Yancy Jensen lifted his sunglasses slightly so he could observe the pretty brunette girl closer as she walked across campus. He had seen the lush, sensual girl in his English class that morning. He disliked being the center of attention when such an attractive young female student was in the class. Yancy knew the other students would be very quick to pick up on him if he started flirting too boldly with the brunette. Yancy didn't even know her name. He was a rather unorthodox college professor and did not bother to take attendance until the third day of classes. That way everyone who was going to transfer in and out would do it without upsetting his books and giving him more paper work. Yancy very rarely went by the rules, and because he had a very popular novel published not long ago, the English department put up with his transgressions. In fact he was actually the possessor of minor fame. His name affiliated with the school was good for business. Yancy, for all his eccentricities was at home among the student population of the university. It was there that he found both the sensuality and the mental interest to keep his life stimulating. Of course, Yancy had a strong tendency to act on his attraction to firm young female flesh. Last term had been relatively cool. He met one girl, a senior, and screwed her all term long. When she graduated, she remained in the stable of girlfriends Yancy always kept. The problem was he could not say no.
The brunette smiled as she walked past Yancy, and Yancy's immediate impulse was to wave her over. He almost regretted he had done it as she turned and began walking toward him. The sight of her full face was enough to make his heart beat. She was strikingly beautiful with long, curly brunette hair and big, wide hazel eyes. She had an extremely sensual carriage which wiggled delightfully as she approached, and as she smiled, Yancy took in the perfection of her lips. Sweetly textured and dewy, they constituted the most erotic features on her face.
"Hello, Professor," she said. "I rather enjoyed our introductory class this morning. I'm glad you're not going through all that grammar shit; I mean I'm glad you're getting to the literature right away."
The word shit was incongruous with this girl's somewhat country-fresh charm, but Yancy smiled, realizing that she was trying to impress him with her adult qualities. She couldn't have been more than eighteen-a freshman, and what a pretty one. Big ripe breasts-she was everything a girlish woman should be-voluptuous without any excess weight, womanly and yet oh, so girlish at the same time. She wore a rather tight pale blue sweater which allowed the firm buttons of her nipples to protrude.
"I'm glad you liked the class. What's your name?"
"Rochelle," the girl said softly. "Rochelle Bedford. I'm very happy to meet you, Professor Jensen," she said, extending her hand.
He shook her hand formally, broadening his smile. "You can call me Yancy when we're out of class, Rochelle. And now, do you have a free period?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I do," the girl said, smiling broadly and lifting her brow. She knew what was coming. She had no idea; she did not expect the handsome professor to flirt with her. She had noticed quite a few attractive girls in the morning English class besides herself.
Rochelle was from a small town. She had very little exposure when it came to sophisticated flirtations, but she did know that Yancy was sending sparks her way. He was shooting some kind of peculiar electricity at her.
"Perhaps we could go have some lunch," he said, taking her arm brazenly.
The girl let it be known that she thought lunch would be a magnificent idea. "By all means," she said. "Let's go to the Grape Bowl."
The Grape Bowl was an off-campus winery with dim lights and a romantic atmosphere even for lunch. The menu consisted of nothing more than wine and cheese, but the joint was extremely popular with campus couples.
Yancy led the girl to his beat-up old Jaguar coupe which was parked in the teachers' parking lot. He put the top down on the old car, knowing that young pretty girls always liked to think of themselves as the pretty girl in the whiskey ads they see on billboards. Yes, like a B-movie set, he thought. Ooh, he was so hip to them. He turned the radio on to a soft jazz station to provide sound track for his B-movie. He then slid the car into first gear and took off across campus.
The girl asked if she could light a reefer and Yancy smiled, nodding his head approvingly. "Sure, just wait till we get off campus," he said. He did not have a reefer habit by any means, but knew it to be a relatively harmless herb and did not discourage its use among students. Some of them could handle it; others couldn't. The ones who couldn't had to figure that out for themselves. But Yancy was glad that Rochelle was smoking reefer. It took her out of the category he had hypothetically placed her in. Yes, he was afraid that this very moist, luscious female might be just too innocent for what he had in mind. Perhaps she saw him as a father-figure and just wanted to pass time in long-winded t�te-...-t�tes. That had happened to Yancy many times in the past. It was all right as long as his lust for the particular girl was not too overwhelming. If it was, Yancy had to make his intentions clear quickly. With this girl, he had not yet decided how to play it.
They got to the Grape Bowl and Yancy walked around to the passenger's side and assisted her out of the car. His hand circled her arm and he grazed her breast with his knuckles as she emerged from the cockpit of the tiny sports car.
They walked into the Grape Bowl and sat down at an isolated table. They ordered wine and some cheese. Then the girl began opening up.
"I'm so excited about my first year at college. You have no idea what this means to me. All my life I've lived with my parents. I've had no chance to explore my true self. I might be the wildest thing around. Then again, I might be a real square. I just don't know yet. Do you understand that, Yancy?"
"Of course. You have to find yourself. Only experience does that."
"Yes," she said.
The girl went on and on, rapping about her pilgrimage to the present, and within an hour they were old friends. Yancy had not made one forward move and had not in fact even really touched the girl. He was extremely thankful when, after an hour and a half of earnest listening, he was rewarded with a graceful female palm moving slowly up his leg.
The Grape Bowl owners were thoughtful enough to put long white tablecloths on the wooden tables so no one could see as the hot brunette let her palm move up and press down on the bulge of Yancy's prick.
"Would you rather I didn't do that, Yancy?" she said, squeezing his penis through his cloth pants.
"I can't exactly say that, Rochelle, although it does present a problem. You see, you're a student of mine."
"I understand," she said, reaching down under the table with her other hand now and unzipping his pants. She undid his belt and smiled as he cooperated enough to lift his ass off the seat so she could slip his pants down under his dick and balls.
"Rochelle, this is insane. Do you realize how much trouble I would be in if I got caught with you?"
"I can't help it, Yancy. You have to understand; my experience is very limited and sometimes I just get impulsive. I wanted to give you something-some pleasure-for all the relief you've given me in the past few hours. You see, I had no one to speak to and you were suddenly there, just where I needed you."
Yancy looked at his watch. He had another class in an hour and then he was free for the day. He had the feeling that if he took her back to his pad now he could screw her solid, but alas, he could not miss his class. He would have to be patient.
The girl began stroking his penis with her fingertips. What she lacked in experience she made up for in sensitivity. She squeezed his prick, but not too hard. She let the center of her palm rub softly under the head of his cock and her other hand massaged the tight sacs of his balls.
"Yancy, is there anywhere we could go?" she said. "I'd like you to take my virginity. I've had it too long and I don't need it any more. I'm hungry for this hard lollipop," she said, contracting her fist around his prick.
Yancy gasped. His prick pulsed in her hand. A virgin! He was going to pop her cherry. He struggled to contain the smile that would have detracted from the seriousness of his romantic stare. His eyes were big and reflected her own image back at her.
Rochelle was somewhat hypnotized by the man. Sometimes he looked like a total maniac, othertimes like a wise man. His mysterious black eyes and dark beard contributed to an already reclusive look.
"I do think you should put my prick away, young lady. We should get right back to campus so I can teach my afternoon class. We can proceed with this after school. I'll give you my address and you can come over this evening."
"Oh, Yance, I really want to suck your prick," she said. Yancy looked around. Although there was nobody in the immediate area, the waiter came by frequently. He would notice her absence if she got under the table and sucked him off. Yet the idea of having his prick sucked in a restaurant excited him greatly and especially when he looked at her lush lips.
"No one will notice," she said, seemingly reading his paranoia. "But..."
"I'm going under the table, Yance," the brunette said, her wide hazel eyes glinting mischievously.
Rochelle scooped her hair into a ponytail and tied it with a rubber band. That way it would not get in her way. She then lifted the tablecloth directly in front of her and proceeded to drop down to her knees. She did not care if her stockings got messed up, although she put a cloth napkin down on the floor to prevent unnecessary pressure on her knees. She slid under the table gracefully, her nubile young body cooperating with her desires.
Yancy felt her hands on his balls and penis now as she licked him and massaged him. He groaned softly and was about to close his eyes when the waiter's footsteps could be heard. The man walked by and looked at the table. Yancy smiled as the waiter walked by. Apparently the man thought the girl was in the bathroom, or was completely unconcerned with where she went. All the better, Yancy thought to himself. He could feel Rochelle's hot lips expanding over the very tip of his penis. Her tongue began whipping the tip and Yancy groaned, his hand moving down to her forehead. He felt her smooth, creamy skin. He let his finger examine her high cheekbones and the hollowness of her cheeks as she sucked his prick. He cupped her chin and traced the movement of his prick in and out of her mouth.
In a few moments the girl stopped sucking his dick and lifted his cock up. She scooped his balls into the palm of her hand and guided the hot, hairy male sacs into her mouth. The girl fluttered her tongue over them and then sucked furiously. All the while she was stroking Yancy's prick with her delicate fingertips. She was very sensitive to pleasure and giving it was an extreme joy to her. She clasped her fist around the very tip of his prick as she continued sucking his balls.
She felt him pulse and throb. Although she had never had a man's prick in her body before-not even in her mouth-she had given one previous boyfriend frequent hand-jobs. She could tell when a man's prick was about to explode. She could tell by the way it heated up and pulsed. She knew that Yancy was coming. She closed her lips hotly, hungrily, around his dong and slid it down until her nose bumped against his underbelly. She completely covered his hot prick with her moist mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned, her big hazel eyes closed. She felt dreamy and sensual as she let her head move up and down, her lips sliding on and off the stiff pole of Yancy's penis.
"Mmmmm," the girl moaned softly to herself.
Yancy could not hear her. All he could do was feel her hot tongue whipping over the tip of his prick as he ejaculated hot jizz into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," Rochelle moaned softly as the jizz slid down her throat, as it filled her mouth and dribbled from the corners of her lips. She drank as much of the orgasm as she could contain, letting the rest dribble to the floor. When he was done ejaculating, she began licking him off as if his dick was a lollipop. Yance opened his pants as far as he could so that she could lick his balls as well.
After fifteen minutes of sucking, Rochelle got back on the chair. Her lips were swollen and her eyes looked glazed, pleasure-shocked, but she was smiling.
Yancy wiped the jizz from the corners of Rochelle's mouth with a clean handkerchief. He expressed his affirmation in no uncertain terms.
"Honey, that was the best blow-job I ever had in my life."
"Mmmmm, I've never done that to a man before," she said. "I like the taste of sweet cream."
"You've never sucked a man's cock in your entire life?"
"No, never. I swear. I never had a man's dick inside my body until just now. I guess technically I'm not a virgin anymore."
"You're wrong, dear. Technically you are a virgin, but if you drop by after eight o'clock this evening I'll take care of that little sticky matter for you."
"I'll be there," the girl said. "Write your address down for me please."
Before pulling up at the campus gate, Yancy paused on a side street. He kissed Rochelle, allowing his tongue to dart into her mouth. He felt her sweet round breasts and his hand moved down to the tops of her legs. He parted her legs and moved swiftly inside her panties where he massaged her clitoris for a few moments. All the while he whispered in her ear: "Rochelle, you sweet little piece of ass, I'm going to suck your pussy tonight. You just be at my apartment."
"Mmmmmm, you bet, lover."
Yancy worked the girl up a little bit, but then he stopped dead. "I'll finish tonight," he said, "and I want you to ache for it for a while anyway."
She smiled wickedly as he started the Jag and took off again.
"When we get to campus, baby, you have to play it straight. As far as anyone knows, we are good friends and no more."
"Of course. I understand your position," she said.
The rest of the day went by extremely slowly for Yancy, but at last it was time to leave campus. He didn't even recall if any of the girls in his afternoon English class were attractive. Probably there were a few hot ones, but he was so internally obsessed with Rochelle that he did not notice. He drove home after work and took a shower. Then he did some quick paper work to prepare himself for classes the next day. He wanted to have a clear head when the girl arrived at eight o'clock.
* * *
Rochelle had to borrow her father's car. That was something that made the old man somewhat uncomfortable, but she explained that in order to get on the cheerleader squad she had to appear at a special meeting. The old man went for it and Rochelle gleefully sprung out the door with the keys to the family car. The big Oldsmobile was a little too much for the girl and she drove slowly at first, but soon lust and anticipation overcame the instinct for safety and she found herself zipping along as she followed the instructions given her by Yancy.
She was totally unfamiliar with the neighborhood she was in. She drove slowly, reading the street signs, until she came to his street. Finding the number was even more difficult. She crept along. Finding a parking spot was an absolute hassle and it took her three tries to get the big Oldsmobile against the curb, but finally she got out of the car and took her purse. She was free of the hulking machinery necessary to make her debut. Now she was home free. The girl felt her cunt quivering in the elevator. She was imagining what his prick would feel like once he inserted it in her cunt. There was no doubt about it; Yancy was quite a man. It was her first day of college and Rochelle had kept her eyes open wide. There were a lot of hot-looking dudes on that campus, but none had the power, the masculinity, of Yancy. Yes, seeing him teach a class was an absolute show. The man's dark, mysterious good looks set Rochelle's heart fluttering. She knocked on the door nervously.
Yancy opened his door with a broad smile on his face. He wore a dark short-sleeved sweatshirt and a pair of white jeans. He escorted the attractive young girl into his private domain.
"This is a very nice apartment," she said, looking around with wide eyes. The usual things one would expect to find in a professor's house were there for the eye. The rows of bookcases and stacks of paper lined one corner of the room, but the rest of the room seemed given to a different approach to life. A thick fuck rug graced half of the front room and upon it sat two long, low, butter-soft leather couches and a cluster of leather ottomans. It was indeed a comfortable-looking arrangement.
Yancy flipped a switch and suddenly sweet, low jazz began reverberating throughout the entire apartment.
"I must go to the bathroom," Rochelle said.
"In a moment," Yancy said. He put his hands around her and held the girl against him, feeling her lovely female carriage press against his crotch. He kissed her, his tongue tasting the sweetness of her mouth. He groaned as the girl spread her legs, her skirt lifting as his leg moved to massage her cunt.
"Let me go the bathroom, Yancy, please; I'll be right back."
He released the girl with a smile on his face. "Don't be long," he said. "I'll be out on the balcony."
The girl smiled and nodded her head affirmatively. She turned and went to the bathroom.
Yancy watched her high, perky buttocks as she walked away from him. His dick was bulging. He moved it down into the leg of his tight white jeans, and then Yancy went out onto the terrace. The outdoor speakers were playing. It was a sweet early fall twilight and the lights of the city underneath made Yancy feel exhilarated.. He looked up as the full moon directed the blue sky. All so lovely, he thought to himself, but not half as lovely as that beautiful girl.
"I'm back, Yancy," she said.
He turned around. She was completely naked and busy draping her sweater and skirt over the chair. She had already peeled off her stockings and panties as well as her sheer brassiere.
"You are lovely," he said. "Come here."
"I don't want to step outside. I'm completely nude."
"Nobody can see you here, baby," he said. "Come to me."
The girl giggled and stepped out on the terrace. She felt his manly hands palm the balls of her buttocks as he kissed her. He fondled her breasts with one hand, his other hand continuing to cup her butt and push her toward his groin.
"Baby, you are one sweet handful," he said.
"I'm glad I excite you, Yancy," the girl said before kissing him and feeling his tongue dart into her mouth. She sucked on it.
"I seem to remember making a promise to suck on your pussy, Rochelle. Do let me worship your lush female charm."
"I can't think of any reason why you shouldn't," she said.
He lifted the girl into his arms and walked over the one of the low leather couches. He draped the girl's butt on the edge of the couch and then dropped to his knees. He parted her stalky legs wide and then lifted them onto his shoulders. Yancy began by licking her knees, progressing slowly up the girl's legs until he got to her dewy brunette delta. He parted the lips of her cunt and began fluttering his tongue over her clitoris and vagina.
Rochelle had "never in all her wildest dreams imagined that a man could make her feel like this. She squealed as hot flashes of pleasure shot through her nervous system. She began humping his tongue.
"Oh, yes! Oh, I love that, Yancy. I had no idea!" she yelped, her body jostling furiously.
Yancy looked up at the sweating bitch. Her great breasts jiggled on her bosom and her pouting lips quivered. Her eyes squinted shut and her nostrils flared as she exhaled air passionately.
Yancy felt the girl's back arch. He felt her legs tighten around his head. He knew she was on the verge of orgasm. He inserted his tongue into the lips of her tight snatch and wiggled it frantically.
"Ooooooooooohhhhh!! " she let out, her head tossing from side to side, her brunette mane falling wildly around her breasts, covering the taut nipples that capped them so sweetly.
Yancy continued to fuck the hot bitch with his tongue until her sexual delirium peaked and she was groaning and yelping with terminal heat.
The orgasm was unlike anything Rochelle had ever felt in her life. She had masturbated more than once and had had her previous boyfriend play with her clitoris on occasion, but nothing like this. Yancy was massaging her clitoris with his tongue in such a wonderful way that she could not believe it. And his tongue-fucking was exquisite! He could taste the maiden's membrane that still blocked deep penetration of her cunt. But soon his prick would be taking care of that.
The girl's spine loosened and her inner thighs relaxed. Yancy opened his eyes and looked up at her. Her orgasm was obviously over and she was now glazed and dazed, enjoying the warmth of an afterglow. He moved his head up.
The girl looked up at him. The wild professor was moist, his face glistening from pussy-dew. It made his beard flatten and his cheeks shine. His brow had beads of sweat upon it.
"That was wonderful," she said, unable to focus. She was in deep pleasure shock.
Yancy knew the girl was utterly and completely relaxed. It was a good time to get his dick into her. He moved her up fully on the couch and then mounted her, moving his hot pecker around in her dewy brunette delta. He slid his dick from the perky button of her clitoris, over the lips of her pussy, and then back again and again until her dewy cunt was truly ready for his penetration. Then he allowed the very tip of his dick to slip into the lips of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, her mouth opening wide.
