Chapter 4
Danton: A Case of Need
"What are you going to do? Right? Just because a guy has a couple of degrees that they write behind his name doesn't mean he loses all sense of why his cock was attached to him. Right? I mean, just because I'm a college professor doesn't mean that when I see a beautiful young pussy I don't want it. Right? And just because a guy has a wife and a couple of kids doesn't mean he has to be a monk. Right? I mean, especially when these babes are working their asses off to offer you all that gorgeous young cunt.
"Hell, if you want all the pussy you can handle, just get yourself a good education and then get yourself a job teaching in a girls' school. The fucking broads are so hot to trot, they almost ambush you from behind bushes. I mean, if you've got anything going for you at all.
"And in a girls' school, they're especially hot to trot. You know, no cock their own age around, so they look for a little older substitute. But most young guys won't consider teaching in a girls' school. The salaries are always lower than they can get in a larger place. But give me my school, with all that free pussy, any day over some state university.
"I'd only been teaching for three days when I first found out the good spot I'd landed in. I was interviewing student assistants for my advanced history courses. Of course, all the candidates were girls. I interviewed three, all losers, and then Beth walked into the room. My God, I had to look away. I almost creamed in my pants. All that girl had to do was look at you and you got a hard on. I've heard of bedroom eyes, but this girl was ridiculous. One glance at her and you had her in the bedroom, naked, her cunt open and welcoming and your cock pounding away.
"And she dressed for the part. Frankly, she was shitty in history, but man, when she showed what she had in those little short dresses, I was almost willing to take her on. I mean as a student assistant.
"But then I found out I didn't have to give her the job to get some nookie. She wasn't even interested in the job. She just used the interview to get me alone in my office. That fact was a real boost to my ego when I found out.
"She slithered across the office floor and sat down. I gulped about twelve times and then said something in a squeaky voice. Beth knew she had me going, because she just sat there and smiled. She had her dress pulled up until I swear to God you could see some of her pussy hairs.
"As I remember her-and who could forget she was about five foot five, weighed in about a hundred and five, light brown hair, blue eyes, about a thirty-eight inch set of jugs, a neat little nipped-in waist, gorgeous, full, lush hips, and long slender legs. I've got a hard on just thinking about her.
"We talked for a few minutes about the job. Every time I said something my voice would crack. Just like a fourteen-year-old kid. And after talking to her for a few seconds, I knew sure as hell that she didn't have the qualifications for the job. She knew it and I knew it, but we kept on talking.
"I played along with her, then invited her to have a cup of coffee, just so we could talk some more about 'the job.' She agreed. We walked over to the cafeteria and before we had downed one cup she had invited me over to her apartment. Man, I was on a cloud. She was so goddamned beautiful.
"She lived with a friend who, she said, spent all her afternoons in the library. Hell, I would have gone with her to the dean's office if it meant getting into her pants. And she sure seemed willing.
"And she was. We got to her apartment, which was one big room, and she immediately closed the drapes, turned on the hi-fi, and offered me a drink. I took the scotch and soda she offered me with a shaking hand. That's how excited she had me. My pants were bulging out so far that I didn't even try to hide it. And I saw her a couple of times looking at my crotch. She seemed to enjoy seeing my hard cock striving to get out.
"After a couple of interminable minutes she excused herself to go to the bathroom. While she was gone I busied myself with feeling up my own hard cock. And then she walked back into the room. At first I couldn't see her too clearly. There was a bright light coming from the bathroom window behind her, so she was in shadow. And then, as though she knew I couldn't see her well, she moved inside the room a little more. I felt myself lose my breath. She was stark, bare-ass, baby naked. And she was even more gorgeous without clothes than with them on.
"She had a dark tan-all over. Jesus, she was beautiful. I guess I just sat there in shock while she walked slowly over to my chair. She leaned down, her hair brushing my face, and lightly kissed me on the lips. I raised my hand and caressed her breast. Firm and yet soft. So gorgeous.
"I ran my hand down her belly, playing with the light down. She had a sexy little tucked-in belly button that seemed to have a life of its own: It seemed to wink at you, if that doesn't sound too damned stupid.
"I swear I had to calm myself down at that point or I would have come. Without touching her I would have come. She was that damned sexy. And then, to top everything, she looked right at me and said, 'I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and slow.' Then she walked slowly over to the bed and lay down. She tucked one leg under the other and looked at me, smiling.
"I jumped up, knocking over my glass in the process, but I didn't give a fuck about that, and with hands shaking so hard I couldn't control them, I started to strip out of my clothes. I was naked as she was in no time.
