

        I couldn't resist a peek at her asshole, so I roll her over on her
tummy.  This roused her a little, and she asked sleepily, "What?"

        "Nothing," I reassured her softly.  Just checking for damage, I thought
to myself.

        I gently spread her buttocks, and inspected her ass.  Her asshole was
red and puffy.  The whole crack of her butt was slimy with lubricant and cum. 
Perhaps because I had spread her cheeks apart, she let out a soft fart of
trapped air.  Her anus dilated slightly, and released a slow, wet hiss.  To my
astonishment, a white trickle of jism dribbled out of her open asshole, and ran
slowly down over her cunt.

        I was relieved to see no sign of blood, bruising, or contusions.  I left
Angela prone on the bed, and cleaned up in the bathroom.  With a wet washcloth,
I worked for quite a while to remove all the cum, mucus, and jelly from the
lower half of my body.  When I came out, she was still groggy.  We spoke a few
words while I dressed, but the conversation didn't make much sense.  As I was
leaving, I walked over and patted her bare butt.  "Well, Angela, your ass is not
a virgin anymore," I told her.

        She wiggled her butt a little, and chuckled sleepily.

        "By the way," I said as I let myself out, "you definitely got your 'A'
in Calculus!"

        I was very glad my wife didn't want to have sex when I got home.  I was
sore and exhausted, and my balls were drained.  She might have been suspicious
if I had turned her down, because I never refuse her invitations for sex. 
Fortunately, that situation didn't arise, and I fell into a deep sleep as soon
as my head hit the pillow.


                                Epilog

        I was surprised by a knock on my office door at 8:30 the next morning. 
"It's Angela!" she announced through the door.  I certainly hadn't expected to
see her so soon, and I was a little unsure how we would end things.

        Letting her in, I greeted her, "Good morning Angela, how are you feeling
today?"

        She gave me a friendly smile, and replied, "Hi!  I'm okay, except I'm
kind of sore back there."  She gestured behind herself with a nod of her chin.

        "Sorry about that," I said with a touch of sympathy.  "If it's any
consolation to you, my dick is sore today too.  I guess I got a little carried
away last night!"

        "Yeah!" she said with a little laugh.  "How could you go so long?"

        "You really brought out the animal in me!" I replied.

        "Well," she said, changing the subject, "I brought you the things you
left last night."  She held out the bag I had used to bring the enema bulb and
surgical jelly to her place.

        "Oh, thanks," I said.  "You can keep that stuff if you want.  Maybe
someday you can use it with a boyfriend, and let him fuck your ass.  The best
way to a man's heart is through his prick," I opined.

        "Oh, well, thanks," she said, continuing to offer the bag to me.  "But
right now, I'm so sore, I don't even want to think about doing that again yet. 
You can have it back."

        As I took the bag from her, I looked her over.  Despite her ordeal the
night before, she looked quite presentable.  Angela was wearing a tight T-shirt
and a short denim miniskirt, with little white socks and sneakers on her feet. 
 From the shape of her tits and the points of her nipples under the shirt, I was
fairly sure she wasn't wearing a bra.

        After a brief pause, she looked at me conspiratorially, and asked, "Is
your secretary going to come by now?"

        "I don't expect her," I answered truthfully.

        "I brought you the panties again," she said in a whisper.

        "Oh?" I said, surprised.  I hadn't asked her or expected her to do that
today.

        "Do you want them?" she asked.

        "Sure," I replied.  With a glance at the closed door, she pulled up her
skirt.  It was tight, and she had to wriggle it up her thighs until she exposed
pink panties.  She tugged those down to her knees, baring her furry beaver.  One
of my favorite things in the world is watching a woman take off her panties for
me.  While she squatted down to pull the panties off her feet, I got a nice long
look at her bare legs and pussy sticking out from under her miniskirt.

        She handed me the panties with a smile.  "I put them on right after you
left, and I haven't taken them off until now," she proclaimed.

        Looking into the panties, I was sure she was telling the truth.  The
inside crotch was covered with dried secretions and a couple of stray pubic
hairs.  A damp blotch of cumstain soiled the seat of the panties.  Fortunately
there was no blood or shit.

        "Thanks!" I said, trying to sound more appreciative than I felt.  I was
wary of where this little offering would lead next.

        We looked at each other while I slowly stuffed the panties into my
pocket.  I could see Angela was working out what to say to me next.  She began,
"Professor, I just want you to know I had a great time last night.  Even though
it hurt, it felt really good too.  And I've never come like that before.  Every
time you've made me come, it's been like, like an A-bomb explosion.  Last night
was like ten A-bombs!"

        "Yeah," I agreed, "you blew me into orbit too!"

        "Well, I know we're done with our deal and all," Angela continued, "but
it would be okay if you want to come over next Wednesday."

        I feared this might happened, but I had resolved to end our affair after
the three dates.  "Angela, you've earned your 'A'!  You were an amazing sex
partner, and you went way beyond anything I could have ever expected.  But three
times was our deal, and now we're done."  She looked crestfallen, and started to
object.  I cut her off by continuing, "Look, you need to pull your life back
together.  You need to get a boyfriend your own age, someone to go out on dates
with, someone to fall in love with.  I don't love you, and I don't want to have
an affair with you."

        "Don't worry, I know you don't love me.  I'm not in love with you
either.  We can just have sex!" she responded.

        "Angela, you should get into a normal sexual relationship with someone
who cares about you," I said.  I decided it was time for brutal honesty.  "I
took advantage of you.  I just used you for my own pleasure, like a sex toy.  I
controlled you, and ordered you to do things you didn't want to do.  I came in
your mouth, I tried to fuck your throat, and yesterday night I fucked your ass
so hard you probably can't sit comfortably today.  Last week I asked my
secretary to come by here just when I expected you to be naked.  I embarrassed
you just for fun!"  I hoped this last point would sober her up, and force a
little emotional distance.

        Angela looked at me thoughtfully before replying.  "When I've had sex
with boys, I usually don't have much fun.  I never know what to do.  They always
seem to just do it for themselves.  With you, I don't have to worry.  You're in
charge, and I know you'll take care of me.  I've learned so much from you!  I
like how you surprise me with things I never expected.  I like not knowing what
you're going to do with me next.  I know you won't hurt me, and that we'll have
a great orgasm at the end.  It's exciting when you order me around.  We can do
things the same way we have been.  I'll do whatever you want.  You can even fuck
me in the ass again!"

        "But why?" I asked.  "You've already gotten your 'A'.  What more do you
want from me?"

        Angela approached me, and kissed me briefly on the lips.  "I just want
you to be gentle, and have fun with me.  That's all.  Just for sex.  I'll do
anything you want.  I know you'll be nice, and I'll have a great time whatever
you do with me."

        Well, I thought to myself, this may be too good an offer to refuse.  I
would have to think about this.

                                The End