Yancy had never felt such a tight opening in his entire life. He steadied himself as he pushed into her a little further.
"Mmmmmm," the girl groaned, her eyes squeezing shut, her lips trembling as the destruction of her maiden's head approached.
Yancy lifted her legs and pushed forward, and all at once his hard dick was deep inside the young girl's tight, wet snatch. He heard her yelp and cry and he held her close to him, telling her not to worry, that it would be all pleasure from here on in. To lubricate her initiation into the world of joy, he moved slowly-slow, but steady-giving her an increasingly good warmth in her cunt. She groaned now, but in pleasure and not pain as her twat began to ignite fully. She had never felt anything quite as satisfying as the penetration of Yancy's hard prick.
"Oh, I like it," she said.
"I've never had such a tight snatch, baby," he said before kissing her hotly. His lips covered hers. He loved the taste of her virginal mouth. Of course, the girl would no longer be a cherry, but Yancy would find her just as exciting all the same. Breaking a girl's cherry was a real trip, but teaching her exactly how to please a man was even more of a trip, especially with a girl like this-a girl who possessed so much raw potential.
This chore was sure to be very consuming. Yancy didn't mind. He felt her extremely snug snatch contract further around his throbbing penis. He pulled out for a moment, startled by the tightness of her snatch. It was simply incredible.
After a few more moments, Yancy's hand moved under the balls of her rump. He pushed her moist cunt up to him and continued driving his dick into her twat. The girl's body was covered with sweat. She gyrated her hips wildly, nearly hysterical as his prick continued to move in and out of her.
Yancy was no longer taking it easy on the girl. As soon as he saw that she was enjoying the stiff fucking he was giving her he began to move with more and more gusto, giving it to her stronger and stronger.
"Oh, please, please, give it to me," she groaned, her hazel eyes opening wide. She implored him with her facial expression to fuck her harder and harder.
Yancy was now pounding down on the moist, vulnerable girl. He did not mean to slam down on her so roughly, but she seemed to be begging him to give it to her harder and harder. Well, everybody gets off on a different approach, he thought to himself as he gathered the energy to give her what she wanted. He was now doing brisk push-ups on the hot brunette, his dick sliding in and out of her quickly.
The girl was insanely good. On each descending stroke she contracted her cunt around the man's hot, sputtering dick. Each time he ascended with his machinery the girl released his dick by relaxing her cunt muscles.
"Oh, Yancy, I'm going to come now," she groaned. She put a hand under her left breast and lifted it up high on her bosom.
Yancy smiled as he realized she was directing her nipple to his lips. He bent his neck sightly and took the taut fruit between his lips. He whipped the taut nipple with his tongue until the girl's shivering made her tit bounce free from his mouth.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she groaned, her fingernails scratching into his back as the orgasm wracked her sensual carriage.
Yancy felt his own orgasm being triggered by the brunette's shivering, twitching cunt. He groaned as hot jizz began spurting out of his dick against the walls of her pussy.
As Rochelle's orgasm culminated, her cunt went into virtual convulsion, contracting madly around Yancy's dick.
As Yancy ejaculated, these convulsions enhanced his orgasm so greatly that he stared down at the sweating bitch in disbelief. He didn't think his prick was capable of feeling such exquisite pleasure. Yes, a tight snatch and the right girl in possession of it was surely the right formula for sexual success. He felt his spine tighten with pleasure as he shot into her cunt. He bent his neck again and licked at her breasts as the last few drops of jizz shot into her hole.
"Ohhh," he let out, "that was magnificent." He let his weight move down on the girl and rested his head on the pillow of her breasts. He was still in her cunt, but his dick was now beginning to get small.
"You're going to have to let me rest a few minutes, baby. I'm not eighteen anymore."
"Oh, I understand," she said. "That was absolutely wonderful."
Yancy remembered that she had been a virgin and he pulled out of her. He moved his hand under her cunt and caught the few droplets of blood that emerged.
"Well, you're a woman now," he said to her. "I suggest we go take a shower before we go any further."
"How much further can we go?" the girl said, allowing herself to be assisted to her feet.
"You'd be surprised," Yancy said to Rochelle, feeling her moist body against his as he led her to the shower.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, Yancy had a great deal of difficulty getting out of bed and dragging his professorial ass to the campus. The brunette girl had screwed him silly from eight o'clock till midnight. He came in her mouth once and in her pussy twice. He was totally infatuated with her. He shaved around his beard after a brief shower and then had a cup of drip coffee while listening to Mose Allison on the stereo. He looked out the picture-window that graced one wall of his bedroom. Already the streets were teeming with life. Yancy finished his coffee and then took the elevator down to the garage where he parked the Jag. The garage was under the building. It was a huge subterranean lot, reached through a miasma of tunnels and networks under the building. The garage had two levels and was virtually teeming with cars most of the day. At night, though, it was relatively quiet. Yancy got great kicks from careening through the narrow tunnels in his Jaguar, taking the tight spaces with as much speed as he could bring himself to lay down. He was a very good driver, well-practiced and able to concentrate for long periods of time.
He was trying to distract himself, but nothing worked. He spent the early part of the day daydreaming about the girl, going through his early morning class mechanically. Fortunately that day Yancy only had one class, but he did have to stick around for an important meeting of the English Department. It was just the kind of shit he had a great deal of trouble sitting through. He looked at his watch. He had two hours to kill until the meeting started and it would go on for at least two hours. That meant he'd be on campus another four hours. Well shit, he thought to himself, the very least I can do is go to my office. I'll make some coffee and listen to some music. With that thought, Yancy began walking across the campus. He kept an eye peeled for the haughty brunette. It would be wonderful to bump into her and take her to the privacy of his office.
The girl appeared at once, as if conjured by his thought. She was carrying books and looked extremely girlish as she jiggled across the green grass and approached her professor.
He stopped walking when he saw her. He stood transfixed as her beauty became more and more vivid as she drew nearer and nearer. It was always amazing to watch her walk up, watching her stark beauty magnify and intensify in effect. His heart was beating.
"How are you, Professor?" she said, her lips turning up cutely.
"Very good. I had an excellent time last night," he said, unable to take the shit-eating grin off his face.
"Oh, do tell me about it," she said.
"Way beyond words, my dear. What happened to me last night was the raw material of poetry. Do you have a class now?"
"I'm free for an hour."
He was tempted to take her on, but remembered thankfully, where they were.
"Would you like to meet me in my office in ten minutes, Rochelle?"
The girl liked that idea at once. She moved forward as if to kiss him, but he moved back.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, blushing. "I forgot ... "
"Think nothing of it, Rochelle. Just come to my office in a few moments. I'll be waiting for you."
He gave her the office number and then turned and walked away briskly, leaving her standing there.
Rochelle went into the cafeteria and purchased two containers of coffee. She killed a few moments in the ladies' room, applying lipstick to her pale lips and straightening her eye-shadow. Then she proceeded to Yancy's office.
"Why, thanks for the coffee, Rochelle. That was thoughtful of you."
"A pleasure," she said as she sat down on his desk, lifting her skirt up to allow her long sweet stalks to show.
Yancy was sitting in his wide swivel chair. He smiled and stared at her legs.
"Your body is absolutely wonderful and you're the most sensitive lover I've ever had. Do you know that, Rochelle?"
"Oh, you say to that all the girls, Professor. I'm not nearly experienced enough to please a man like you."
"Don't say that. You combine the best of two possible qualities in a woman-innocence and instinct. That is, you are not a practiced lay; your sweetness doesn't come from repetition. On the contrary, Rochelle, it comes from enthusiasm and excitement. I can tell you love it when I put my dick in your hot snatch. I can tell you are digging every pulsation with me."
"Well, isn't that the truth," she said, getting to her feet now and throwing him a hot coquettish look. She unbuttoned the first button of her blouse, then the second.
"What are you doing, Rochelle? We're at school," he said. He was not really as concerned as he sounded. The door was locked and Yancy had on more than one occasion deflowered a moist young virgin in the very room they were sitting in.
But Yancy didn't want to move too fast. He wanted to not think of the meeting he was scheduled to attend soon until it was time to rush out of the room. That way he would not get nervous.
"Let's have our coffee, Rochelle, before we find ourselves deeply involved in something else."
"I wonder what that something else could be," the girl said.
They sipped their coffee silently, but as soon as they were done Rochelle unbuttoned still another button of her blouse.
Although he had touched, fondled, and sucked on the sweet balls of her breasts just the other night, he could not stop himself from openly adoring the creamy tops of her tits as they protruded through her blouse.
"Rochelle, don't take your blouse off or we'll be jumping on each other," he said.
"That is exactly my purpose," the girl said, unbuttoning the last button and allowing the pale silk material to slide off her shoulders.
She wore no brassiere and her perky breasts looked sweet and inviting.
"Oh, you are determined to get me in trouble, young lady."
"Not at all. Just come here and kiss my breasts for me. I promise we don't have to go any further unless you really want to."
Yancy seemed to think that was a valid compromise. He rose to his feet and parted the girl's legs. Her buttocks was on the edge of his desk. He cupped her perky breasts and lifted them high on her bosom. He pushed them together. The sweet globes jiggled in his palms and he bent to kiss the hot pink nipples. The color of her buttons darkened as his tongue whipped over them. Her breasts tasted extremely sweet and Yancy felt his prick growing hard.
"Why don't you put your hot prick between my breasts?" the girl said, shimmying her shoulders slightly so that her big tits jiggled in his palms.
Yancy thought that was a splendid idea.
That was the kind of suggestion that was sure to take his mind off the coming meeting he had to face. He would have liked to have removed the girl's skirt and pantyhose, but he was a little concerned about getting naked in his office. In fact, he kept his own clothes on. His pants fell around his ankles, but he would be able to pick them up quickly if the need arose.
The girl sat down on his swivel chair and pushed her big breasts up and together.
"Put your lollipop between my breasts," she said, opening them and widening her cleavage.
Yancy moved forward. He nestled his dick between her great globes. The girl then pushed them together with his hot prick between the sweet mounds.
"Mmmmm, baby, that feels nice," she said as she began to shimmy her shoulders, thus making her perky breasts dance for him. He loved the way they jostled up against his throbbing penis. He tweaked her taut nipples and told her what a pretty girl she was. His prick throbbed and pulsed between her breasts.
Rochelle was pressing her tits together and rubbing his dick with them in a most exciting way. She gasped, her full lips wide open. She looked up at his face. She knew she was pleasing the hell out of him. She knew her perfectly-formed breasts were enough to tickle any man's cock.
"Come, Yancy. I want to feel your sweet sauce all over me."
"Mmmmmm," he said, moving her brunette hair back so he could watch her panting face.
"Oh, now!" she said. She felt a few throbs. She looked down in time to see his hot sauce coating her breasts.
"In my mouth, Yancy," she said. She clutched his prick in her fist suddenly and drew it to her lips. As it continued to ejaculate, she fluttered her pink tongue on the tip furiously. Her fist continued to contract around the hard shaft as Yancy continued coming in her mouth.
After she had swallowed his creamy jizz, she rested his dick on her cheek and smiled dreamily. She began to lick at his balls which were scooped into her palm.
Yancy looked at his watch. "I don't have much time," he said, curling the soft hairs on the nape of her neck.
"Let me just lick you off," she implored.
"Please do."
Rochelle licked at his cock and balls hungrily for a few moments and then straightened herself out.
"I suppose you have to go about your business now," she said. "I suppose I do."
"Well, perhaps we can get together this evening..."
"That isn't---likely; I have a lot of paper work to do, Rochelle. If you and I are going to carry on like this, you must understand that I have responsibilities. Now if you don't do a little bit of work you get a C, but if I fuck up, what am I going to do? This is a soft, sweet gig and I intend to keep it."
"Oh, I understand completely, Yancy. I would not dream of fucking you up."
"Then it's just a matter of playing it cool, baby," he said. He wondered if he was not being too presumptuous to even assume that she was hung up on him in any way. But the possibility did exist. It was his experience that tender young things got hooked on the first man who found their clickers. Whatever were all those college boys doing with their tongues, he wondered as he zipped up his pants and fixed his belt. Yancy straightened his tie in the mirror that he kept on his wall.
"You look just fine," she said. "You don't have to worry about that. Are there any female teachers in the English Department?"
"Of course," he said. "Why?" Well then, I'm sure you'll go over big if you make a little speech."
"I have no intention of making a speech. The only time anybody talks at these meetings is when they're defending themselves against Lillian Lang, the bitch of the English Department," he said.
"And also the Chairwoman, from what I'm told."
"Exactly. Well, she doesn't bother me any. Thankfully, I've got that book published and I'm covered."
"But I suppose she is kind of rough on everyone else."
"Yes," he nodded.
"You sure that book is the only reason that Lillian's nice to you? I mean, she is a rather attractive woman, wouldn't you say?" Rochelle asked.
Yancy frowned. The haughty brunette was getting possessive already. He lit a cigarette and told Rochelle that it was certainly none of her business, but at any rate he did not find Lillian all that attractive. Rather, he found her to be a perfect bitch and that was not his idea of a sensual woman. He then told Rochelle that she'd better get out of his office so he could get his papers together and leave.
The girl demanded a goodbye kiss and a long one at that. Yancy was already too nervous to let himself relax and return her hungry kiss as her hot mouth pressed against his.
"Not now, baby. I'm sorry," he said when she looked at him oddly for not returning her kiss properly.
"Tonight then?" she implored.
"I told you, Rochelle, I just don't know. I should work. Maybe if you want to drop by for a while."
The girl smiled. He was weakening.
"Please call me first. If I have a lot of shit to do we're going to have to postpone it till tomorrow night, or maybe even the next night."
"All right," Rochelle said, smiling as she exited. She was pretty sure she had him hungry for her.
She walked directly into the ladies' bathroom and opened her top. She took a silk handkerchief out of her pocketbook and moistened it with warm water in the sink. She then wiped the male hot sauce off her breasts before it hardened. She proceeded to wipe her lips and face in the same manner. Fortunately no one came in the door and five minutes later she emerged totally refreshed, her make-up reinstated. She saw Yancy walking out of his office and smiled at him casually. "Hello, Professor," she said in a mock-professional tone.
"Hello there," he said, barely lifting his head.
Damn, he's good at it, she thought to herself. She could never be that casual. Her heart was fluttering as she walked down the college corridor, the taste of jizz still fresh in her mouth.
* * *
Yancy lit a cigarette as he sat down at the conference table. He sat almost directly opposite Lillian Lang, so that he would be in a position to make eye contact with her. Regardless of what he told Rochelle, the haughty red-haired Chairwoman turned him on tremendously with her curly red hair and big dark eyes. Her body was absolutely splendid. Although Lillian was close to forty, she was extremely voluptuous and erotic in a striking, almost intimidating way. She had aristocratic features and a stark beauty that set her apart. However, she was also somewhat of a cutting conversationalist and people did not like to admit she was as beautiful as she was.
Lillian took no great pains to elaborate on her beauty. She wore simple clothes. For that reason, her sensuality seemed kind of beneath the surface. What Lillian showed on the surface was a certain strength, a certain power. She put out her cigarette and accepted . a cup of coffee from a student aid. She looked up at Yancy and let a slight, abbreviated smile creep over her face. But then she returned her attention to the student aid.
Yancy heard her talk to the young boy, but could not make out what she was saying. He began to wonder why Lillian's student aids were always attractive young male sophomores. Could it be that she kept a harem of studs? Of course it could be. He knew that people with power in the academic world-as with power in any world-tended to be decadent. Lillian certainly was no exception. She probably treated herself very well. At least that was the image she threw around. It was easy to see just from observing her that she thought of herself as some kind of a goddess or something. Yes, there was something extremely forceful, and there were people who claimed that Lillian, in a rage, could intimidate the strongest of men.
Yancy found all the talk about Lillian amusing. He found himself drawn to her and yet he had never made one move to establish any type of physical rapport. They exchanged words in the corridors often. Lillian was always pleasant to him and even somewhat intimate in her own distant way-winking at him, telling him she had a headache from all the shit around the school. These were things she would not do or say to anyone else, and Yancy knew it. Yet he was afraid to approach Lillian in any way that would set him up. She could not only shoot him down and screw up his ego, she could have him fired. That bitch had done just that to a number of male faculty members who had found her big breasts and saucy ass provocative.
Yancy knew he had more leverage than most teachers because of the famous book he had written. Yes, that set him in a league of his own. He lent his name to the school. He was a status symbol in the academic world, and how ironic that was. Yancy was not by any means an academician. Of course he could fake it. Yes, he could fake it with the best of them, but what Yancy truly was was a maniac-the criminal mind-the saintly outcast. Yes, all these things as well as his great appetite for moist females guided his fate.
Other teachers began to arrive and soon the seats were all full around the circular conference table. The student aids continued to serve coffee until everyone had a plastic cup sitting in a plastic frame filled with Spanish drip coffee which Lillian insisted upon at these meetings. Yancy did not like being in such cordial company. These ass-holes never said what was on their minds. Quite the contrary-they said what was supposed to be on their minds. Of course any ass-hole could see through their acts, but the people who were supposed to see through them would not allow themselves to, so deep was their vanity. Lillian was rather guilty of this flaw. Because they treated her as a perfect goddess and mentor, she took herself to be exactly that. Her vanity would not allow her to even contemplate the possibility that they were catering to her grandiose illusions. Why think such thoughts, she often chastised herself.
The red-head lit a cigarette and cleared her throat. Those close to her knew that her signal for the beginning of the meeting had been given, but people too far away to hear Lillian clear her throat did not know that she wanted their attention.
"All right now!" she let out in a calm but icy tone. "I'd like some attention here."
Suddenly the table grew quiet. Yancy was glad that he had not been speaking, because he was the only one at the table that had not been affected by Lillian's request for silence. Being unmoved by one of Lillian's commands was a real coup. Yancy struggled with the smile that threatened his lips as Lillian scrutinized him for a moment.