"I walked over to the bed, and as I got closer she opened her legs. 'Put it in me first,' she whispered. 'Put it all the way in me and then kiss me.'
"I lay on top of her, angling myself. Her legs were around my waist almost immediately. I felt my cock brush against her cunt. She was already wet. I took my cock in my hand and aimed it at her waiting pussy. I watched as it slid inside her. God, I can remember how the waves of pleasure ran through me. I couldn't control myself. With only one lunge into her I was coming. I shot and shot. But I was so goddamned disappointed.
"When I was finished, after shooting what seemed like a river of come up into her pussy, I let my body fall on hers.
"'That's all right, baby,' she said. 'Just keep it in there and love me until you can go again.'
"We kissed, tongues deep inside and caressing each other's mouth. I licked her all over, as far as I could, without pulling my cock out of her. It was half hard, and after just a few minutes of fondling, licking, and loving that beautiful thing under me, my prick was stiff and hot again. I had never been ready again so fast in my life.
"Slowly, I began fucking her. I was rough with her because that's the way she wanted it. I'd plunge hard into her, all the way, and then slowly pull out until just the tip was in, and then plunge again. She was arching her body against mine, wanting more cock inside her.
"We fucked, the two of us, first with me on top of her, pounding into her, increasing my speed as I went along, slapping my balls against her ass, biting on her nipples, on her neck, sucking juices from her mouth ... and then she pushed me back until I was on the bottom. She rode my cock, milking it of come and heat. I lay back and watched her fucking herself on my cock. She groaned, closed her eyes tightly, and let an orgasm rack her body. But she started right over again. Again and again, as I lay there watching her fuck herself on my prick, she had orgasms. Her whole body would shake and she'd emit these low, guttural moans. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed her gently on to her back, got positioned again between her legs, lifted her legs high in the air, and pounded into her. The heat in my nuts was unbearable. I had to come. Just then another orgasm racked her body and I could almost feel her pussy juices flow over my hot cock. Then I busted. Literally busted with come. I plowed against her time and time again and then pressed deeply into her and the come welled up my prick and spit out. God, it was the most glorious fuck I'd ever had in my life.
"We stayed in bed an hour after it was over. She never made a mention of a return engagement, but I was looking forward to it already. We had a couple of drinks, talked a little, had some cigarettes, and then she told me her roommate was about due home. I got dressed in record time and was out of there in a flash. I'll tell you, I was one of the happiest men in the whole fucking world.
"I got the clap. That goddamned little bitch, that fucking little nympho, gave me a dose. And the worst part was that night, the night after the afternoon I had fucked Beth, my wife got all lovey-dovey. So I pretended my wife was Beth and I fucked her royally. It was the best we'd had for years-even she said so-so that made me doubly happy. Christ, how happy could a jerk be?
"Then, three days later, the dripping and the burning started. I thought I'd shit a gold brick. I knew damned well I'd given it to my wife. How in the hell was I going to tell her? Christ, what a bind.
"Actually, it turned out to be not as bad as I thought. Sure, I had a fucking royal dose, but I managed to convince a doctor friend of mine to doctor my wife without telling her why. I set the stage, telling wifey that there was a new shot out, prevention for colds. I told her she could get one, and since she was always anxious to keep everybody from getting sick, she jumped at the chance.
"So I managed to get over that hurdle without a divorce. But it was close. As for that little bitch, the next time I saw her I told her about the clap, and do you know what she said? 'You have your fun,' she laughed, 'you take your chances.' Guess who flunked my English history course?
"But the pussy didn't stop offering itself. I always did all right with the ladies, but this was ridiculous. Of course, I couldn't have given a damn about a repeat with Beth-and she felt the same-but there were a lot of others.
"The little girl I finally had hired as my student assistant was a great gal by the name of Susan D-. Nice little French gal, very studious, fluent in French, very interested in European history, big eyeglasses, neat little figure, thinking of law school, and hot as hell.
"I found out that last attribute just a week after I hired her. I walked into my office and she was in there correcting papers. She had her blouse open to her navel, and the most beautiful little set of tits were hanging out all over the place. I couldn't help but stare at them. When she caught me looking, she just smiled and said, 'It's very warm in here.'
"I answered, 'I'll say,' wiped perspiration off my forehead, and tried to concentrate on the next day's lecture. It was impossible.