But then she went on with her meeting. She obviously had more important things to worry about than Yancy. Yet a moment later Yancy was to discover that in a way he was to be discussed at this meeting-at least some of his unorthodox methods were going to come up. Lillian seemed bent on that. She began the meeting with a rather peculiar comment.
"It has come to my attention that some of our teachers are not sticking to suggested curriculum at all in their classes. I'm speaking directly to certain teachers who have freshman English courses this term. As we all know, freshman English is a time for grammar, for formal writing, for learning the rules and regulations involving word usage. Why, some of those students out there don't know what a preposition is; can you imagine?"
Lillian looked around her and could see by all of the faces that they were absolutely appalled at the horrendous suggestion. One elderly woman had to sit back in her chair where she trembled and twitched at the very idea.
Only Yancy Jensen remained unanimated throughout the beginning of her assault. He lit a cigarette and let it remain between his lips as he stared at Lillian-an unacademic stance if ever there was one. His eyes opened as he became amused. She looked very cute when she was serious like that. Her brows arched and her lips seemed to exaggerate the words.
"Now a number of teachers, and they know who they are, have been taking this period-this freshman English period-and using it to introduce students to esoteric works-often even subversive works-which the students do not have the background to understand. They need grammar."
"But grammar is so mundane," Yancy Jensen said in a low voice. It was almost as if he were speaking into his cigarette.
"What?! " Lillian said, her mouth and eyes opening wide.
Yancy looked up as if he'd been talking to himself. "Oh, nothing," he said.
Lillian went on as if she did not hear Yancy, but it became obvious from the nature of her talk that she had heard his little protestation. She told the English professors that one teacher-and when she said this she looked directly at Yancy-went so far as to teach poetry excerpts selected from the Beat Generation writers. Now there, she said, was a conglomeration of anarchistic self-indulgent hedonists. Each word was pronounced with exaggerated precision and she stared at Yancy Jensen throughout the entire sermonette.
He was the teacher she was speaking about.
Last term he had had his freshman English class read some of the American writers who, as far as Yancy was concerned, were the only ones that bothered with telling the truth as they saw it, not as it would profit them. Most of the students in the class had truly enjoyed the Beat Generation"? , literature, but one or two had made a stink about it and had complained to Lillian who in turn made a stink about it and complained to Yancy.
As a result of that little mishap, Yancy had promised to teach less subversive literature and yes, even to spend an hour or two on grammar once in a while.
After that the matter had dropped, or so Yancy thought. But now he saw she was coming at him again. Of course it wasn't just him. There were other teachers in the room with enough common sense to see the holes in the great system and override them with their own individual spirit.
"I intend to correct this situation. I will go to any lengths to correct this situation," Lillian said. She now scanned the entire room, not concentrating on Yancy at all. She had brow-beaten him enough.
And to think I smiled at that bitch, he said to himself as he put out his cigarette and lit another one. Most of the men in the room wouldn't have done that. They would have been afraid of appearing nervous in front of Lillian. But Yancy would not allow himself to be manipulated in any manner.
"Can I ask a question?" he said.
"Yes," she said, obviously delighted. Now she would be able to attack his question.
"Aren't you aware of the fact that a lot of these kids, a lot of these freshmen, don't even want to be here? What you're suggesting is in the interest of illiteracy. Grammar is a damn bore and on the other hand, you can take another approach. You can hand them some literature by writers who are slick enough to talk to kids. Kids want to hear it like it is. Now if they like the literature, they'll read, and if they read, they'll learn all about damn grammar without the pain of some grammarian lecturing the shit out of them."
At the word "shit" the entire faculty began to come undone. Even Lillian lost temporary control of her features and for a split second her jaw trembled.
"I may not go by the damn book, but I get them to learn what I want them to know. I hook them with some good literature and then it all goes on from there."
"How crude," Lillian snipped.
"It works," Yancy insisted. "You just have to get their attention. Grammar doesn't do it, but there are things that do. None of them are stupid. You've got kids in here who can't read, but they can take their damn cars apart and put them back together. That isn't stupid-they just don't want to be told a lot of stuff that doesn't interest them."
"And what interests them?" Lillian said.
"Sex and drugs. Sex and drugs are their closest link to infinity. They're no different from us. Now it's easy enough to find references to sex and drugs in a lot of literature, wouldn't you say?"
Lillian did not answer.
"Well, you start with the sex or the drugs. You're better off with sex because they'll all relate to that. If you want to teach Shakespeare, just start with the fact that these two young people are horny for each other and their parents won't let them diddle."
Lillian's mouth opened in a gasp. A sweat broke out on her forehead and she had to sit back.
One old spinster put smelling salts under her nose and in a moment Lillian's eyes were back open. She looked at Yancy.
"Yancy Jensen, your behavior here is disgraceful. I don't know how such a disciplined writer can be such an undisciplined person. You artists, you're all so damned important. I suppose you know if it wasn't for your book, you would have been fired from this job a long time ago. In fact you would never have been hired in the first place."
"Isn't that the truth?" he said, lighting a cigarette and gloating in the security he alone enjoyed at that table.
Lillian went on with the meeting at this point, upstaging Yancy with her rights as Chairperson. She moved through the usual array of trite and petty business and then dismissed the meeting.
Yancy felt compelled to stay behind a moment and further confront Lillian. It was not his purpose to apologize, but rather to make himself understood.
"Miss Lang, can I speak to you for a moment?"
Lillian did not even look at him as she told him that she would be in her office in a few moments. He thanked her and walked away.
"You're fucking crazy," one of the male professors said to him as soon as Lillian was out of the room. "She can make your life miserable. She can give you a real shit program next term if she wants."
"Piss on all this shit, man. I'd rather have a shit program and defy that bitch than play it safe. You people are all yes-men. Doesn't it bug you?" '
The man shrugged and shook his head.
He walked away.
Yancy let five minutes pass and then began walking very slowly to Lillian Lang's office. He was tightening with anger now, but it was directed more at himself than at Lillian. Why did he make waves? Why didn't he just keep his fucking mouth shut? Wasn't it bad enough that he was screwing around with a young student? Did he have to live such a high-profile life inside the department as well? He was really being self-destructive, he mused.
But then, why did that haughty red-haired bitch bait him like that? What did she have against him? He knocked on the door and waited patiently. Silence. He knocked again.
"Who is it?" he heard in a crisp female tone.
"Yancy," he said. "Yancy Jensen."
"Oh, Mr. Jensen, come in."
Yancy had been in her office before, but never remembered it looking quite so Victorian, so formal. She had a pot of tea boiling on a small electric stove and asked Yancy if he'd care for some. Her tone of voice and facial expressions were professional, courteous, and not nearly as intimate as she would sometimes be when he met her in the hallway.
Yancy wondered why she was playing with him in this peculiar manner. He was tempted to ask her, but he had the feeling he'd find out soon enough without the indiscretion. He looked at her and purposely allowed an amused smile to play over his face.
"Is something funny?" she said, her eyes wide and yet blank.
"Yes, Lillian, something is very funny," he said, using her first name intentionally. Normally he called her Miss Lang.
She seemed to blush slightly at mention of her own name, but maintained her silence and blank expression.
"What I find so highly amusing is how unreadable you are attempting to be. I don't suppose you're in touch with your motivations," he challenged.
"Make yourself clear, Mr. Jensen."
"The name is Yancy, baby."
The word "baby" made her gasp. Who the fuck did he think he was?
"Just relax. I'm not one of your damn flunkies and if you've got any real spirit in you, you don't want me to be," he said sharply.
Lillian felt herself sweating. She had never thought of that. Was that why he interested her-because she felt him to be almost as impenetrable in ways as she was? Yes, perhaps that was the basis for the affinity she felt with him. And yes, she did feel an affinity with Yancy. She expressed it in hostile terms at the moment, but only because she had not yet located their affinities. It was all so abstract and abstractions angered Lillian.
"Mr. Jensen, or Yancy if you prefer, I see no excuse for your behavior back at the meeting."
"You don't like to be disagreed with. You've got everybody trained."
"Sir, I wish you would not make accusations of that nature."
"Baby, I am the Shakespearian clown. I speak the truth. You're supposed to laugh. If you don't laugh, well shit," he shrugged his shoulders, "execute me. You're the queen."
His smile, his casual, almost party tone, made the woman smile despite herself. At the slightest upward turn of her lips, Yancy began to cackle. He had an infectious laugh and he used it to its full force.
Lillian was now laughing loudly. The severity of the moment was broken and the relief was amazing. A moment later she was still laughing, although she could no longer recall at what. She stopped laughing abruptly.
"You know, Lillian, I've always found you very attractive," he said. He knew very well that this statement opened him up to scrutiny if Lillian so desired to employ position. She could certainly wish he did not say that, but Yancy was trusting his instinct on this matter. He had a feeling the woman was really horny for him.
She looked shocked for a moment and then lit a cigarette, trying to appear cool. "I'll get the tea now," she said. She got up and walked over the portable stove and Yancy thought he caught a suggestion of coquettishness in the swagger of her hips.
She turned around and faced him, her eyes piercing and forceful. "Come to my apartment tonight, Mr. Jensen," she said.
He got to his feet at once upon hearing this. He was serious now and his eyes told her he meant business.
"You have tea alone, baby, and I'll see you later, around nine," he said before turning and walking out the door.
CHAPTER THREE
Yancy downshifted the old Jag and pulled off the highway at the exit near Lillian Lang's house. He was unfamiliar with this neck of the woods, but was not surprised when he pulled up in front of the address. It looked like the type of home that Lillian Lang would live in. It was a Victorian mansion in miniature with a huge weeping willow on the front lawn. Beside the old house, a brand new Cadillac sat incongruously, its lowered top giving it a sporty, contemporary look. It seemed out of texture with the general atmosphere Yancy was feeling as he parked his car on the dirt drive and walked the fifty yards it took to get him to the front door. He rang the bell and in a few moments Lillian answered, wearing a very tight red dress which clung to her body and exaggerated her ample charms.
Yancy smiled as he walked in, but he could not take his eyes off her generous breasts and pretty buttocks. He had never seen her in anything so hot before. The woman never wore extremely sexy clothes to work. Of course she liked to titillate the sophomores, especially if they were football players with big cocks, but she was a subtle creature when it came to her campus kicks. She took the matter of her reputation too seriously to wear a .dress like she was wearing now to work.
Yancy was silent as the woman led him into the living room where a spread of fruits and cheeses was laid out on a coffee table. There was a bottle of champagne set neck-deep in a sterling silver ice bucket.
Yancy smiled. This was the kind of action he had in mind. In fact, this was exactly what he had been expecting. He was relieved. Lillian successfully threw him. He didn't know what to make of her and he knew even less about what to actually expect when he arrived.
She sat very close to him on the sofa.
"You know you do excite me, Yancy, though I must admit I can't decide why."
"You mean you can't put your finger on it," he said, smiling.
"Something like that," she said, blushing slightly.
He liked it when she blushed. It was somehow an indication to him that she was not always in control of herself. That was a relief. The professional Lillian was obviously a very different creature from the private woman. But Yancy had no way of knowing that yet. At least he could not be sure.
"You know, sometimes a faculty member will make a pass at me, Yancy, and I'll ... Well, let me say that I'm not usually receptive to such passes."
"But?" he asked.
"But as I say, there is something about you."
"I'm certainly glad of that. There's something about you too as well, Lillian, but so far I haven't got it licked."
With that, she blushed deeply and a smile overcame her lips.
Yancy moved swiftly while she was without defenses. He kissed her, his lips covering hers, his tongue moving against her teeth. His hand moved under her dress and very slickly crept under her panties. He began fondling her clitoris as she tried to remove his hand from her crotch.
"What are you doing, Lillian? You know you want it."
"Not yet. Not ... mmmmmm," she let out as he moved his index finger over the lips of her pussy. She spread her legs slightly.
Yancy knew he had her now as her full inner thighs opened and she groaned.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, returning his kiss passionately now, sucking on his tongue.
Yancy felt her own hand move behind her and unzip the dress. She struggled to bring it forward and he helped her, freeing her great breasts. They were big and full and perfectly shaped. In fact they seemed too full to be quite as perky as they were, but there they were, erect and sweet. The nipples were a corkish, strawberry texture which delighted Yancy's lips. He fluttered his tongue on them while his finger massaged the tight walls of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, you're very sweet, baby," he said, moving her legs onto the couch and sliding alongside her. He opened up his pants and extracted his dick. He had no time to start undressing now; she was too horny. The woman obviously needed his prick desperately.
Yancy looked at her mouth. Those full sweet lips-what a pleasure it would be to watch his prick descend between them. But now he had to please her. That way she would be compliant in the future. He moved his prick like a dildo as soon as he mounted her, sliding it between her clitoris and pussy. He held it in his hand so he could direct the hard shaft better. He massaged her clit with his heated phallus until the red-haired woman was sweating and groaning, writhing and tossing in ecstasy under him.
Her lush womanly frame quaked as his prick pushed itself into the lips of her cunt.
"Ohh, please, give it to me! Please!"
She was imploring him to descend, but Yancy held his dick at the lips of her pussy, watching her trembling thighs, looking up toward her heaving breasts. He waited until the look of anticipation was extreme on her face; then his prick descended furiously into her hot, moist snatch.
Yancy could not believe the incredible heat inside her hot female core. She was incredibly tight for a woman of her age, and her skin was incredibly smooth and supple. Yancy had been screwing too many young girls lately, he thought to himself, enjoying the fully-blossomed woman's body that quivered under him. He reached under her and cupped the haughty, full balls of her buttocks, pushing her ass up so that her cunt would be flush with his driving dick.
The woman reached under her and brought a hand up to caress his balls as he fucked her.
"Oh Yancy, give it to me! Give it to me! Oh, let me squeeze you, lover," she said, contracting her snatch muscles around Yancy's throbbing prick.
He could have spurted in a flash, but he was determined to give her a solid ride. He pumped hot dick into her until Lillian's spine tightened and her skin broke out in a mass of perspiration. Her quivering lips and flaring nostrils told him that she was in the midst of a passionate storm of orgasmic release. Her cunt contracted as sexual delirium made her breasts jiggle and her hips rotate furiously.
Yancy held on tightly to the hot, bucking bitch as he continued to descend with his hearty phallus driving into her and filling her up with cock.
Lillian let out a howl and her ankles entwined over Yancy's head. She squeezed him hard as the orgasm peaked and sent hot rivets of ecstasy through her nervous system. She moaned and scratched his back with her fingernails before the pleasure began to melt her and an afterglow enveloped her.
Yancy's hard prick was on the verge of orgasm and as he felt the woman relax under him, he began to shoot into her cunt.
"Ohhh, baby, I love to ride on your hot body," he said, palming her breasts and pushing them up so that he could lick and tongue-whip the taut nipples. He was sucking on her tits as his hot jizz erupted in her cunt.
Lillian could feel his volcanic passion and she contracted her cunt around him sweetly as he ejaculated.
"Mmmmm, baby, that is the way to do it," he let out before kissing her hotly. His body jerked as the last few droplets of jizz sparked out of his prick.
"Whew!" he let out, moving their bodies sideways. He had no idea she was going to be this easy. He thought that Lillian was going to be a tough nut to crack. Of course Yancy had no doubt that he would, in the course of the evening, get his dick in her snatch; he just thought she was going to put him through more games than she did. He felt like complimenting her, but had the feeling that a nonverbal period of time was in order.
He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, and then he passed it to the Chairwoman of the English Department.
Lillian took a drag, exhaling smoke exquisitely through her thin nostrils. She looked up at him and he could tell from the warmth and intimacy of her gaze that a relationship had been sparked this evening. Shit, he thought, now I really have to be fucking careful. But he kept his thoughts to himself as Lillian got to her feet and took his hand.
"My bedroom is a more comfortable place to finish this," she said.
"Good idea," he retorted, following her to her innermost chambers.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next couple of days Yancy kept a very low profile. He did not want to instigate any trouble at school-certainly not. He earned his livelihood there and being a fool there would only cause repercussions throughout his whole life. He was usually a master at staying cool in the midst of a heated affair, but confrontations with Lillian could prove dramatic. Yancy knew that from bits and pieces of information he had picked up about the saucy red-head.
But Yancy was very quick to accept Lillian's invitation to cocktails at a imagine restaurant, paid for naturally by the school's public relations fund. Lillian was tapped right into that little slush fund and used it for such necessities as make-up, having her hair done, buying ski equipment, and learning how to be a more proficient fascist. Of course, Lillian had her good points; she was one hell of a sexy bitch. What did it matter to Yancy if the woman was obsessed with her power? Indeed, it was good for Yancy because the woman liked him. Yes, there was nothing wrong with having a hot bitch like Lillian on his side. Yancy knew this instinctively at once.
So on a Tuesday afternoon, he met her for cocktails. The talk went from education to the quality of firm young flesh available. Yancy of course was very reluctant to talk about the latter, and did so with reserve. Although Lillian was being palsy-walsy, there was no telling when a bitch like her could turn on a man. There was no predicting Lillian at all. Yancy knew this; it was one of the things he dealt with with considerable dexterity. He did not commit himself; he said things that meant nothing. Lillian did not seem to notice when his language suddenly filled up with meaningless phrases designed more to entertain than to voice opinion. If she did know this, it was all right with him. The only thing that wasn't all right with Lillian was being challenged. She did not like to be confronted directly. Yancy would avoid this generally. He would confront her only when he knew he was going to win. With a woman like Lillian, you don't lose once or you're sunk.
Of course knowing this did not make Yancy feel particularly relaxed in the red-head's company. But a few drinks loosened him up and soon they were sitting close, playing footsie under the table.
"You know I enjoy working for you, Lillian, and I always have."
"You know I don't hear that very often," she said, smiling broadly, her sparkling white teeth on display.
"Well, I'm telling you, baby, and it's true. I think you're very efficient."
That was the ultimate compliment as far as Lillian was concerned. She dripped efficiency.
"Why, thank you. I feel the same way about you, Yancy. However, I don't know if you should teach that subversive literature to our students. All that Beat Generation stuff-it's dangerous, don't you understand that?"
"I don't think it's dangerous."
"Don't you understand they listen to that talk and the next thing you know they're smoking marijuana and fucking each other silly."
Yancy smiled. "I have some wonderful marijuana. Maybe we'll smoke it after I fuck you silly."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It's supposed to mean 'Why is it all right for us to fuck each other silly and get drunk or high if we want to and they can't?' It doesn't make sense. They'll think you're a hypocrite unless you do what you tell them to do. Don't you see that?"
"I'm not trying to win any popularity contests around campus," she snapped.
"I can see that, Lillian, but the least you can do, you understand, is treat them like people. I mean you can't fake them for long; they see right through you."
"I don't know if I like this conversation," she said.
"What you mean," he said, "is that you're not up against a yes-man."
Lillian frowned. Of course she knew that the bulk of her relationships at school were people who yessed her to death. She liked the fact that Yancy didn't. She liked the fact that while he did not usually confront her so directly, he did at least express a certain amount of healthy diversity in his opinion. Not so with the other faculty members; they would cower and yes her into the ground. Maybe she should learn how to cool herself out, she mused, at least for Yancy. Yes, he was me type of man who would make it worth her while.
"Well, Yancy, I suppose everybody's got their philosophy about teaching. I don't see why mine would be any better than yours. But please, don't let it come to my attention; it makes me nervous."
"Why the hell should it make you nervous?"
"Because the English department is my responsibility. Now I have a certain mode of operation; I can understand that you don't want to follow that mode, but do understand my point. It makes me nervous to have someone blatantly fuck around with my orders; it makes me feel like I'm not being effective at my job."
"But don't you see how absurd that is."
"But don't you see how it doesn't matter?" Stalemate.
"Hey, baby, let's go for a ride in my Jag," he said. "I feel like getting high and screwing around."
"Well, if you'd really like to, I suppose we could," she said.
"Yes, I'd really like to. I'd really like to very much. These fucking restaurants bore me sometimes."
"Well, if you're in the mood for a prance, I suppose we could do that."
They got up after Yancy paid the bill and went into the parking lot. Yancy put the top down on the Jag and as soon as Lillian was seated inside, he pulled a tightly-rolled marijuana cigarette out of the glove compartment. He lit it and offered the smoldering stick to the red-head who declined it.
"Just good clean fun. Most of your students are hip to it; I see no reason whyi you shouldn't be."
"I just seem to be inhibited with marijuana. I've smoked it a few times. Goodness knows, it was the intellectual thing to do back when I was a girl."
"You're still a girl," he said, "and a hot one." He winked at her as he started the Jag and rolled slowly out of the lot. He was feeling good now-the wind on his face, the night approaching. Sunset always made Yancy feel romantic. He felt Lillian's hand drop to his leg. The red-head began to fondle his thigh and he instinctively turned the car toward his pad.
Within twenty minutes they were parking in front of his pad and Yancy was putting up the top.
"I do love to watch you do physical labor, Yancy. You could have been a great longshoreman or something; you have the perfect body for it."
"Who are you bullshitting?" Yancy said. He was wiry; far from well-muscled, although during his peak days before he had settled into a life of luxury and relative inactivity, he had been rather well-built.
"Listen, Lillian, I think I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I think you need it."
Lillian was about to agree with him when she suddenly got insulted. Was he being condescending, she wondered.
"Well, Yancy, I don't see why I would need it any more than you."
"What the hell's the difference, baby? Let's go."
Giggling and yelping, the woman allowed herself to be escorted into the elevator. She felt his hot lips cover hers and his hands moved up to fondle her big breasts as the elevator ascended.
As soon as Yancy got her inside, he began removing her clothes. Her big, strawberry-capped tits fit nicely in his palms and he fondled them hotly.
"Baby, let me string my hammock up. You're going to dig this."
"Ooh, sounds exciting; I never balled on a hammock."
"You never made it on a hammock? "Take this in," Yancy said, getting up and getting his rope hammock out of the closet. He strung it very quickly between two hooks, and the haughty red-head sat down on it, a broad, lazy smile playing over her face as Yancy spread her legs and set her butt hanging over the edge.
"This is the perfect position, baby. I'm going to stick it in so deep you're going to feel it coming out the other end."
"Don't threaten me," she said haughtily, lifting her legs high and placing them on Yancy's shoulders.
Yancy let his hard dick slide up and down, smoothing the hairs on Lillian's pussy. In a few moments, a few droplets of lube appeared on the tip of his dick and they quickly disappeared in her red-haired thicket. Yancy groaned as the girl closed her legs and caught his prick between her milky, freckled thighs. He groaned as her hand came down and she started to massage his dick hotly. She felt it pulse as she rubbed it with her skillful palm.
"Oh, Yancy, I love the way it pulses in my hand."
"I love the way it pulses in your mouth and pussy even more," he said.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned. "Give it to me. Give it to me right now!"
"You got it, baby!" he said. He knew his dick was already moist enough to slide into her, so he wasted no further time. His hard cock pushed into her warm female opening, and he penetrated her to the hilt. His hard pulsing phallus parted her moist female tissue. She moaned and sobbed, lost in total enjoyment.
"Oh, Yancy, fuck me!" she groaned, her body quaking weightlessly on the hammock.
Yancy watched her pale neck as she threw her head back. Her red curly hair spread out and hung down almost to the floor. He felt her moist tissue contract tightly around his dick and he almost had an orgasm. But Yancy was in the mood to control himself; he wanted this hot fuck to go on all night. He wished he had some cocaine to rub on his dick to turn it into a non-ejaculating fucking machine. But he had a great deal of confidence in his self-control. He would be able to cool himself out and fuck this bitch cool and sweet. A slow-moving, smooth pimp-screwing he'd give her one she'd remember for ever and ever-one she'd come back for whenever she got hungry for dick.
"Oohhhhh," she groaned as his hot cock throbbed deep in her womb.
"Mmmmmm, baby, I love to watch your big tits bounce. Give me that hot oven! Squeeze me!"
"Ooohhhhhhh," she groaned, her eyes rolling out of focus, her nostrils flaring. Her mouth opened wide and her quivering lips tried to form words, but she was too far gone. She could only moan low in her throat.
Yancy continued pumping his hot dick in and out of her pussy, moving up and down on her dancing female carriage. He was not in the mood to orgasm inside her. No, he wanted to give her all he had to give first. This hot bitch was really ripe for some action. He wanted to make Lillian his slave, his hot-to-trot slave. Yes, that would improve his standing at work and add considerably to his entertainment hours.
The woman was approaching orgasm and Yancy knew it. He could feel her spine tighten; he could feel her legs buck and kick. Her fingernails dug into his back as her whole body quaked with orgasmic rhapsody.
Yancy groaned as her pulsing cunt tightened around him, but he held onto his jizz even through the heat of her explosion. Yes, he contained himself; he wanted this to go on for a little more time-enough time for him to turn her over and ride on the balls of Lillian's haughty buttocks; that was indeed a kick. Yes, that way he could feel her big breasts suspended from her bosom. Yes, a kick indeed.
After the woman's orgasm, Yancy asked her to please turn over on her belly. He contracted the hammock so that her big breasts hung free of the ropes. Then Yancy moved behind her arid began poking his hot dick around in her red-haired delta.
"Ooooohhh," she groaned as her haughty rump-cakes tightened.
Yancy lubricated the crack of her ass-hole with some pearly drops and then began pushing his dick into her.
"Ooooooohhhhh," she groaned, her body tightening.
"Loosen up, baby. If you loosen up it won't hurt at all."
Lillian loosened her buttocks and all of a sudden Yancy's dick moved deep inside her. The pain startled her, then all at once his hand moved under her and began massaging her clitoris and pussy. The pain and pleasure mingled exquisitely.
"Yoooowwwwweeeee!! " she let out, yelping and bucking, her quaking, quivering flesh sweating and glistening. Yancy was giving her a stout ass-fucking now, not even slowing down as she winced and writhed under him. He felt her hot ass-hole contract around his dick and he pulsed deep inside her. He continued massaging her clitoris and pussy, knowing full well that this hand-jive was what was keep-her dancing under him.
"Ooooohhhh, I love that hard cock," she moaned. It was interesting, Lillian mused, being fucked with a dick in the ass and a finger in the cunt. Yes, it was truly exquisite. The blending of sensations was absolutely heavenly.
Yancy's hard cock pulsed; it was heating up rapidly. She had the feeling he was going to explode inside her at any moment and she tried to encourage this by tightening her ass-hole around him.
But Yancy's control was dramatic at this point. He would not lose his deluge so quickly. He would make this hot woman work for it if she wanted to get him off.
"Oh, fuck me, Lillian! I want to feel those great ass-cakes under me for a half-hour."
"You'll wear me out," she said.
"Yes," he said, bending down and biting her pale shoulder. He gave her a few hickies on her smooth, even skin, then concentrated on the feeling his dick was receiving.
Being surrounded by her tight anus was a thrill indeed. Lillian had the perfect bottom for a sound fucking-high, round, generous cakes that quivered easily and provided a man with something to hold onto as well as something to sink his dick into. Yes, those big, round womanly hips were a thrill to put his wide palms around.
The bucking girl took off like a bronco, her haughty female carriage expressing the exquisite torment she was receiving.
"Come in my ass, Yancy. Oh, please come in my ass!" she said. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
Suddenly Yancy's fingers massaged the girl into a peak of sexual delirium. She gasped and groaned as her sensual carriage shook in an orgiastic storm of sensations. She began to sob softly as the pleasure shot through her, jolted her, made her almost pass out.
Her tormentor was still riding her hard, refusing to come. Yancy's hard dick felt like a foam dildo inside her. How come he didn't shoot his load? She had never heard of a man holding on through an orgasm of hers before. Her bucking and kicking and storming usually got to them; this guy was something else indeed. He was probably the most qualified fucker in the English department, she thought to herself.
As Yancy continued to fuck the haughty red-head's ass, he moved his fingers up. His right hand now palmed her two big breasts while his left hand continued to massage her pussy and clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh!" she groaned.
"Oh, you got it!" he said. "Now move those haughty rump cakes for me again."
Her left cake went up in the air; then it descended and the right cake went up. Soon
Lillian was dancing under him again as he massaged her clitoris and finger-fucked her. Now her ass was really contracting around his dick as she tried everything to make him come.
"Baby, that is good," he said, "but I'm going to hold on."
"Oh, come! Come!! "
"When I'm ready," he insisted, continuing to ride her mercilessly. His hard dick throbbed in her ass-hole.
"Please come! Please! Please!! "
He moved his two hands up now and palmed her big tits, holding the great jugs gleefully and fondling them with lustful hunger. His hard dick pulsed hot jizz out and the sweet orgasm lined her tightest orifice.
Lillian's dancing became extreme as she felt his hot release, as it finally ejaculated into her.
"Oooohhhh, I love your hot dick," she said. She felt the warmth of his dick tingle through her body. It was a magnetic warmth, one that truly swept her away. She felt totally inflamed by the orgasmic heat he threw off.
When he was done coming, his jerking, twitching body relaxed on her haughty frame. He told her that she was a truly sweet fuck and the red-head was very pleased with this evaluation. She cooed and sighed under him, telling him further that he could expect a very light schedule from now on.
"I want you to be in good shape for things more important than your work load, Yancy."
"What is that supposed to mean?" he said.
"It means I think I want you for my very private and personal assistant. I haven't had a faculty assistant since I fired Mr. Rugby."
"Yes, I remember the poor sap. All he wanted to do was kiss your ass and you didn't let him."
"Exactly. I'm tired of all those yes-men that tickle up to me. I need somebody who has his own opinion. I need you."
"But you and I-I mean, Lillian, our opinions are so different. I would threaten all your theories and you would probably not want to hear mine."
"Yes, this is true, but think of all the nice conferences we could have late at night in my apartment."
"Yes, we could have fun together, but why call it a faculty assistant? Why not just call it a nice relationship?"
Lillian frowned. She didn't know the answer to that. After thinking about it for a moment, she just decided that she was so used to her power role that she thought she could only attain things through the use of it.
Yes, that was why she tried to win him that way. She smiled, realizing that she didn't have to win him. She had already won him. Yancy liked to fuck her. That meant that he would be doing it more often. Lillian was pleased. She smiled. He was good for her at this point in her life; he relieved so many of her frustrations.
Yancy moved out of her slowly and stood up. It was cool in the apartment with a slow, southern breeze creeping in through the open window. Yancy told the red-head that he'd get her a towel, and then proceeded to go into the bathroom. He came back with two terry-cloth towels and he wrapped one around the girl's shivering body. She was still on the hammock, only sprawled on it now, loving the weightless feeling as her body rocked softly.
Yancy had turned on some soft music and the feeling of rocking combined with the music sent her into an enchanted realm. She felt absolutely marvelous.
He began to scratch her back, his fingernails moving over the smoothness of her flesh. The girl wriggled and giggled softly, loving the sweet sensual way her man was treating her.
His dick was still hard and Yancy wanted to use it a few more times. He wanted her pussy and he wanted her mouth. He continued to scratch her back for a while until she was utterly relaxed; then he picked up the haughty red-head and carried her off into his bedroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
Yancy waited until the students had filed in and settled down in his afternoon English class. He was in a very good mood; knowing how solid he was with Lillian made him feel very secure at his job. And having Rochelle, the haughty brunette young girl follow him around, panting like a bitch in heat, flattered his ego. Yancy had to admit he was being very smooth of late. He had more than enough pussy and had set himself up for a very easy work-load next term. He was being rewarded for his lack of virtues. It seemed somehow justifiable. Yes, the whole upside-down thing seemed like it made sense, oddly enough. Yancy had buffed Lillian good. He deserved a lighter work-load. He did not know, however, how he was going to handle the haughty red-head's requests to use him as her faculty assistant. It seemed rather like a subservient position and he did not want to be converted into one of her yes-men. No indeed, he wouldn't allow it to happen. He would quit before that happened. Yancy was nobody's yes-man. Anyway, he had a popular novel published. Nobody would fuck with him; he was relatively sure of that. Of course, Lillian could make life hell for him if she wanted him to quit. She could give him terrible schedules and hound him with the worst classes. Yes, there was a way to make a teacher resign, even a well-paid teacher who liked his work. And Yancy truly did like his work. That was what he was thinking as he put out his cigarette and began the class. It was a good task. The academic life allowed him to be around young people all the time-young people who were thinking-and Yancy liked that. They were always challenging his ideas, always making him re-think his thoughts. Yancy enjoyed that kind of challenge, unlike most tyrannical professors. Yes, Yancy was a far cry from the average. And perhaps this quality, this hipness to what was really happening, was what threw so much moist young pussy at Yancy. For there was no doubt about it; Yancy didn't have to go looking for it. It all happened to him. It all came at him, just like the auburn-haired beauty in the second row was coming to him now with her big, wide, sparkling, dark eyes. He looked down at the seating cards and saw that her name was Juliann Jones-what a pretty girl, he mused. He had no pet in this class yet. In the early English class, Rochelle was the winner, hands down. He always complimented her when she answered a question correctly, and when she did not, he encouraged her and even gave her information. Of course, he .was like that with most of his students, but with Rochelle he overdid it a bit. He tried to cool himself, but as much as he tried, something, some flicker of his affection for the girl, showed through.
But in this class, Yancy had been relatively cool. Of course, it helped that before the afternoon class he often dropped in on Lillian and had the haughty red-head spread her legs and prop her butt on the edge of her desk. That way he could sink his dick into her and give her a nice quickie. Lillian encouraged this. She called it consultation and said that a great deal of it was necessary if she was to run her department with vibrance. Yancy agreed with this. Since he had been screwing Lillian, she had been acting obviously different. Even the other faculty members noticed that Lillian Lang had mellowed out. She was still the haughty bitch she always was, but less frequently. She walked the corridors with a pleased smile on her face, and when she bumped into another teacher from the English department, she was generally cordial and even warm. That was a switch.
Many of the teachers decided quietly and among themselves that Lillian was getting it regular from someone. She was a new woman. The word was out and the verdict was guilty, but they didn't know exactly what she was guilty of. Of course, they suspected that Lillian was having an affair with Yancy-the two of them seemed kind of close lately. In fact, Yancy had been recently appointed Lillian's faculty assistant. This position alone caused somewhat of a murmur, but of course there was nothing anyone could do about it. No one could defy Lillian or even ask her what the fuck she was doing. She was the undisputed queen of the English department, and Yancy was in a spot too. Yes, it was enviable; he was being paid as a visiting professor and yet his job was secure. It was just fortunate that he had published that novel and made a name for himself, otherwise he would have been out on his ass a long time ago.
They all knew that Yancy occasionally had affairs with students. That was, nobody knew it for sure, but everyone had heard the word. The girls in various English classes had formed a mystique, a mythology if you will, around Yancy. It was said that he was one down fucker with a cock just as slick as his command of literature. Yes, that was what the girls heard about Yancy even before they laid eyes on him. That was what Juliann had heard just last period in the cafeteria. Now her big, dark eyes took in the sharply-dressed, rather handsome man before her. Juliann had always been attracted to older men. They seemed to exhibit such confidence, such total sureness. This impressed her. They seemed in control of their environment which was in direct contrast to the young boys in her immediate peer group. She let her eyes play with his until she was sure that he was looking back at her. She felt herself blush. Her olive skin darkened in color, but Juliann put her head down, allowing her auburn hair to fall over her face slightly. She did this for privacy and to ignite the mystique she knew she contained. Juliann knew herself to be a beautiful young, girlish woman. At eighteen, she was already fully-blossomed with sweetly-bloomed breasts and rounding, haughty hips. Her long legs led to a round but tight olive-colored rump.