"As soon as I had sat down she slid her chair out from under the desk a little and then crossed her legs, pointing them toward me. And they were great-looking legs. But what bothered me more than anything was the shot of pussy I was getting. Didn't anybody wear any pants around this school? I felt my cock knocking at my zipper again.
"I had sworn after the experience with Beth, and the dose she gave me, to be extra careful. But I felt safe with Sue. She was so damned cute and naive.
"But that cute and naive little number sure knew how to fuck. It took us about ten minutes to psych each other out. I knew what she wanted and she knew I wanted to do it to her. Getting together, with no hang-ups, was the problem.
"Finally, after her pussy-teasing me for a while, and after minutes of me rubbing my cock up and down right in front of her, I came to the point. After all, the gentleman should take the initiative in things like this. Right?
"'Miss D-,' I said, trying to sound as sophisticated and blase as I could, although even my elbows were shaking, 'I think we both have the same thing on our minds. Fucking. If I'm correct, I'd be pleased to.'
"That little son of a gun got right up and went and locked the door and a couple of minutes later she was stripped to the buff. That's one good thing about the new fashions: they make quickies so much quicker.
"There was a small couch in the office and despite not being the biggest nor the most comfortable, it did make an admirable fucking surface. I laid her on her back and stuck it home. If anything, my new little French cunt was wilder than Beth. Her cunt was so tight I damned near couldn't get it in, and I knew at first that I was hurting her. That made it even more exciting for me. Man, I jabbed and screwed her with all I had, and after just a few minutes of vague discomfort on her part, she took to my fucking like a duck takes to water. Christ, she had a neat little pussy. And wet? Damn, she was sloppy in no time and my prick just slid in and out of her neat as hell. I grabbed hold of her, around her back with both arms, and pulled her close to me. She wrapped her legs around me and winged it with me. My ass was flying toward her and away from her. Even in that close-up position, I could long-dick her. She was great. She squeezed and moved just right. And then, when I got close to coming, we backed off. She seemed to instinctively know when I was too hot. Honest to God, I fucked that little French gal for fifty-five minutes. Almost without stopping for breath. She came about four or five times, so I was feeling on top of the world. The great lover! Right? A neat little French cunt just hanging on to me and letting me fuck the shit out of her. It was wonderful.
"Finally, I decided I'd had enough. I mean it was great having that feeling in your body for that long. Being on the pinnacle, so to speak. But I wanted to come. I wanted to shoot so much come up into her she'd need a shovel to get it out. So I started to fuck her from the side. Held her leg up and rammed against her. I was hitting a new part of her pussy now and she exploded with me. Just about at the same time, with her just a little ahead. She squeezed my cock all the while she came, milking the come out of it. Oh God, it was so wild.
"We got up sort of fast after that. Suddenly it dawned on me just what I was doing. Fucking a student right in my office. Christ, anybody could have come to the door. Suppose the janitor had opened the lock and walked in? Or the president of the fucking college?
"I got straightened up, and so did she, and we went back to grading papers. It was sort of a comedown, but it was fun to look over at her and remember that great fuck we'd just had. She'd see me looking at her, then smile and wink. Then we'd both go back to seeing how well my students were acquainted with the Schleswig-Holstein problem. History! Shit.
"In the next half hour I didn't grade any papers. I had it all set up in my mind that I'd put Sue in an apartment. Just a cheap, cozy little place where the two of us could fuck like crazy any time we wanted.
"Sue had an extra surprise for me before she left for the day. She said she was leaving and got up. Then she walked over to my desk and knelt down right in front of me. She reached up and opened my fly. She fumbled inside my pants until she'd brought both my cock and my balls outside. Then she proceeded to give me the greatest suck job in history. Wet, soft lips. Suction. Man, she was a pro. And she enjoyed it, too. That's what really turned me on. She enjoyed sucking.
"After a while of letting her work on my cock and balls, I stood up. My cock was about ready to bust. I grabbed her by the sides of the head and face-fucked her like crazy. I looked down and could see my cock slipping in between her lips. I could feel the pressure of her tongue on the end of my cock and on the veins that ran under it. And then I shot. With my belly pressed right up against her face, I shot my full load down her throat. I must have had my cock buried to her lungs, but she took it without one sound. She swallowed my come and sucked on my cock some more until I had to push her head away. My prick was getting a little tender by this time.
"She stood up. Content. The great lover had showered her with his come again and she was happy. Man, I felt like the greatest cockhound in the world. She left with the promise of a lot of similar afternoons.
"This time it took four days before my piss started to burn. And another day before I could detect any drips. I had the brown telltale spots on my underpants. Christ, the little French bitch. She had the clap, too. Didn't any of the snatch on this campus let a guy fuck without leaving something behind? Man, I was ready to give up extracurricular activities.