The twin symmetrical balls were set high and were perfectly formed. Her face was absolutely exquisite. She had long thin eyelashes which set off her dark marble eyes. Her skin was a smooth, flawless olive color and her lips and gums were dark, almost plum-colored. The girl's teeth were white and sparkling, looking almost magical as they peeked from behind her lushly-textured full lips. The girl's mouth was an extremely erotic area and Yancy found himself looking at her with more and more concentration.
"What did you think of the reading assignment, class?" Yancy asked.
He had had the class read Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. It was not quite his favorite poem or his favorite poet, but he used Frost sometimes to lubricate the class' interest. Frost was an accessible poet; he was someone that people read and understood with very little difficulty. The poem he had selected was one he knew would inspire students.
Nobody made a comment right away. He looked around the room and not one hand went up, so Yancy decided to call on someone. He kept his eyes out of the seating book and just picked a face. The young man that he selected rose to his feet and said that the poem was very definitely a celebration of nature.
"Explain," Yancy said, lighting a cigarette.
"Well, the poet stops in the woods to look at the beautiful forest all covered with snow."
"Does that make it a nature poem?" Yancy asked.
"Well, obviously the poet appreciates nature or he wouldn't have stopped."
"Any other comments?" Yancy said after complimenting the young man on his insight.
There were no other comments. The class was slow getting off the ground. Yancy frowned. Then he called on Juliann. He looked at her hopefully. "What do you have to say, young lady?"
"I would tend to agree. I think it's a celebration of nature in a way," Juliann said reluctantly. He had to move closer to hear what she was saying. He took on the sweet softness of her olive skin, the high perfection of her cheekbones. The girl was exquisite.
Yancy felt his heart flutter. He had to turn away from her.
"Anybody see the other side of this?"
The class began to elaborate. People took wild guesses, but nobody came up with what Yancy was getting at.
"Look, class, why would the poet cover the woods up with pristine snow if he considered them already perfect? Don't you see? He is not praising nature; he is doing the opposite. He is saying that nature is so totally zooch, that the only way to make it beautiful is to cover it with snow."
The class seemed shocked. "But understand what nature is, class. It's not just walking through green fields; it's also survival of the fittest, as Darwin put it. It's one species living off another, and the strongest one gets to continue. There's more to nature than flowers, class. And Frost, being a most sensitive poet, knew this. Of course, his appreciation for nature was there. Obviously it was a fascination with nature that caused him to write the poem. But he chose to cover the woods; he chose to see them free of the flaws resident to a natural habitat. Are there any questions?"
"Wow!" Juliann said. "I never would have come up with that interpretation."
The fact that the girl exclaimed this out loud made a few students sitting around her giggle slightly.
But Yancy was pleased. The girl was deeply moved by the poem and by his interpretation of it. He had the feeling they would somehow be able to form a relationship-this haughty girl and he. Yes, he had room on his great calendar for another pretty woman.
Always room for one more.
After the class, Juliann lingered in her seat until the other students filed out of the room.
Yancy lit a cigarette and looked down at some papers on his desk, pretending not to notice as the haughty auburn-haired young beauty jiggled her goods over to his desk.
"That was very interesting, Mr. Jensen. I must say I never would have interpreted that poem in quite that way. You must have a great deal of sensitivity to poetry."
"Actually, it's just a question of prolonged effort, my dear. What most people call genius is simply concentrated effort over a long period of time. There is no magic involved-just a certain amount of discipline or compulsiveness."
Juliann almost gasped. She was indeed impressed with this strange studly teacher's rhetoric. She found herself enchanted with his eyes, with his strange and yet logical talk. She had the feeling he could hold deep powers over her, and that impressed her. It wasn't everyday that she met a man who made her feel this way. He was stronger than she; his power was greater than hers. She felt embryonic in his presence.
"Do you like poetry a great deal, Juliann?" he asked her, offering her a cigarette.
The girl took the cigarette nervously and stuck her pretty chin out while he held his Zippo lighter for her.
"I like poetry a great deal," she said, exhaling smoke daintily through her thin nostrils.
"Do you ever write any?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I write quite a bit of poetry. I like to write and I find myself just doing it sometimes. It keeps me loose, you know? I mean, sometimes I get all..." She paused.
"Constipated," he said, giving her the word.
"Yes, exactly. Constipated-but in my head."
They both giggled and Juliann's smile made Yancy's heart flutter again. What a beautiful chick! In-fucking-credible!
Juliann wore a short pleated skirt which really ignited her rounded hips. Her blouse was open on top and he could see the line of her cleavage and the tops of her breasts which jiggled gently as she giggled. But still, it was her mouth that attracted him most-those sweet, full, lushly-textured lips and their dark, natural color. Juliann wore no make-up anywhere. She needed none. Her olive skin was too beautiful to alter, and her lips needed no lipstick to be beautiful and erotic. He found himself unable to look at her without feeling an immense physical reaction.
His prick was bulging. He was glad he was sitting down; his pants were rather loose and he knew they'd stick up like a tent if he got to his feet. He tapped a cigarette out of his pack nervously as Juliann began talking about what a great teacher he was. Yancy loved to hear this kind of shit when it came from a pretty girl. He tried his best not to look too affected as she praised him up and down, as she flattered him in every way she could.
He smiled at her finally.
"Why, thank you for saying all those nice things to me. I'm glad I'm igniting your interest in poetry."
"Well, it's absolutely true. Why, I feel like going home and writing a poem right now."
"That's great; absolutely wonderful."
"Mr. Jensen, why don't..."
"Please call me Yancy, Juliann. It isn't necessary to call me Mr. Jensen. It makes me feel like an old man."
"Yes, I know," the girl said. She blushed. The first day of class she had called him "Professor" and he did not seem pleased with it. From now on she would call him Yancy.
"But does that apply to classroom situations?" Juliann said. "I mean, can I call you Yancy in the classroom?"
He thought about it for a moment and then nodded his head affirmatively. He had nothing to worry about from Lillian. Even if she knew he was putzing around with a student, she would soon be cooled out. Yancy knew that between his tongue and his dick he could cool that red-headed bitch out at any moment. He no longer feared a great scandal and felt freer to fuck around with whatever young girl he wanted to. He looked at the auburn-haired girl and suddenly wanted to. He knew it wouldn't take much. Her hand was resting on his desk and he put his over hers for a moment.
The girl's blushing caused her color to darken immediately and Yancy smiled. He knew he was affecting her. "You're very pretty, Juliann. Why don't you come over to my apartment and read me some of your poetry?"
Juliann had a great deal of trouble looking up into his eyes, but when she finally did it was lust that was written across her mischievous orbs.
"Yes, Yancy. Give me your address," she said in a husky tone.
Yancy wrote his address on a piece of paper and handed it to the very pretty auburn-haired girl. "Eight-thirty, nine o'clock," he said. "Do you have a car?"
She nodded her head affirmatively. "Great. I'll see you then."
"Yes," she said.
Yancy got up and the girl took his arm as they walked to the door of the classroom. She wanted to kiss him, but knew he would get nervous. After all, he was a teacher, she reminded herself.
They were going in different directions and once they hit the corridor they bid farewell, but not for long. Their eyes lingered a moment and a bolt of electricity seemed to pass between them.
* * *
Juliann was a virgin. Although she was eighteen years old, she had never even had a finger in her pussy let alone a hard prick. Of course she was impatient and did not want to hold onto her virginity any longer. It was just that lately she had not met the right man-the man who could deflower her with sensitivity, with the right amount of tasteful sweetness. Yancy seemed like such a creature. He was macho in his ways, but he was also sensitive. Yes, sensitive enough to read poetry and understand it. He was her idea of what a first lover should be and for this reason he was to receive her cherry.
She dabbed some of her mother's perfume between her ample breasts and wore a flesh-toned bra that lifted her perky tits even higher on her olive-skinned bosom. Her nipples were dark, corkish buttons which stood off the sweet caps of her tits. She pinched them slightly and looked down at them as they became fully erect. She was in the mood to dress sexy tonight. After all, this was going to be the end of her maiden's era. And how welcome that end would be, she thought to herself as she dabbed a Q-tip in perfume and moved the cotton along her inner thighs slowly. She wanted to smell like a rose. She wanted him to adore her, to put his mouth to her virginal cunt and suck her pussy.
For years people had been telling Juliann how beautiful she was. Now she was going to use that beauty. She had almost lost her virginity at sixteen, but the young man she had decided to give it to did not please her once the action started. She had let him feel her budding breasts and move his hand over her skirt, but somewhere along the line the heat vanished, and when he tried to get under her panties with his fingers, Juliann had stopped him. The young man had gotten pissed and walked out on her, and Juliann had decided it was just as well. She had not had any real sexual encounters since then, except for a date last summer who insisted that she suck his prick. Juliann had done it, but the young man had not reciprocated in any way and she thought him rather selfish.
The young man had pumped his jizz into her mouth and made her drink it down, but then he had not rewarded her. He made absolutely no attempt to put his tongue to her pussy's lips. That was what she had expected. Man, was she disappointed!
But she had the feeling that this hot stud, this wonderful professor of English she was going to see tonight, would not disappoint her. She had the feeling he would give it to her exactly where she needed it most.
The girl ran a brush through her auburn hair. Her sexiness was apparent now as she looked in the full-length mirror that decorated her parents' bedroom. She took in the lines of her long, stalky legs. She admired the hot sweetness of her face. Oh, that mouth, she thought to herself, licking her lips. How beautiful I am!
She smiled and for a moment it struck her that her face changed greatly when her teeth were showing in a smile. Yes, she looked like a different person but just as beautiful. Juliann unbuttoned her blouse just enough so that her haughty tits would show a little. She was glad her parents were not home; that would allow her to leave looking sexy and without being noticed.
She got into the car her father bought her for her eighteenth birthday and started it quickly. She was in a hurry now, her cunt anxious for experience.
* * *
Juliann's sweet, supple body seemed to ripple and bulge underneath her clothes. She announced immediately that her maidenhead was still intact and that she was not joking about this rather serious matter.
"Are you sure you want to...? "
"Positively sure," Juliann said.
She stepped out of her clothes gracefully, in time to the slow jazz that was pumped in through Yancy's stereo system. Yancy watched with widening eyes as the girl's olive-skinned, voluptuous carriage became fully visible to him. Her breasts were truly magnificent, generous, and yet high and perky on her bosom. They were capped by taut, olive-colored buttons. Perfectly sweet nipples stood erect off the globes of her tits. The girl managed to look at him, her dark eyes sparkling, glistening with both lust, and incongruously enough, a maiden's modesty.
"You are beautiful," he commented. The girl's dark curly hair hung down to the high balls of her buttocks in the back and when she brought it around it formed a fine veil through which her haughty breasts peeked out.
"Move your hair back, Juliann. I want to see those very pretty tits."
Juliann had been using her hair to hide behind momentarily, but when she heard his voice she realized there was no hiding from this man. He would not permit it. She scooped her wavy dark hair behind her shoulders, freeing her breasts to his sight.
Yancy's appraising eyes took in the smooth suppleness of the girl's skin. What a treasure, he thought to himself.
She walked over to him slowly, moistening her lips, looking directly into his eyes.
Yancy had never been quite so ignited by a girl before, even kissing her. This young, moist maiden was throwing him the most exquisite pictures. She drew her hands around him at once and he moaned as her fingers came down curiously on his hardened penis.
Yancy slid out of his robe at once. He embraced the girl and kissed her hotly on her dark, sweet mouth.
"Mmmmm," Juliann let out low in her throat. Her thin, finely-sculptured nostrils flared as Yancy's tongue darted into her mouth, as his hard prick bulged against her dewy maiden's delta.
The girl was more than voluptuous; she was just a slight bit on the chunky side, but it was a sweet chunkiness and so perky. Her skin was tight and her body well-proportioned, and the extra flesh just added to her sensuality. Her generous hips and breasts were extremely exciting.
"The bedroom, Juliann," he said, leading her directly into his bedroom. Yancy had intended to wine her a little and entertain her with some poetic interpretations. He knew the girl had a taste for poetry, but it seemed like her passion was as high-pitched as his at this point. This pleased Yancy.
Once in the bedroom, he had no trouble laying the girl down and moving beside her. Her body did not tense until his hand covered the dewy dark hairs of her delta. Instead of spreading her legs wide, she clamped them shut.
That motion excited Yancy, reminding him that she was, after all, a tender young virgin.
"Baby, you don't have to worry," he said softly in her ear. He followed the words with a wet tongue, licking and lapping in her ear as she cooed and groaned sweetly. His finger moved over the lush fullness of her mouth and he felt her pink tongue come out and tickle it.
"Oh, baby, you are going to be one beautiful lover."
"Do you really think so?" she said curiously.
He nodded his head affirmatively. So, she was insecure. This beautiful, sweet woman was unsure of herself. Well, that would not last long. Soon she would realize what a total beauty she was. Then she would be totally impossible to please. Yancy was lucky, he mused. He had her while she was still eager to please.
"Let me part your legs, honey. You have to loosen up," he said, trying to pry her legs open with a minimum of force.
Juliann realized she would get nowhere by fighting him. She allowed his fingers to settle on the lips of her pussy. Slowly, but surely, she felt one finger begin to delve inside her virginal cunt.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, "I'm afraid." She tightened her legs suddenly.
Yancy did not move his finger out, but he did not attempt to push it in any more. He kissed her and let a finger flutter over her clitoris.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned, beginning to hump his finger. Yancy was delighted. He'd sparked something off in her. She seemed to have a very sensitive little clicker.
"I'm going to just play around outside you for a while, baby. You're too nervous for me to enter," he said.
Yancy proceeded to do exactly as he said, massaging her clitoris as Juliann began humping, her broad womanly hips moving in slow but determined circles.
Her mouth popped open and her lips quivered. Juliann's eyes rolled out of focus as she felt wave upon wave of intense pleasure jostle her body.
The girl broke out in a cool sweat, her olive skin beginning to glisten. Yancy could not resist touching the corkish tautness of her nipples. He loved the way her tit-caps felt, rolled between his fingers.
"Mmmmm, baby," he said, "I love your big, sweet tits. Juliann, you are one pretty bitch."
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, not even able to hear him. She was in another world. The shocks of pleasure were unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Yancy could feel her pussy growing more and more moist, but still he did not feel like trying to stick his dick in her. No, Juliann deserved better treatment than that.
Yancy had been sucking on her tits, but he moved his mouth slowly down over her olive-skinned belly, letting his head lodge slowly between the long olive stalks of her legs. He let his fingers part the lips of her pussy only slightly and began digging his tongue into her hot female core.
"YIPES!" she groaned, digging her nails into his back as his tongue penetrated her.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned, holding the balls of her buttocks in his palms and lapping furiously at her cunt. He could feel her maiden's wall with his tongue. His dick would have no trouble pushing past that, he thought. But first he wanted her to want it. Yes, he wanted her to need his dick in her. He wanted her to need it so bad that she would not be afraid of the pain. Only then would the pain be transcended; only then would Juliann's first experience be magnificent.
Yancy wanted nothing less for the girl. He knew that if he could provide her with that sweet thing every girl wants-the perfect fuck-she would be back again and again. He could add Juliann to his mounting roster. Yes, Lillian and Rochelle were becoming rather commonplace to Yancy lately. He looked at the beautiful olive-skinned girl as she moaned and wriggled under the whipping severity of his tongue. Her cunt was hungry now; he could taste her juicy hunger. His face glistened with the girl's moist pussy-dew as he lifted his head out of her crotch.
Yancy cupped her big breasts and pushed them up so he could suck on them. He held the nipples close together so he could alternate his hot tongue-whipping over the taut corkish buttons.
"Now," he said, his cock sliding from her clit, over the lips of her pussy, back to the button of her ass-hole. He moved his cock between her legs with expert skill, igniting the girl even further.
Juliann's eyes widened. She looked up at him imploringly. "Please come inside me," she moaned.
Yes, he thought to himself, she was ready. He slid his dick's throbbing tip into the very lips of her cunt and when he saw her eyes widen, when he felt her spine tighten, he pushed his hard dick in further.
"Oohhhhhhhhh," Juliann groaned as the penetrating penis pierced her maiden's wall. He had pushed his dick into her hard, lifting the sweet stalks of her legs at the very same time. The effect had been splendid. Juliann's agony lasted no longer than a split-second and then the ecstasy began mounting.
"Oooohhhh," she groaned as Yancy's hard prick throbbed deep in her cunt.
"Mmmmm," he let out, his eyes closed, his mind concentrating solely on the exquisite tightness of her cunt. The woman in her was emerging. Yancy opened his eyes and looked at a woman's body, and yet it felt like he was in a young girl's snatch. Yes, he was, he reminded himself-a young girl's virgin snatch. His cock pulsed and the girl's mouth opened in excitement. She was breathing heavily, her big breasts heaving.
"Oooohhh, bitch, I love your hot cunt," he said. "It is so sweet and tight."
"Mmmmmmmm," she let out as Yancy's hard piston began moving up and down, in and out of her tight snatch.
"Contract your cunt around my dick, honey. Squeeze me."
"Mmmmm," she said as she began experimenting with her vaginal muscles. She found that she could make his dick pulse just by giving it a little squeeze. Not only could she make it throb and pulse, but she could heat it up. She loved the way the hot phallus seemed to make her entire pussy glow.
"Oh, that feels so good, Yancy. I love your prick. Mmmmmm," she let out, her big hips rolling, her flanks quivering. The girl's hot breasts crushed against Yancy's hairy chest as his weight descended on her. He felt their bodies stuck together by a moist layer of sweat. It seemed unreasonable that he was in possession of such a beautiful young girl. Yes, a girl with a woman's body, and so eager to please him; he could sense that. She cupped her big breasts and fed them up to his hungry mouth.
"Mmmmm, baby, have you ever had an orgasm?"
"I think so," she said, referring to a strange tingling feeling that had just taken place in her cunt.
Yancy began doing push-ups on top of Juliann's sweating frame, his dick moving in and out with mounting rhythmic heat.
Soon Juliann was reaching a yelping, gasping peak of pleasure, the---likes of which she had not even imagined before. She could not focus her eyes; her nostrils flared. She felt totally disoriented as bolts of pleasure tightened her spine and made her limbs twitch frantically.
"Ooohhhh! Yes! YES!" she said, lifting her legs. She locked her ankles behind Yancy's back and pushed down, driving his dick deep into her hot snatch. She held his cock inside her cunt as her moist female core began twitching in spasms of sexual delirium.
Juliann's orgasm caused her to yelp and cry. Tears rolled down her olive cheeks. She dug her nails into Yancy's tender skin as the orgasm peaked violently.
Yancy felt her cunt tighten around his dick and he began to fear losing control. He could hold on through the tightness of her cunt, but the sight of Juliann's olive-colored breasts bouncing hotly under him was too much. He scooped up the sweet love-globes and parted them. He moved his head between her breasts and pushed her big tits together on his ears. He was licking at the moistness of her cleavage as his dick began exploding in her cunt.
"Oh, Juliann," he groaned, looking up suddenly so he could gaze into her moist eyes as he shot his hot jizz into her virginal snatch.
The girl's back tightened and she clasped him madly as his orgasm made him twitch and moan. He kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth as the hot sweet sauce continued to ejaculate into Juliann's very sweet snatch.
Yancy finished ejaculating in her, but he did not make any attempt to move his dick out. He had never experienced such a tight cunt. And he thought Rochelle was tight!
This girl's snatch was as tight as Rochelle's ass-hole. It was strange; Juliann seemed too voluptuous to have such an exquisitely detailed cunt. He could feel the warm crevices in her moist female tissue.
His dick pulsed inside her and his spine tightened.
"Oh, that was absolutely wonderful, Juliann."
"Yes, I liked that," Juliann said. She began sobbing softly and he comforted her, moving them onto their sides so that the weight of his body would no longer press against her tender flesh. He sucked and lapped on her nipples and she held his head in her hand. "That felt so sweet," she let out softly.
"Yes it did, Juliann."
"I hardly felt any pain, and it was all over so quick. It was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me."
"That's exactly the way I want you to feel, Juliann," he said, stroking curly hair from her forehead. Her skin glistened with a layer of sweat which Yancy felt compelled to lick off. He moved out of her cunt and turned her on her belly.
"Now perk up your butt," he said, lifting her knees so that Juliann's ample buttocks protruded upward.
Yancy began licking at the cleavage between Juliann's butt cakes. He watched the hot jizz ooze out of her cunt as his tongue began working softly on the hot button of Juliann's ass-hole.
A hand came around the girl and palmed her two jiggling breasts. Another hand moved under her belly and slid down to the dewy area of her cunt and clit. Yancy began massaging her clitoris again, this time while his hot tongue delved around her ass-hole.
Juliann was clearly in ecstasy. Her body danced and gyrated with pre-orgasmic heat. Yancy continued to massage her clitoris and lick her ass-hole until once again Juliann was a volcano in his arms. He held onto her, watching this beautiful young girl in the midst of orgasm. It was a sight to see. Her brow arched in an expression of total exquisite pleasure. Her mouth popped open; her big breasts seemed to jiggle and quiver.
"Oh, Yancy," she said. "Yesssssssss!" Her dark lips came up over glistening, perfect teeth as her eyes squinted shut. Juliann's orgasm was intense, heightened by the way Yancy's tongue darted over the button of her ass-hole.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned as the pleasure shook her haunches and made her skin feel alive with pleasure. She felt Yancy's finger hook into her very tight cunt and it inspired still another hot sensation. Juliann felt the orgasm mounting. Now that she'd just had a raging orgasm, she felt totally familiar with the feeling and she welcomed the terminal heat as it flooded her nervous system.
Yancy felt the girl's voluptuous carriage go limp and at that moment he rolled her around onto her back and buttocks. He moved up on her and put a knee on either side of her face. Then he sat down with his ass hovering above the perky balls of her breasts. He could feel her corkish, taut nipples under his hairy ass. He sat down hard on her breasts and they spread out sweetly under his butt. He reached down to touch the overflowing globes.
"Such sweet globes, baby," he said softly, moving his dick close to the girl's dark mouth.
"I want to see your tongue licking on the tip of my prick," Yancy said.
At first Juliann's eyes opened wide in alarm. She looked at the hard prick. It was bigger than any dong she had ever seen before. How could she be expected to get such a huge lollipop into her mouth? But after the fuck Yancy had just given her, Juliann was willing to do anything he said, certainly if it would please him, she mused. She let her tongue whip over the head of his prick and was delighted when his entire body responded.
"Yes!" he let out, cupping her chin softly.
"Oh, I'm going to pretend it's a lollipop," Juliann said softly before taking his dick into her fist. She allowed just the tip to protrude and she led this hot, throbbing mushroom to her mouth. She was not content tongue-whipping his lollipop now. She wanted to feel the hard tip penetrating her. She allowed her fist to move up toward the base of his dick as more and more of his hot sausage slid into Juliann's mouth.
Yancy watched the perfectly-textured, dark lips expand around his glistening, smooth shaft. He watched as the girl struggled to get all the quivering meat into her. Her nose bumped against his belly as his mighty dick descended.
"Oooohhhhhh, yes!" he moaned, cupping her chin so that he could trace the sweet motion of her mouth.
Yancy began fondling the perfect globes of her breasts. He let his fingers tweak the taut buttons that capped them. What a beautiful woman, he thought to himself, and just to think that a few moments ago she was just a little girl. Yes, a little girl in transition. Yancy had made a woman out of her quickly enough, and Juliann had enjoyed every moment of her initiation rite. That was exactly what Yancy was hoping for, exactly what he desired more than anything else at the moment.
Suddenly the girl's tongue began fluttering over the tip of Yancy's shaft. He moved his hand onto the nape of her neck and directed her head so that her mouth would be on a perfect angle for his deep penetration. He moved his cock deep into her mouth, resting his balls on her chin. He began to ejaculate.
"Drink it down, baby," he said.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned as the hot jizz began coating her throat. She sucked it up madly and Yancy began moving his dick out of her mouth. It was still ejaculating when he freed it from her lips and a few droplets of hot sauce landed on her nose, on her forehead. He smiled and thrust his prick back into her mouth before it finished ejaculating. The last few drops went down the girl's hot throat. She closed her eyes and licked the sweetness from his dick with an ambitious tongue. She felt wonderful. Life was different now; everything took on new meaning. At least life was fuller, she thought to herself, although she knew she did not fully understand the differences that were sure to present themselves.
Well, for one thing, she was no longer a virgin. That was solid; she was glad to get rid of that myth. It was hard to run around having never experienced that one essential-ingredient that men made so much about. It was a pain in the ass to try to protect oneself from an abstraction. Until she experienced getting laid, she had no idea what she was protecting herself from. And now that she experienced it, she had no intention whatsoever of protecting herself from such a thrilling and wonderful pastime. Quite the contrary!
Of course Juliann knew that it wasn't fucking per se that was excellent. Even without experience she had the feeling that Yancy was a good lover. Most men would not have been that sweet, that smooth, she thought to herself. Yes, she had a real peach.
She looked up at him as he moved her face out of his crotch. She was sweating profusely and hot sauce dripped from her open mouth. He cradled her body with his and fondled her big breasts and sweet, creamy, dark-haired delta.
"That was excellent," he said softly.
She could feel his dick up against her buttocks now. His phallus was soft, but it was hardening in little quick jerks. She wiggled her ass softly and his dick hardened fully. He snuggled it in her delta, pressing the hard shaft against the lips of her pussy. She could feel the heat being emitted from his electrical pole. She moaned as he began to stir slightly.
Yancy put his hands around her hips and arched her buttocks up slightly. They were both lying on their sides, but it was not difficult for him to lift up her leg and slide his dick between the lips of her pussy.
The girl was moist instantly. Now that he had taken her cherry he could see that the hot bitch inside this virginal creature was loose and hungry.
"Mmmmm," she groaned as she felt his cock parting the moist female tissues of her pussy.
Yancy pushed in slowly but steadily, letting the first two inches of his ding-dong penetrate her cunt. When he saw that she was not in pain, he proceeded to push his entire shaft deep into her snatch. Yancy loved the way the girl's haughty buttocks felt up against him as he continued to drive his hot shaft into her cunt.
She wriggled and yelped as Yancy's penis continued to thrill her. She knew it could be nice, but never like this, never this wonderful. She had never felt so close to total fulfillment in her life.
Suddenly another hot wave of pleasure started mounting in her cunt. She was not ready for this. She thought she had already withstood all the joy the human body could contain. But this apparently was not the case. Her hot snatch contracted tightly around Yancy's prick as waves of terminal joy brought the girl closer and closer to ecstasy. She yelped and hissed, her full lips coming over glistening teeth. Her dark eyes rolled back in her head as the spasmodic jolts of pleasure startled her and struck havoc in her nervous system. The girl threw her head from side to side, her auburn mane cracking like a wild and crazy whip. The hair spread out in lush curls around her as the orgasm continued to drive her to the peak of sexual delirium.
"Ooooohhhhh!" she cried out as the hot walls of her cunt contracted around Yancy's pulsing penis. She wanted him to come inside her now and she contracted her cunt tightly around him.
"Oh, now! Now!! " she let out.
Yancy felt the heat of her twat imploring him to ejaculate. He tried to hold back, but her stormy orgasm drove him to release his massive accumulation of hot sauce.
"Oh, yes, Juliann! I love your very sweet cunt," he let out.
"Mmmmm," she cried.
Yancy continued to drive it into her forcefully, causing her to yelp with passion, causing her to dance with spasmodic heat.
"Ooooohhhhhh," the woman yelped as orgasmic heat flushed totally in her, face, as the joy spread out from her cunt to the rest of her body, making her nipples tingle, making her limbs toss and quake.
"Man, you have a tight cunt," Yancy said with conviction, giving the girl obvious praise and admiration. He admired such perfection. She was as perfect inside as out. He felt her womb tighten around his dick and he could feel the distinct ridges in the girl's cunt. It was a beautiful cunt indeed; it was everything that a cunt should be.
"Baby, that was delightful," he said. "I hope you enjoyed having your cherry popped."
"I can't think of ever having more fun than I had just now," the girl said, matching Yancy's conviction.
They kissed and Yancy moved his dick out of her for a rest. He didn't want to push her; he wanted to give it to her slow and steady. There was plenty of time.
They relaxed on Yancy's bed, sharing a cigarette and light conversation. The girl was sincerely interested in poetry and asked him if he would read some of hers. Of course Yancy promised to someday, and someday soon, he assured her.
After some hot, affectionate petting, the girl assured Yancy that she had to leave. She still lived with her parents, she confessed apologetically. Yancy told her there was nothing wrong with a young girl living with her parents; certainly everyone did that.
Still, she was apologetic as she kissed him goodbye and prepared to leave.
Yancy was aware of her problem at once. She wanted to be an adult. She wanted nothing more than to be thought of as a person. Well, he would do that. Yancy thought of everyone as a person no matter what their age was. He would treat her with all the attention and stature afforded to any beautiful woman, whatever her age.
He felt badly after their last kiss, after watching the girl walk out the door. The apartment suddenly seemed very empty. Yancy was tired though, and he had paper work to do. He found himself taking a shower and clearing his head, preparing for some tedious work. He didn't feel badly about this though; he felt as though he'd rewarded himself enough and it was time now to get down to serious business for a few moments.
CHAPTER SIX
Yancy knew that Lillian was a kinky lady, but how kinky he was yet to discover. He got a good glimpse of her true kinkiness the following Monday morning. Yancy was called into Lillian's office and when he appeared he could tell from the look on her face that he was about to receive a lecture.
"Yancy, you have been teaching some very subversive literature again," the woman said, frowning.
"And what do I owe this reprimand to, Lillian? I thought we had come to somewhat of an understanding."
"You mean you thought your friendship with me would allow you to get away with anything, Yancy. I'm sorry, but that is simply not the case. Now I've lightened your schedule and I've certainly treated you more than fairly as a rule, but there is a limit somewhere to what I will tolerate. Now you said yourself that I am very efficient. Please don't stand in the way of my efficiency, Yancy; I just wouldn't like it."
He looked at her and frowned as he lit a cigarette. What was she pissed about? It certainly wasn't the literature he was teaching. All he had been teaching lately was The Stranger by Camus. Certainly that could be diagnosed as subversive, but hardly in any way that would get Lillian in trouble. It was recommended reading on many literature lists throughout the country. No, that wasn't the basis of Lillian's disfavor. He wondered if she knew about one of his students.
"Are you sure you're telling me what's on your mind, Lillian, and not covering something else?"
She looked at him as if the last thing in the world she would do would be to cover something up. But then a raised eyebrow betrayed a hidden motive and he insisted on hearing exactly what was wrong.
"It's just that I know about you and Rochelle," Lillian said. "I heard a conversation in the ladies' bathroom on the third floor between Rochelle and one of her girlfriends. Needless to say, Yancy, I did not like what I heard."
"Well, we're getting to the bottom of this. So, this isn't about what I've been teaching lately. It's about what you think I've been doing. Let me ask you something; don't you suppose Rochelle could have implied a lot of things without anything haven taken place between she and I? Don't young girls do this with teachers very often? I'm sure a lot of your young student assistants tell people that they've gotten into your considerably saucy jaws, Lillian. I mean, that's just standard for the social behavior of horny people. I don't see anything to worry about."
"Do you mean to tell me that you didn't touch that girl?"
"I mean to tell you that it's none of your business, but certainly it's possible that I didn't, isn't it? I mean, you have no way of knowing other than the words of some young and inexperienced girl who's trying to impress her peer group. I don't see where that is enough data to incriminate me, I mean, unless you want to incriminate me, Lillian," he said, giving her a severe look.
"Oh, Yancy," she said, loosening up, "you know I don't even want to believe it."
"And what if you didn't? Would you hang a morals rap on me? I mean, certainly in your days you must have fooled around with at least one student."
Lillian frowned again. Her softness was apparently reassessed because the mask she wore now was one of concentrated anger. She was about to curse him but then decided to cool it. She didn't want Yancy to know that he was blowing her cool. Why should he know that he was upsetting her? It would be in her interests, she mused, if Yancy was afraid of her, if he thought that she meant nothing to him.
Actually the opposite was true. Lillian was developing a strong infatuation with Yancy. He was manly and yet not too aggressive, sure of himself and yet not too pushy. He presented her with an absolute balance of aggression and passivity-something she had never before seen in a man. She was indeed impressed and that slow-creeping admiration had recently culminated in an out and out infatuation. Lillian found herself dreaming at night about this hot, studly English teacher. She found herself wanting him all to herself. She knew this could not be arranged under normal circumstances. He was too good-looking, too popular with all those young moist students. However, Lillian, as Chairwoman of the English Department, could certainly use her weight to entrap the object of her desires. Yes, Lillian was not above doing something of that caliber. In fact, it amused her. If she could turn him into a true slave it would please her to no end. It was that specifically that she dreamed about.
Yes, it would be amusing to have Yancy sucking on her toes, licking her ass-hole, while she smoked a cigarette and chatted on the phone to one of her teacup girlfriends. Yes, it would be amusing to have him serve her with total and complete abandon. It was going to be her pet project, she decided instantaneously.
And if she pulled it off it would be a worthy project indeed. Yes, Yancy's hot cock was something that pleased Lillian to no end. She was going to make it her own, she decided, as well as its owner.
"I don't want to discuss this any further at the moment, Yancy. However, I want you at my house tonight; I want to discuss this with you at great depth there."
"But ... "
"Not another word now. Please excuse me, I have work to do," she said. She turned on her haughty ass and walked directly out of her own office. She left him alone in her office. It was a tactic that threw him off totally. Yancy sat there smoking a cigarette and wondering what the fuck it all meant. Why was she doing this to him? Why was she playing with his head in this manner? Could it be that she simply thought of him as a toy? He always knew that Lillian had dormant instincts that led toward domination. Was she trying to dominate him totally?
Yes, that was certainly possible, and if it was, she would use her position to accomplish her ends. Yancy put out his cigarette as he walked out of Lillian's office. He certainly had better things on his mind than to worry about Lillian.
On the way home he thought of how nice it would be to call Rochelle or Juliann and spend this evening with his head snuggled between their breasts, but alas, he had other things to do this evening. He had Lillian to contend with. He did not feel secure enough in his job to ignore Lillian's invitation. Of course he had a book published; of course he was a big shot. In the meantime, the girl could fuck him up considerably. If he lost his job he would get another one teaching soon enough. A famous writer can always find work, but it might take a long time. Meanwhile he had an old Jaguar to keep up and an apartment to run and tons of bills to pay. He could not put himself in jeopardy like that. Yes, he had to show up at Lillian's and he had to treat her the way she wanted to be treated; that was the conclusion Yancy came to as he coasted the Jaguar to a halt outside his apartment.
* * *
The evening with Lillian began with a bang. Yancy was told quite abruptly that she wanted to tie him up.
"What?! " he said.
"You heard me, Yancy. Let me tie you down to my bedposts and use your big cock."
He did not know if he wanted to be bound and out of control around this mad woman. He shook his head negatively, but she coaxed him, her fingertips moving slowly onto his cock.
"I won't bite it, baby, I'll just use it. You won't be sorry."
Actually, he thought, he should be happy for this opportunity to cool out her anger. She was no longer questioning him about Rochelle; that was a good thing. He decided to play it with her; if she wanted to tie him up, he would risk it. Perhaps the girl was more in control of herself than she let on. Perhaps Lillian knew exactly what she was doing. Well, there was nothing to do now but find out the hard way.