"And, of course, I had fucked my wife in the meantime. Every time I seemed to get a little head on the outside, my wife would insist on her rights. So I fucked her the same night. Twice, as a matter-of-fact. She was still a good fuck. No doubt about that. And I was getting pretty confident about my ability. Four times in one day. Shit, Errol Flynn had nothing on me.
"The doc this time wouldn't go along with me. He just looked at me with disgust and shook his head. 'I'm going to tell her the truth this time,' he said, and no matter how much I begged him, he did.
"Man, did the shit hit the fan. My wife didn't talk to me at home for three weeks. Which wasn't too bad, except the kids started to wonder what the hell was going on. In public my wife was okay. I mean, we went to a faculty tea and she managed to treat me with calculated disdain, which is a standard husband-wife relationship in most academic communities.
"I kept Sue on as my assistant, despite the clap. One reason for that was her reaction when I told her what she'd given me. Tears. Within a split second. She was bawling like a baby, not because she had the goddamned disease, but because of the trouble she was causing me. I sort of appreciated her attitude and decided to give her a break and keep her on. After all, even if she did have the clap, she'd be over it in a while, and meantime, she was one mean little cocksucker.
"And then it dawned on me. Why the hell was I putting up with all this trouble, when I could have my cake and eat it, too. Obviously, clap was rampant on the campus, and every time I fucked some little pie-eyed student from now on, I'd be scared shitless for three, four, or even five days. But if I kept myself limited to letting these hot little numbers use nothing but their mouths on me, I was safe. I considered using rubbers, but that sort of takes the romance out of things, and besides, what if I forgot to take the damned things out of my pocket before wifey sent the suit to the cleaners. Another month of hell. I didn't want to have to put up with that. No way.
"So I had the solution. Suck. I could lick pussy until I was blue in the face and I'd never get a disease, as long as my mouth was in top shape. And then let them blow me. Simple, right?
"Not so simple. Little Sue was fine with the blow jobs until she had her clap cleared up, and then she wanted to get fucked. Sucking was just a diversion, she said. I told her I'd fuck her if she was true to me, but she wouldn't have any of that. If she found a cock she liked, she wanted to be free to have a fuck thrown her way. Christ, what's this world coming to with all these kids running around looking to be fucked? Back in my day, only bad girls got fucked. Now you were stupid if you didn't."
Somehow, it is difficult to have a negative reaction to Danton, the subject of the preceding case history. His approach to sex, and its easy availability he found at his new job, seem pleasant and winning. We are almost happy for Danton that he seems so happy.
Perhaps that is a commentary on our times that when we run into, or hear of, someone who has managed to squeeze some sexual happiness out of his life, we are happy for him. But there are some sad overtones to Danton's flippant attitude toward his sexual life. Summed up, he might be called totally immoral. Perhaps that is why we appreciate him. Human beings tend to appreciate completeness, and without a doubt Danton is completely immoral.
The first question most people would ask is: What's so wrong with Danton's way of life? He is after sex; he hurts no one sexually; his partners are just as eager for sex as he is. So why worry?
As opposed to the cliche, Danton's silver cloud life has a dark lining. He has a wife and children. His attitude toward them is complete disregard as concerns his sexual promiscuity. He doesn't want to lose his wife and children. No, not in the least. But, at the same time, he is willing to undermine the sexual and emotional basis of his marriage and life as a father in order to gain a few minutes of sexual pleasure.
If Danton were an isolated example, there would be no problem. However, Danton is one of thousands, or more accurately, millions of married men who are not sexually satisfied at home.
The question dissolves then to the point of asking which is preferable, an alienation of the male from his wife and family or a second "hidden" life? Danton wants and needs extramarital sex. He could have a substantial and ample sex life at home, but he needs the excitement and challenge of other bodies and the "chase." Is he right in pursuing his ends through stealth, or should he admit his needs to his wife, promising to conform to society's expectations of him or else end his relationship with her, which he is maintaining under false pretenses?
A difficult problem, but one that is becoming widespread. Should a male stray and lie, or stray and admit, or not stray? An interesting choice.
If Danton did not, or could not, find sexual gratification extramaritally, would his marriage persist? If he did admit his casual relationships, would his marriage persist? Perhaps, when we look at his choices objectively, we might discover that Danton has taken the best course. His marriage is intact; his children have a father; his wife is satisfied with her relationship. A perfect solution. Correct?
Wrong. The acceptance of Danton's way of life is but just one more instance of our moral values slipping away. Marriage is the bedrock of morality. Honesty is the bedrock of marriage.
In Morality and the Changing Times, John B. Davis, S.J., a priest of the Society of Jesus and a well-known psychologist and marriage counselor, states unequivocally:
Truth is the basis of all relationships, and nowhere is truth more important than in a satisfactory married life. Frustrated sexuality, in all forms, whether latent homosexuality, promiscuity, impotency, etc., constitutes the greatest threat to the institution of marriage. Couples often approach professional help voluntarily, and yet it may take months before the cause of their dissatisfaction is discussed. It seems almost unintelligible that two people who share the greatest intimacy, are unable to communicate to the point of discussing the greatest obstacle to maintaining a relationship which in most cases they are desirous of retaining.
Morality cannot be legislated. It must be accepted voluntarily. There is no morality norm. An individual sets his standards. The obligation of authority is to present standards of morality and to convince the individual of its acceptance. The failure of organized religion, and to a large degree organized society, is not in the presentment of moral values, but in the persuasion of their use.
Now we have come to the question of whether our moral standards are of any value. That, to all of us, is the most difficult question of all to answer. We are loathe to dismiss what can only be considered the basis of our civilization, but at the same time we see so much that is ludicrous, so much that is hypocritical in the supposed "dogma" of our society, that we are often tempted to eliminate the whole.
Danton was in just such a predicament. Obviously, his wife and family were important to him, but at the same time so was his extramarital sex life. Two weights on a scale. Which has the greater importance? Perhaps if Danton had sublimated his desire for sex outside marriage, his frustrated sexuality might have achieved overpowering importance, to the point that he would be willing to overthrow his marriage and family to attain it. Perhaps Danton was correct in his solution.
Morality, religion, and society say he was not.
But let's examine Danton's "solution." He apparently was satisfied with oral sex. Dr. Kinsey, in his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, states: "Sexual gratification attained orally can only be described as a substitute, a novelty. In not one of the cases studied was oral sex the sole sexual activity of the subject."
We are led to believe then, that there were other motives in Danton's actions. Perhaps it was not the sexual gratification that he required, but merely the notice and attention of young girls. Perhaps they substantiated in his own mind that he was still attractive and appealing. His wife and family were indications that at least at one time he was sexually attractive. But he might have needed more assurance, and from other sources.
Notice Danton's disappointment with the sexual success of his new friend, Roger. He mentioned that he thought only he was finding sex readily available on the campus.
Aging is a process which all human beings must suffer through. For some, the loss of faculties and abilities-especially in the sexual area-is accepted with good grace. For others, this loss is a tremendously traumatic experience.
Danton was not an old man by any standards. In the world of business he would have been considered quite a youngster. But in the college atmosphere, when ninety-nine percent of the people he came into contact with were under the age of twenty-three, his reaction was to consider himself as "over the hill."
To disprove this opinion of himself, Danton took advantage of a situation. Any rational man would have seen the situation in its true light, and admitted, as Danton said but apparently didn't believe, that sex on campus was available to anybody who "could stand up."
The real loser, ultimately, in this situation was Danton himself. Not only was his self-respect at stake, but a much more important segment of his life. Society does not condone extramarital relations, no matter how often national magazines and self-proclaimed spokesmen state the contrary. When caught, and if his wife decided, he could lose the most important thing a man possesses. His family.
"Two beautiful cunts had come into my life, and then gone out again almost as fast. Too bad, but there were two thousand other pussies walking around that campus, and I wasn't about to overlook any possibility.
"While all this was going on, I had made a friend on the faculty. He was just about the only other professor in the liberal arts college who was under ninety-five. He was a great guy, a bachelor, and he had this big apartment that he lived in alone.
"We played handball every Wednesday afternoon, and slowly I got information out of him. He liked pussy just about as much as I did, and also he was having just about the same degree of luck I was. That sort of turned me off, because I thought all these young snatches were falling all over me because I was so fucking handsome and virile. Now I found out that anything that could breathe and get a hard on on this campus could make out. Oh, well, such stuff dreams are made of.
"I also found out that he hadn't had one case of clap and he'd been around for two years. I guess I'm just unlucky that way. Maybe I'm just more susceptible to it.
"Anyway, Roger and I made a deal. I paid him a small amount of rent for one bedroom in his apartment. It was mine, see. Completely private. Nobody went in there when I wasn't around, and it was a perfect setup for taking cunt. After all, if anybody asked what was going on, we'd say a student conference. Roger would back me up and I'd back him up. Perfect.