"All right," he said, "I guess you're going to tie me up."
"Let's go inside to the bedroom." Lillian proceeded to bind Yancy to the bed, using colorful silk bandanas to secure his wrists and ankles. He found, to his amusement, that his prick had grown erect while the woman had been fastening him. Yes, in some perverse way it excited him to play along with Lillian's kinkiness. In some very peculiar way, the woman surely inspired a certain passion in Yancy that no other woman ever triggered. Well, now he was going to get to examine that passion. Now he was going to see if it was real or not.
She stroked his dick with soft fingertips until it was fully erect. She smiled down at the hard phallus that stuck out of his lap with such brazen symbolic power. She lifted his dick high and bent her head down to suck on Yancy's hot balls.
His body tightened as he felt Lillian's hot tongue whipping over the twin hairy sacs of his nuts.
"Oooohhh," he let out, his body struggling against the bandanas that bound him.
Lillian had done a good job. She had been a Girl Scout and learned how to make all the knots.
"Ohhh, I love the taste of your nuts," she said, looking up just long enough to throw a shock into him as he stared into her liquid eyes.
"Oh, baby, that feels nice," he said. He was tempted to touch her, to move the curly red hair away from her forehead, but he could not reach her. He could only lie back and let the feelings linger as the girl tongue-whipped him, as she began sucking him hard and sliding her lips on and off the hard shaft of his prick. Yancy liked being tied down, especially if what it meant was getting your cock sucked while you sprawled out and enjoyed it. But he had the feeling there was more to it. Yes, Lillian was diabolical. She was planning something wicked for him, for her delight, he mused.
Sure enough, just as he was about to shoot hot jizz into Lillian's mouth, she contracted her fist around his shaft, stopping him. She withdrew his hard phallus from her mouth and looked up.
"Now you'll serve me," she said as she slid a combed cock ring on his slippery phallus.
Yancy looked down at his hard dick. It was her tool now, her toy. She could do whatever she wanted with him. He had no power over himself anymore. He was bound helpless, his hard phallus sticking up perpetually due to the cock ring.
"All right, now I'm going to lower my cunt down on you and use that hard dick," she let out snappily, her lust mounting.
Yancy watched as Lillian spread her legs and put a foot on either side of him. She began lowering her snatch down and taking his hard dick in her hand. She guided the pulsing phallus between the lips of her cunt and allowed it to slide slowly into the moist female opening.
"Ohhhh, I love that," she said, pushing down hard so that his dick moved almost all the way into her. But there was room for more penetration. She leaned forward, her big breasts falling toward Yancy's face. Then, without formality, she pushed down. The girl rotated her hips slowly, throwing her head back and sighing. She was delighted at the way his hard cock was moving in and out of her. She felt her cunt quiver and quake as Yancy continued to jab his dick into her.
"Ohhhh, give it to me!" she let out.
"Mmmmm, it's yours," he hissed as her contracting cunt moved back and forth. Her hips were a delight to watch, as were the great balls of her breasts which bounced and jiggled just out of Yancy's reach. It was sheer torture, sheer teasing that he could not caress and fondle those big, generous breasts. But alas, he had allowed himself to be tied up. It was part of the game and there was no going back on it.
The woman continued to move up and down on him for about ten minutes, at which point her spine tightened with orgasmic waves and hot jolts of pleasure caused her contracting cunt to burst in orgasmic joy. The girl moaned and groaned as she came. Her head was thrown back. Her high but generous breasts shimmied magnificently on her bosom. She was clearly having a delightful time. He looked up at her to see her nostrils flare, to see her wild, beautiful eyes rolling in her head. Her open mouth puckered and soon the orgasm had flushed Lillian's face and made her appear red.
When the woman was done coming she moved up abruptly and Yancy's hot dick slid out of her cunt.
Yancy had not had an orgasm and Lillian was delighted. She wanted to use him for a little while; she wanted to continue this hot play until the need for cock no longer troubled her. At the moment, her hungers were too intense to be stifled by one orgasm.
Yancy watched as Lillian left the bedroom. He was all alone, tied down on her bed, wondering what was going to happen to him next.
He wondered if this was when she got crazy. But why suspect that, he reflected. So far, nothing concrete indicated that Lillian had anything outrageous on her mind. Tying him up and sucking his cock was hardly punishment. In fact, he had enjoyed that very much. He hoped whatever was coming next was going to be as much fun.
Lillian was in a truly randy mood as she mixed herself a double vodka tonic. She drank it slowly. It pleased her to know that he was bound in the bedroom and could not move until she came back for him. She wondered what was on his mind. Did he think she was a crazy woman? She laughed to herself. It would be amusing to prove him right. It would be amusing to show him how wild she could be. Then again, she didn't want to totally scare him. If only she could find a man, she mused wistfully, whom she could dominate without scaring-what a delight that would be. It seemed hopelessly un---likely, but perhaps, just perhaps, he was her man.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Yancy had stumbled home from Lillian's house and fell asleep on his own bed, but with his clothes on. He woke up with his dick sticking to his leg. He felt dirty and grungy from all that fucking and sucking. It had been a particularly insane evening.
That Lillian, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and conjured her sweet lips. He loved the way the corners of her lips turned up when she smiled, but alas, she smiled so rarely. Usually her mouth was severe, yet she retained her loveliness no matter what her facial expression. The bitch was a hot one and Yancy had the feeling he was pleasing her. power over himself anymore. He was bound helpless, his hard phallus sticking up perpetually due to the cock ring.
"All right, now I'm going to lower my cunt down on you and use that hard dick," she let out snappily, her lust mounting.
Yancy watched as Lillian spread her legs and put a foot on either side of him. She began lowering her snatch down and taking his hard dick in her hand. She guided the pulsing phallus between the lips of her cunt and allowed it to slide slowly into the moist female opening.
"Ohhhh, I love that," she said, pushing down hard so that his dick moved almost all the way into her. But there was room for more penetration. She leaned forward, her big breasts falling toward Yancy's face. Then, without formality, she pushed down. The girl rotated her hips slowly, throwing her head back and sighing. She was delighted at the way his hard cock was moving in and out of her. She felt her cunt quiver and quake as Yancy continued to jab his dick into her.
"Ohhhh, give it to me!" she let out.
"Mmmmm, it's yours," he hissed as her contracting cunt moved back and forth. Her hips were a delight to watch, as were the great balls of her breasts which bounced and jiggled just out of Yancy's reach. It was sheer torture, sheer teasing that he could not caress and fondle those big, generous breasts. But alas, he had allowed himself to be tied up. It was part of the game and there was no going back on it.
The woman continued to move up and down on him for about ten minutes, at which point her spine tightened with orgasmic waves and hot jolts of pleasure caused her contracting cunt to burst in orgasmic joy. The girl moaned and groaned as she came. Her head was thrown back. Her high but generous breasts shimmied magnificently on her bosom. She was clearly having a delightful time. He looked up at her to see her nostrils flare, to see her wild, beautiful eyes rolling in her head. Her open mouth puckered and soon the orgasm had flushed Lillian's face and made her appear red.
When the woman was done coming she moved up abruptly and Yancy's hot dick slid out of her cunt.
Yancy had not had an orgasm and Lillian was delighted. She wanted to use him for a little while; she wanted to continue this hot play until the need for cock no longer troubled her. At the moment, her hungers were too intense to be stifled by one orgasm.
Yancy watched as Lillian left the bedroom. He was all alone, tied down on her bed, wondering what was going to happen to him next.
He wondered if this was when she got crazy. But why suspect that, he reflected. So far, nothing concrete indicated that Lillian had anything outrageous on her mind. Tying him up and sucking his cock was hardly punishment. In fact, he had enjoyed that very much. He hoped whatever was coming next was going to be as much fun.
Lillian was in a truly randy mood as she mixed herself a double vodka tonic. She drank it slowly. It pleased her to know that he was bound in the bedroom and could not move until she came back for him. She wondered what was on his mind. Did he think she was a crazy woman? She laughed to herself. It would be amusing to prove him right. It would be amusing to show him how wild she could be. Then again, she didn't want to totally scare him. If only she could find a man, she mused wistfully, whom she could dominate without scaring-what a delight that would be. It seemed hopelessly un---likely, but perhaps, just perhaps, he was her man.
SEVEN
Yancy had stumbled home from Lillian's house and fell asleep on his own bed, but with his clothes on. He woke up with his dick sticking to his leg. He felt dirty and grungy from all that fucking and sucking. It had been a particularly insane evening.
That Lillian, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and conjured her sweet lips. He loved the way the corners of her lips turned up when she smiled, but alas, she smiled so rarely. Usually her mouth was severe, yet she retained her loveliness no matter what her facial expression. The bitch was a hot one and Yancy had the feeling he was pleasing her.
He was catering to something in her that no one else had ever successfully catered to. He was, in many ways, her slave. Yet in other more profound ways he was her conqueror.
Yancy went into the bathroom and looked himself over. He needed a shave and a shower. He ripped off the stale clothing and let it fall to the bathroom floor. Then he picked up a fresh bar of soap and turned on the shower. He let the water run toward cool so that it would revive him. When he felt totally refreshed he put on warmer water and washed thoroughly. He rinsed with cold water again, feeling totally rejuvenated. He looked down at his dick. Lillian had left tooth marks on it. Man, was she one hot bitch, he reflected as he stepped out of the shower and began drying himself off. He still felt dreamy and somewhat spent, but as he let the towel play over his cock and balls he began to think of Lillian's firm, haughty breasts. His cock began to harden. Yancy cooled it at once. He put the towel around his waist and went on with his early-morning business, ignoring the erection.
His early morning English class was creeping up on him. If he did not hurry and leave he would be late. Yancy ignored the fact that he had not shaved around his beard. He stepped out onto the terrace connected to his living room and sat there enjoying a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He allowed himself a luxurious ten minutes to do this. He'd have to drive like a son of a bitch to get to campus on time, but it was worth it. If he didn't have his breakfast he would feel like shit all day.
Yancy started the Jag and took off. He knew how college students were; if the teacher was not there when the bell rang, they would very politely leave. It was his job to be there and if he wasn't, he could not expect them to do their job. He slid around traffic with relative grace. Fortunately the rush hour was over, but there were still some build-ups on the highway.
The Jag wasn't made for slow traffic. It wound aggressively with the clutch' down. Yancy didn't like to drive the car slowly. It was made to be opened up on a back country road. It was made to glide the driver along at supersonic speed with elegance and grace. Yancy blew the horn at a Rambler up front tying up the lane. It was being driven by a bouffanted woman who had her hands on the wheel firmly and her head bent forwardobviously an amateur, Yancy thought to himself. He spared her another blow of the horn and swerved around her with ease. He did not like to lose patience with new drivers.
He got to campus and parked in the faculty lot. Then, with all the bounce of a sophomore sprinting to basketball practice, he paced across the campus and to his morning English class.
Yancy was delighted to see Rochelle. She was not only present, but dressed in a rather beautiful skirt and sweater. The taut halos of her nipples were visible beneath the thin material of her pink sweater. She was sitting down, but Yancy knew her pleated skirt did more than reveal her sexy legs. Rochelle knew how to wear clothes that set her off completely.
Yancy was sitting and looking down, preparing the lesson. He had papers spread out all over his desk.
"Yancy."
He looked up to see Rochelle looking down at him and smiling softly. He flushed. What was she doing in front of all the students?
"Yancy, I have a surprise for you."
"Rochelle, this is not the place to talk about ... "
"Yancy, I ,have a new girl for you to try out-a new virgin, and is she ever hot for you."
"Oh?" Yancy said, looking up at Rochelle. He looked around the room. The class did not seem to notice that Rochelle and he were talking. His attitude changed when he found out why she was talking to him. He was oddly elated, almost dizzy. He told her that she should sit down, but thanked her graciously for informing him.
"She has jet-black hair, Yancy, and big black eyes. And wait till you see her pretty tits!"
"Rochelle..."
"I know, Yancy, this isn't the place. I'm just so excited; I love to please you. I couldn't wait to tell you. Is tonight all right?" Rochelle asked.
Yancy smiled. He had decided the other night to cool everything for a while so that Lillian, if she was watching him, would see nothing. But now, now that Rochelle was throwing something wild and new up before him, he would not play it safe.
"Tonight will be fine, Rochelle. You know where I live; how about coming over with this new girl around nine?"
"That will be fine," Rochelle said. "Her name is Pamela-Pammy. You'll like Pammy a whole lot."
"Oh? Have I seen her around?"
Rochelle smiled, looking down at the seating book on Yancy's desk. She brought her hand over the book and put her finger down on a card. "Third row, sixth seat."
Yancy looked up. There was a dark-haired girl sitting there all right, but there were many students in the way. He could not get a good look.
"You mean that's her right here in this class?"
"Yes, I was talking with her in the lunchroom the other day and she was telling me what a hot stud you looked like. She said she bet you were the best lay in the universe. I'm sorry, Yancy; I just couldn't help bragging a little."
He smiled. It flattered him immensely.
"Anyway, I told her that you and I were personal friends and I'm afraid I even insinuated that we were more. I told her that I would see to it that she met you socially. We talked at length after that. Pamela is a virgin and she's tired of her virginity. The situation reminded me of another, if you recall," Rochelle said with a smile.
"I certainly do," Yancy said.
"Anyway, I told her I would try to arrange a rendezvous for the three of us. She wants to lose her cherry desperately, Yancy."
"I'll see what I can do," he said generously.
Rochelle pouted mockingly. "Yes, do that," she said.
"Now get back to your seat, young lady. I have to begin this class."
"Of course." Rochelle turned and walked back to her seat and Yancy made a serious effort not to watch the rotation of her buttocks as she walked away.
"All right, class," he said, getting up and walking to the blackboard. "We are now going to discuss The Myth of Sisyphus by Camus. I assume we have all read it."
The class grumbled slightly. Yancy had the feeling that for a change everyone did their work. After all, the reading assignment had only been a few pages long, but what pages! Camus' brilliant work was easily one of the finest pieces of writing anywhere. Yancy enjoyed teaching the great Myth of Sisyphus.
"Here we have a simple parable. Sisyphus is a common person who defies the gods and when asked to beg forgiveness, defies them. This defiance is what?" he said. He looked around the class. Not one hand went up. Something made Yancy call Pamela's name. He moved toward her seat and asked her to stand up when she spoke.
Pamela looked nervous as she rose to her feet. Yancy, who had not even noticed the girl before, was suddenly extremely alarmed by her beauty. Pamela had a long, lean body, set off by perky, full breasts and girlish hips. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt, but this did not hide her earthy sexiness. Her black hair was long, falling down to her buttocks. The girl's mouth was wide and sensual, her lips dark and full. Her eyes glinted at Yancy as she began to speak.
"I suppose," Pamela said, "that by defying the gods, Sisyphus is exercising his free will."
"Excellent," Yancy said, his eyes widening. So, she was smart as well as beautiful. "Yes, that's exactly what Sisyphus was doing. He was exercising his will. But do go on, Pamela. Tell us more about this illuminating myth."
"Well," Pamela said, placing a hand on her hip, "I think that Sisyphus was noble to exercise his will. Why, even when the gods gave him that horrendous job of pushing a rock up a hill just to have it roll down again-why even then he continued to express nothing but inflexible defiance. At no time does Sisyphus weaken."
"Yes, and at the end, Camus instructs us to see Sisyphus as content," Yancy said. "What conclusion could be drawn from that?"
Pamela went on to state that the contentment of Sisyphus was due to the fact that he did not betray himself. The gods could take everything from him and make him work like a slave, but they could not remove his dignity. That was something he chose to retain, and his free choice reigned over all powers in the universe.
"That is precisely it, Pamela. This myth is nothing less than a celebration of the human will. The defiance of Sisyphus should be taken as an encouragement to all of us. Ultimately no one can control us. We are free spirits. We can allow ourselves to be controlled, but that is a choice we make. If we choose not to allow control into our lives, we do have the capacity to pull it off."
"May I sit?" Pamela asked, her dark eyes glistening.
"Of course, Pamela, do sit down. And now class, tell me, why is it that only Pamela digested that myth with such precision? Why did the rest of you sit there?"
There was a low murmur.
"I suggest, class, that many of you could have given me an interpretation of this myth. You were afraid to be wrong. I won't have that in this class. I enjoy speculation. There is no right and wrong anyway in terms of interpretive thought. I want you all to say what's on your minds. Is that clear?"
The class began discussing these remarks among themselves and Yancy allowed them to. He wanted them to digest the fact that their spontaneous reactions to literature pleased him.
Yancy went around the room, giving each student a chance to expand upon Pamela's interpretation of the Myth of Sisyphus. After a few rows of students got to voice their opinions, the bell rang and Yancy instructed the class to go on with some more Camus.
"Now read carefully, because the exam will consist of essay questions. I expect you all to be articulate and literate."
The class filed out, but Pamela and Rochelle stayed behind for a moment. Because no one seemed to notice, Rochelle became brazen and led Pamela up to Yancy's desk.
Yancy was having a difficult time trying to pretend that he was reading. He was very well aware of the fact that the brunette and the flaxen-haired beauty stood before his desk. He looked up. The new girl, Pamela, could not have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Her skin had the dewy freshness of a baby's. Her body was not yet fully blossomed. It was that transition stage from girlishness to womanhood. Yancy grew hungry for the taste of her cunt. Yes, there was nothing quite as delightful as the taste of a girl's cunt as she allowed herself to become a woman.
"That was excellent, Pamela. You're a very good student," he said. He turned to Rochelle. "And you have intelligent friends; that's saying a lot about you."
Pamela smiled broadly and fidgeted.
"That was a very enjoyable class, Professor Jensen."
"My name is Yancy, Pamela. I'm not tight-assed enough to allow you to call me
"Professor." Why that's silly. We're all just people," he said.