"The only trouble was that Sue wasn't giving me the time of day anymore since I told her there'd be no more fucking. She was still doing a good job as my assistant, and I liked her, but no fucking. She still maintained she didn't like to suck cock all that much.
"So I was looking around for some steady head, if you know what I mean. But I was having trouble. Oh, sure, I could pick something up at one of the bars any time day or night and hurry her off to Roger's apartment, but what I was really after was some of that fresh, young pussy that was walking around the campus. I mean, anybody can pick up a pro.
"I'd been watching this one little gal in my Tudor England course for a long time. She had real light blonde hair that looked natural, and a body that wouldn't quit. The only problem was she was only about four feet ten. A real short doll, which made her look even younger than she was. She looked like an overgrown little kid. But maybe that's why she turned me on.
"I asked Sue about her, but my assistant wasn't being helpful at all in pimping for me. She told me she 'didn't know the young lady.' Very snotty. She acted like she knew what I had in mind. Maybe she did.
"But I had to do something. Every time I looked at that little blonde now, I'd get a hard on and have to sit behind the desk. And it's hard as hell to lecture a class from behind a desk.
"My agony went on for two weeks. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get close to that little blonde. And I had this mental fixation. I had to know what color her pussy hair was. Was it blonde? Brown? Or just plain, everyday black? I wanted to know, and the longer it took me the more determined I got.
"It got so bad that one day, when I saw her playing tennis during a Phys. Ed. course, I stayed around the courts all the while she was on them, hoping to see a wisp of pussy hair float out from her neat little white pants. Shit, she had a beautiful little ass.
"I was getting to be a nervous wreck. I couldn't prepare my lectures. I snapped at my wife and kids. I hated the students and the stupid problems they brought to me. Man, I was really in a bad way. And all of this over what color the little blonde's cunt hairs were.
"I even made a bet with Roger. I said light brown. He said dark brown. I put five dollars where my mouth was and hoped like hell that someday I'd be able to either win or lose that bet.
"And then my prayers were answered. I was sitting alone in my office one day after classes. I was kneading my balls with one hand and trying to correct term papers with the other. I'd had a pain in my left nut ever since I first saw that goddamned little blonde.
"There was a knock on the door. I yelled, 'Come on in!'-another stupid student with another stupid problem-and looked up. Guess who walked in? You're right. The little blonde. And she was looking worried. I felt like a fourteen-year-old kid in his first whorehouse. My hands started to shake, and my knees, and I had a frog in my throat the size of a whale.
"I tried to clear the whale out of my vocal cords, but the best I could do was a squeaky, 'What can I do for you, Miss S-?' Christ, my balls jerked even when I mentioned her name.
"'My term paper,' she said, close to tears as she wriggled her gorgeous little butt into a chair opposite me.
"'What about it?' I asked.
"'It's not there!' she answered and immediately began to bawl. Now if there's anything in the world that affects me, it's a girl crying. It had a worst effect on me than sitting and imagining what color pussy hair she has. My heart melts. I want to help.
"It also gives the pretty little snatch an ample reason to be grateful.
"I told her, 'Liz,'-is there a more beautiful name in the world?-'that's not such an insurmountable problem. What held you up?'
"She went into this long song and dance about being sick and not being able to get to the library. And she had such a terribly hard schedule and didn't seem to be able to catch up....
"I laughed lightly, the fatherly, understanding type. I had the solution already in mind. 'I'll tell you what,' I said, all sweetness and light-her pussy hairs were definitely light brown-'do you think you could have the paper done by Sunday night?'
"Her eyes lit up in gratitude. 'Yes, I'm sure of it,' she said, smiling openly and invitingly.
"I told her I was spending the weekend at a friend's house-out of necessity; my wife was very ill and a nurse's constant attention was needed, my bedroom was therefore overly occupied-and if she wanted to get credit for the term paper, she could bring it over to the apartment Sunday night, and I'd act like she had handed it in on time.
"She beamed her appreciation; my hand shook when I wrote down the address.
"She smiled arid smiled until she left and then a funny thing happened. While she was sitting down, her short little dress had creased; it stayed that way when she got up. Her beautiful, wriggly little butt, in a pair of dandy-flowered underpants was all I could see when she was walking out. It had to be deliberate, I told myself. She had to know her ass was sticking out. She was enticing me.
"You wouldn't believe the trouble I had getting out of the house that Sunday night. I had to feed the kids, put them to bed, feed the fucking dogs, etc., etc. It seems my wife really wasn't feeling too hot. So I did all the things a dutiful husband does when his wifey isn't up and around, and then got my ass over to Roger's apartment.
"There was a kink in my plans. Roger was home and he was entertaining. Five faculty members. A very legit dinner party. All the guests were old farts from the liberal arts faculty. The associate dean of instruction and his pig-ugly wife; the chairman of the chemistry department, which was Roger's field, and his wife; and a secretary named Dorothy something or other, whom Roger used to drag around when he needed a respectable date.
"I thought my plans were ruined, but Roger filled in for me. 'I'm sure we won't bother you if you want to work in the den,' he said loudly enough for everybody to hear. 'When your student arrives, I'll send her right in to you,' he added.
"When I thought about it, the situation was perfect. Who'd ever think I'd be in the extra bedroom fucking around with a student while six august members of the liberal arts faculty were sitting right outside the door feeding their faces? This bit was going to work out yet.
"I had a small bar set up in the room, and a desk, but the place was still definitely a bedroom and reeked with sex. I mean, I could have stripped down naked an stretched myself out on the bed and still not been any more obvious about what I had in mind when using that room." I twitched and fiddled around for about a half hour until beautiful Liz rang the doorbell. Roger showed her in. The goddamned bitch was wearing a jump suit-you know, one of those things that comes in one piece and goes from the neck to the ankles. I tell you, sometimes it doesn't pay you to get up in the morning. And I had gone to church and every goddamned thing that day.
"Little Liz was all smiles. She had the term paper in her hand, all done, and you would have thought she had accomplished something great. I glanced at the papers and threw them down in disgust. 'I don't know if I can accept it,' I said sulkily. 'This is giving you too much of an advantage over the other members of the class.'
"'Oh, my,' Liz said, her face falling, T had so hoped....'
"And all of a sudden her hand went up to the little ring at the collar of her outfit and she pulled it down a little. Not far, but just far enough to give me hope.
"'You must realize my position, Miss S-,' I said as professorially as I could. 'Every other student had her paper in on time. ... '
"Zip...!"
"'... and I feel it's only fair that they get full credit and you ... '
"Zip ... zip ... zip...."
"The goddamned jump suit was zipped open to her fucking waist and she was sitting there massaging her own tits with her own hands. Whatever I was saying caught in my throat. She had an Aplus. Anything. She had the most gorgeous, the most luscious, the most inviting set of jugs I'd ever seen. And there she was offering them to me. I literally about shit in my drawers.
"'You want them?' she asked, and I nodded my head dumbly. "Then they're yours.'
"She slouched down more comfortably in the chair, letting her tits hang out all over the place. I managed to get out from behind the desk without bending or breaking my stiff cock on anything and walked over to her.
"I stood right by her chair, my pants poking her almost in the face. 'You seem to have a strong argument on your side,' I said.
"'Sue D-suggested this approach,' she said and smiled. 'I was very willing to try it.'
"I got down on one knee and reached up to her zipper. She didn't offer any resistance. I just pulled and her whole body started to appear. The fucking zipper went down all the way to her crotch and she didn't have a thing on under the outfit. Man, I got goose bumps when that zipper went all the way down and I was staring at a little cunt that for beauty would match any broad in the world. And her pussy hairs were a real light brown. I had even won my bet with Roger. How much goodness could one man have in his life?
"I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the belly. She moaned a little just to let me know she liked it. Then I let my tongue slide down her belly and nuzzled my nose in her cunt hairs. God, they were soft as silk. I pulled the jump suit farther down so I could get my mouth to her pussy. She leaned down in the chair and spread her legs wide for me. I found her hole and stuck my tongue up into her with one jab. She was already wet and waiting. Her taste was acidy but so goddamned sexy I damned near passed out. I had been waiting for this for so goddamned long.
"Without taking my tongue from her cunt I managed to get her to strip completely out of her jump suit. She stood up and I lapped on her cunt like a starving man. She was so beautiful. And I could imagine the sight we presented. She was standing up, her legs spread, and me on my knees sticking everything I had up into her cunt.
"'Let me see you naked,' she whispered, and I damned near came. I jumped up and was out of my clothes in no time at all. She walked toward the bed. 'Lie down,' she said. 'Sue told me you like people to suck on your dick.'
"It amazed me to hear her say words like that, but they only turned me on more. I lay down on the bed, my legs hanging off and spread wide, and she got into position between them.
"When her. warm, wet, little mouth touched my cock the first time and drew it in in one long swallow, I came. Just as fast as that. She had me so excited, I shot off immediately. But that didn't bother me this time. I knew I'd be ready to go again in no time.
"I pulled her up on the bed with me and we settled down to a calm, casual, wild, sexy sixty-nine. She kept my cock in her mouth, gently urging it to action while I lapped on her thighs and pussy. I reached up and separated her cunt lips and shoved my stiff tongue inside. God, that made her move around on the bed! She was a hot little number. And the more I worked on her pussy the more she worked on my cock. It was standing up hard again in no time and my tongue and teeth had worked her into a frenzy. I found her little clit and sucked and bit on that little knob until she arched her back in a come. Her whole body kept jerking around as the waves of release flooded through her. Man, I thought, I'm just as good with my tongue as I am with my cock.
"I was happy as a lark. I was having a ball and there wasn't any danger of picking up anything. At least I thought there wasn't any danger. And her mouth working on my prick was just as good as a cunt. Tighter than most. Wow!
"The heat was relly building up in my balls by this time. I wanted to come again. I let her work on me, then back her off for a while, but then I got a bright idea. I wanted to fuck her face and shoot my come straight down her throat. I jumped up off the bed, leaving her beautiful little cunt reluctantly, and stood over her. I moved my stiff prick down to her face and she gobbled it in. You got the scene, right? I'm standing over her, leaning for support on the headboard of the bed, fucking her face like crazy. She was barely moving, just providing the suction and the pressure while I plowed my hips and cock toward her face again and again. I could feel my cock getting harder and hotter. The pressure was unbelievable. I knew I'd be shooting come down that gorgeous throat any second. But then I guess I was getting a little too rough for her because she started to flail around on the bed. I guess she couldn't get any air or anything. She was really struggling to get away from my cock, but I smiled and kept up with what I was doing. Nothing was going to let her get away now. I pumped faster and she just kept struggling away.
"That's when I heard the voice. 'I'd like to see you in my office early tomorrow morning. Mr.
D-,' the voice said, and I damned near shit on the floor. I glanced over toward where the voice Came from just in time to see the dean of instruction's back heading out the door. My cock wilted in half a second. Man, what must he have thought? The way Liz was struggling it looked like I was forcing myself on her....
"And that's what she said happened. I made her suck my cock. I gave her something to drink, she said-I hadn't even offered her a ginger ale-and then I forcefully took off her clothes, threw her on the bed, and stuck my cock in her mouth. She didn't use those exact words, but that was the gist of it.
"And they believed her. Why not? She was such a little, innocent-looking kid. It'd be easy for a big slob like me to force myself on her. Get her drunk and then rape her orally. I didn't even offer a defense. And then old Roger really put the final touch on the whole thing. He said he had rented me the room as an office away from the noise of my own house and had no idea to what purposes I intended the place. He said, in a horrified voice, that if he had known, of course he wouldn't have considered renting the place to me.
"I guess you couldn't blame the guy for deserting the ship-the rat. After all, there was no use both of us losing our jobs.
"Oh, well, it was good while it lasted.
"I got another job right away, at the same salary, so I'm not hurting too much financially, although my standing in the academic community suffered a little.
"I'm the history professor at a military school in one of the southern states now. That means all boys. The nearest town is about twenty-five miles away and I haven't seen anything under fifty walking around the streets of that place yet.
"So that leaves me with a bunch of ugly faculty wives-and my own wife, who isn't ugly, but she's so goddamned familiar-who look like they'd be interested in a fuck or two, but they turn a guy off pretty fast. I mean one is about six feet tall and weighs seventy pounds and another is so goddamned fat you'd need a compass to find her cunt. And those are the two best ones.
"And just to show you that luck-bad luck, that is-follows some people around, my wife got pregnant again. That's four kids now, so I'm pretty well stuck.
"Shit.
"My only hope is the Christmas vacation. There's a history conference that's being held in New York City. By that time my wife will be too far along to travel, and maybe, just maybe, she'll let me go alone.
"I've already written Sue D-, asking her if she'd like a few games-plus an all-expense-paid couple of days in New York-during the vacation, but she hasn't written back yet.
"Every day I rush home at lunch to check the mail. I'm sure she'll answer me. After all, I told her in the letter that we'd play it her way. I'd fuck her cunt for days on end.
"Her letter came this morning. Sue said she'd be glad to meet me and was looking forward greatly to the time I'd shove my big, hot cock into her throbbing cunt. My wife read me the letter over lunch. "Shit."