"You don't have to feel funny in front of Yancy," Rochelle said, putting her haughty butt down on his teacher's desk. "He's a lovable man, but you'll find that out tonight for yourself, Pamela. We're invited to Yancy's house this evening at nine."
Pamela blushed and looked down, but she did not stir. Yancy could sense the latent eroticism in this beautiful virginal girl. He told her that he was looking forward to seeing the two of them and would prepare some chilled wine.
"I'll bring the pot," Rochelle said.
"Please, you know I'm a teacher. I have to be cool, at least around here. If you're going to talk about things like that, wait until we're in private."
"Of course," Rochelle said, pouting softly in response to his verbal reprimand.
"She just got enthusiastic," Pamela said, explaining her girlfriend's behavior.
"Well, bring that enthusiasm along with you tonight, Rochelle, and you too, Pamela. I'm looking forward to seeing the two of you."
* * *
Yancy thought he had it made as he started the engine of the Jag. Lillian had not seen him. He was getting off campus without having to deal with her. Not that he didn't want to see Lillian; on the contrary, the thought of her big, strawberry-capped tits made his dick pulse. But this was not the time for Lillian. He wanted to be fresh and vibrant when Pamela's virginal pussy was presented to him at nine in the evening. He wanted to have all the juice he could contain.
He put the car in first gear and began sliding out of the teachers' parking lot, but before he made the exit, Lillian, who was walking toward him, flagged him aside.
Yancy pulled the Jag up beside Lillian and she bent down and put her hand on the driver's door.
"Leaving kind of early today?" she said.
"Lots of paper work," he said.
"Well, not so much paper work that you can't come to my office for a quick conference, right?" Lillian said with obvious authority.
"Of course I can, Lillian," Yancy said. "Good. Why not just repark the car and meet me in my office in fifteen minutes."
"Of course, Lillian," Yancy said, revving the engine and putting the car in reverse. He looked behind him and immediately began sliding back to his spot.
Lillian turned and walked into the building which housed her office and Yancy realized immediately what had happened. Lillian could see the parking lot from the window of her office. She must have been keeping an eye out for him. She must have seen him walking in and then waited until he was on his way out to stop him.
Well, he mused, he might as well get used to the fact that Lillian was going to use him as a sexual object. He might as well get used to the fact that his job at the moment included the task of bringing Lillian great doses of pleasure. There were worse things that could happen to a man, he reflected. At least she's pretty, he thought to himself. The task would be horrendous if she were not, but the way it stood, everything was quite livable. Yancy turned off the engine of the Jag, but left the radio on. He pulled a thin joint of Columbian reefer out of the glove compartment and lit it. Marijuana always enhanced sexual feeling for Yancy. Although he was not a chronic user, and in fact an occasional user, he found that marijuana sometimes increased the pleasure of having sex. It was for this purpose that he burned half the thin joint before extinguishing the cigarette and placing it back in the Jag's glove compartment.
Yancy felt the sweet smoke sinking into his head. He lit a cigarette and exhaled lavishly. He looked at his watch. Lillian had said fifteen minutes, and only five had passed. That was good; Yancy enjoyed sitting in the antique luxury of the Jaguar's cockpit on the butter-soft leather seat, looking at the stained walnut dashboard with the detailed instrumentation. The car was truly exquisite. They just did not make them with this sense of esthetics any more. He had the car for years, since it was new. It no longer ran like a new Jag of course, but Yancy would not think of replacing it. It was his baby. He pampered it, spending tons of money on its health. This did not disturb him. The car was one of Yancy's favorite unwinding devices. It was more fun, he mused, than a barrel of psychiatrists.
When fifteen minutes passed, he got out of the Jag and began to walk to Lillian's office. He did not want to walk too fast; he did not want to be on time. Fashionably late would be more appropriate when dealing with a bitch like Lillian.
Well, he thought to himself, she's going to tire me down a bit, but one look at Pamela's nude cunt and it will be hard as a rock all over. It was on this note of self-confidence that Yancy strolled into Lillian's office. He walked by the desk and put his hands on her shoulders, lifting her to her feet.
"Kiss me, baby," he said before covering her lips with his. The girl's tongue darted into his mouth and Yancy sucked on it as his hands ran all over Lillian's womanly body.
"I've got to have you right now," Yancy said, taking the words out of Lillian's mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned as he slid his hand under her skirt and began sliding under her panties. He had his finger hooked in her pussy within a few seconds and was massaging the heat of her female core. His finger moved slickly over her clitoris and Lillian parted her legs wide.
"Suck my pussy, Yancy," she implored.
Yancy dropped to his knees. The woman was sitting on a wood seat, but even though it was not the most comfortable number in the world, it would facilitate Yancy's purpose. He spread Lillian's legs with his hands and then put the heat of his tongue to the lips of her pussy.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" she groaned as she felt his hot tongue sink between the lips of her sex. He actually penetrated her cunt, wiggling his tongue around inside her.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned, humping furiously. No man had ever sucked her cunt quite the way Yancy did. It delighted the living shit out of her.
Yancy made no further move to undress Lillian, but he did reach up and scoop up her big tits. He enjoyed feeling them through the feminine fabric of her blouse. He could still feel the high, haughty tits. He could still pinch and tweak the perky, corkish strawberry nipples that capped them.
"Mmmmm," the woman groaned as Yancy continued to tongue-fuck her furiously. She was sweating and writhing, her buttocks rotating and growing hot from friction as it rubbed against the wooden chair.
Yancy, as soon as he felt her spine tighten with passion, slid a hot, moist finger into Lillian's ass-hole.
This act seemed to force all the pleasure that was mounting in Lillian's body to culminate in a wild, tossing, pitching orgasmic fever.
"Woooooo!" the haughty red-head yelped as Yancy's penetrating tongue made her quivering pussy tingle. He continued to tongue-fuck her and finger-fuck Lillian's ass throughout the culmination of her dancing sexual delirium.
Yancy's cheeks were covered with pussy-dew when at last he moved his head up from between Lillian's ample legs. He placed his palms on her thighs and looked up at her. Her eyes were dreamy and out of focus.
"How was that, baby?" he said.
"Mmmmmmm," was all she could muster.
"And now, Lillian," he said, getting to his feet and unzipping his pants. "Suck on my big lollipop." He whipped out his hard prick and held it just a few inches from Lillian's mouth. It took her a moment to focus on it, but when she did, her tongue came out and tickled the tip of his dong.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned, "I like the way you tongue-whip me. I want to see your pink tongue working on it," Yancy said.
Lillian let her tongue dance over the tip of Yancy's prick while he held the shaft in his hand and jerked himself off. He moved his free hand onto the crown of her head and lifted her so he could look into her sweet eyes as he came in her mouth.
"Oh, suck it down, Lillian. Suck my hot sauce."
"Mmmmmm," the girl moaned low in her throat.
"Lillian, use your hot tongue on me."
Lillian's fluttering tongue began to work crazily as Yancy's prick pulsed with terminal heat. He knew he was going to come soon.
He cupped her chin and held the crown of her head, but he did not drive his dick deep into her. Instead he let it rest with the tip just between her lips, with her hot tongue working furiously from within. Yancy pulsed.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned.
Lillian felt the first pearl of hot jizz between her lips. She continued to tongue-whip him as his penis started to throb and tremor with volcanic heat. He began ejaculating, the hot jizz literally exploding out of his dick. Lillian felt it touch the roof of her mouth and then coat her throat as it slid down into her body. She felt his dick suddenly move out of her mouth and slide along her cheek. He was still ejaculating and he left a trail of glistening jizz on her flushed face.
When Yancy finally stopped ejaculating, he released Lillian's head and shook his dick. A few pearls flew off the tip.
"Well, Lillian, that was an extremely interesting conference. And now," he said, sliding his pants back up, "if you'll excuse me, I have an immense amount of paper work to do."
Lillian did not even focus on him, let alone listen to his words. She nodded her head indifferently as he fastened his belt and gathered his gear in preparation to exit.
He kissed her forehead and said goodbye and when she did not respond, Yancy turned and walked out of Lillian's private office.
As miraculous as it was, his dick was still hard as he drove the Jag over the highway. Yes, just thinking about Rochelle and Pamela-that lush, dark-haired young virgin-made Yancy's dick swell. He was in for an interesting evening, he thought to himself.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Yancy was getting nervous as he waited for nine o'clock. He kept closing his eyes and conjuring pictures of the two sweet girls. Ah, that young virgin, he thought to himself. He was developing quite a taste for young virgins. Usually he liked his females to be young and moist, but somewhat experienced. Good cock-suckers were what he truly preferred. But lately, Yancy was in the mood for inexperienced young female flesh. Yes, that way he could teach them his interpretation of how a woman should cater to a man's needs. It was always fun to teach a girl how to be a woman, how to please like a woman. Yancy was really in the mood for breaking in this new hot bitch, this sweet, flaxen-haired Pamela.
He sat smoking on the balcony, not looking at his watch. There were three bottles of vintage French wine in the ice-bucket that decorated the living room coffee table. Yancy knew the young girls would be impressed by this; young girls were so easily pleased, he told himself, lighting a cigarette.
A little while later the bell rang and Yancy buzzed in the two beautiful females.
Both Pamela and Rochelle were wearing tight jeans, only Pamela wore a loose sweatshirt while Rochelle wore a tight blouse. Pamela was definitely an earthy bitch; yes, she lacked make-up, but also lacked the need for it. Her sweet, glistening skin was moist and supple, and not wearing make-up or having teased hair gave her a warm virginal quality.
Yancy invited the girls in and immediately poured them heaping glasses of wine. He went through his professorial routines, entertaining them with time-tested jokes based on the classics of literature: He knew this would entertain their intellectual sides. As far as their animal sides, Yancy was prepared to entertain those too.
Fortunately Rochelle took it upon herself to act as mediator. She lubricated the process of seduction by telling Pamela to take off her clothes and get comfortable.
"Yancy won't mind if you're nude, Pamela. In fact, he---likes the sight of a pretty nude girl, isn't that right, Yancy?"
Yancy nodded.
Rochelle, in order to facilitate things, got to her feet and immediately began sliding out of her clothes.
"Yancy, why don't you undress too so Pamela will feel more comfortable."
Yancy did not have to be convinced. He got to his feet and whipped off his clothes. He threw them around the room indifferently. He sat down on the couch totally nude.
Pamela did not budge, but then Rochelle walked up to her and sat beside her. She told Pamela to raise her arms and as soon as the girl did so, Rochelle pulled the sweatshirt off her.
When Pamela's perky breasts popped into sight, Yancy almost gasped out loud. The hot female globes were perfect. They were generous, but set high on her bosom and the nipples faced out proudly-up and out. They were the perkiest tits Yancy had ever laid eyes on, and capped by the sweetest taut nipples.
"Don't be embarrassed, Pamela. Now stand up and let me slide your jeans off."
Pamela seemed to be somewhere else, but she did cooperate with Rochelle's instructions. She got to her feet.
Rochelle undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. Then she had Pamela sit down so she could pull the legs of the jeans off.
Pamela was still wearing a dark blue pair of panties, but Rochelle did not make any attempt to remove them. Instead she looked at Yancy.
"Take her, Yancy, she's yours. I won't interfere. I want her to enjoy losing her cherry as much as I enjoyed losing mine."
Yancy smiled, then turned from Rochelle to Pamela. The girl looked slightly frightened, but oh, so sensual.
"Come sit beside me on the couch, Pamela," Yancy said.
Rochelle assisted Pamela who seemed somewhat shaky on her feet. Soon the flaxen-haired beauty was lounging beside Yancy.
He threw an arm over her girlish shoulder and pulled her toward him. He cupped her chin and led her full lips to his.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Pamela. I want to suck on your tongue."
Yancy's lips covered Pamela's and as the girl moved her tongue into his mouth he began to suck hard. While he was doing this he moved his hands over her lush, perky breasts. His hand dropped to the tops of her legs and he let it nestle softly over Pamela's black-haired bush. One finger slid down to manipulate the girl's clitoris, but softly, delicately, so that she barely felt it.
Pamela closed her eyes as she gave herself fully to the kiss she was receiving. It was so sweet to have his hot mouth on hers, to have his hands roaming over her body. This was the first time a man had ever touched her cunt. Yes, he'd slid right under her panties and was playing with the lips of her pussy. He allowed a moist finger to slide in slightly. He felt incredible tightness, and shortly he came to her maiden's wall. His prick pulsed as he thought about how tight her young snatch would prove when he finally stuck his cock in it.
"Pamela, I'm going to put my lollipop in you, but first I want you to kiss it," Yancy said.
Before Pamela knew what was happening, he slid the two of them into a sixty-nine position. Yancy lifted one of Pamela's legs and moved his head between her crotch. He placed his mouth down on her cunt and began sucking her. As he did this he situated his dick so that she would have no trouble sucking on it. He moved it close so that the very tip grazed her lips.
Pamela knew from the way that he was moving that he wanted her to put his cock in her mouth. She had always been afraid of that. All her life the thought of sucking on a man's penis had made her nervous.
But now he was treating her so wonderfully and charging her cunt with such hot bolts of joy that she felt a positive hunger for this hot male phallus that wavered before her. She let the very tip part her lips and soon her hot tongue was moving softly over his prick.
"Mmmmm," he groaned, tightening his arms behind her back. He pressed her hot frame toward him.
Pamela fluttered her tongue over the head of Yancy's prick and loved the way his entire body tightened in response. She scooped his hot balls into her palm and began massaging them as she sucked his cock.
"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, continuing to tongue-fuck the hot virgin. His tongue could feel her maiden's wall. Soon his dick would part that tight snatch, but not yet, he thought to himself. First he must give her a sound sucking.
Yancy cupped the balls of Pamela's buttocks and pushed her cunt flush with his tongue. He lapped and licked furiously as Pamela's spine tightened.
. This was the first orgasm of her life. She felt the pulsations of heat, the jolts of electricity, attack her crotch and spread through her nervous system. Her nipples tingled and her cunt was absolutely on fire as Yancy's tongue continued to penetrate her.
The girl's mouth was now sliding softly on his prick as she lifted her head and then lowered it over and over and over. She was loving the act of sucking cock now. She had no idea it could be so sweet.
"Mmmmm," he groaned as he felt the hot bitch go into convulsions of ecstasy. That dancing, delirious body kicked and bucked, quaking as Yancy continued to suck Pamela's cunt.
Pamela's orgasm was driving her crazy. She never knew her body was capable of such an extremity of pleasure. It seemed positively lethal. As the pleasure jolted and twitched through her body she sucked Yancy's cock with extreme passion. When the hot jizz began erupting into Pamela's mouth, she felt only hunger. She sucked it up greedily, continuing to massage his balls as he ejaculated in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as the hot sauce slid down her throat. She could still feel his tongue licking at the button of her clitoris. She could still feel the enveloping afterglow-the residue of her intense orgasm.
She felt totally exquisite.
Yancy's dick moved back out of the girl's hot mouth. He sat up on the couch and encouraged her to do the same. He cradled her in his arms. Her sweating body was soft and slippery, but oh so sweet. She had droplets of jizz in the corners of her mouth. He wiped them away with his fingertips.
"That was perfect, baby, perfect. You're going to make one hell of a lover; I can tell that already. Now I'm going to give it to you where you need it the most."
"Ooohhh," Pamela groaned as she felt her back hit the couch, as she felt her legs being raised.
Yancy moved into a mounting position. He lifted her legs high and began massaging her clitoris and pussy with the tip of his ding-dong.
When he felt her cunt achieve maximum slipperiness, Yancy pushed the very tip of his dick between her twat lips.
"Oooohhhh," the girl let out, her mouth opening and her lips quivering.
Yancy assured her that she would feel nothing but pleasure after a brief second of pain.
Pamela arched her brows. It hurt even now, and he was barely inside her. What a big prick he had, she thought to herself. She began to get frightened. What if he really hurt her?
"Mmmmmm," she groaned as Yancy pushed his dick a little deeper into Pamela's cunt.
Rochelle got herself in the perfect position to watch. This was truly exciting. The girl found herself placing a finger on her pussy and masturbating softly as she watched the virgin Pamela taking cock from her hot lover.
Yancy pushed deep into her cunt. She would never be a virgin anymore. He felt her extremely tight oven contract violently around his prick. The girl's eyes opened wide and her mouth popped open as Yancy's prick pushed deep into her.
He moved softly, but with mounting rhythm, sensing the girl's evaporating pain and approaching pleasure.
"Oh, Pamela, your cunt is ridged so nice. I love the tight sweetness of your pussy, baby," he said, pushing the dark, flaxen hair away from the girl's face so he could watch her lips contort with pleasure. Her eyes glistened with lust.
"Ohhhhh, Yancy," she groaned before his lips covered hers. Then she could say no more.
Yancy's hot prick continued to move in and out of the sweating girl's cunt. Finally he lifted himself up on his extended arms so that he could watch her quaking, quivering body as he fucked her with precise skill and animation.
Yancy finally relaxed enough to put one hand under the girl's very tight buttocks. He lifted her pussy to his driving cock. He was tempted to touch her dancing breasts, but preferred to leave them free. The sweet globes were a thrill to watch as they shimmied and jiggled on her bosom. Yancy continued moving his dick in and out of her hole until the heat and tightness drove him into sexual abandon.
"Ooooohhhh, I'm coming in your hole, honey! I'm going to shoot in your tight pussy now," he moaned as the hot sauce began ejaculating into her.
Pamela had never felt male liquid passion against the walls of her pussy before. The feeling ignited her, made her tingle with electrical turmoil. She felt her own orgasm triggered-and it was her first-ripping through her nervous system exquisitely. She now knew that all the hot flashes she had felt in the past were not true orgasms. This, what she was experiencing now, was the real thing. It was like fire-joyful, sweet, ecstatic, purging fire. She gasped and quivered. Her limbs tossed. Her body went into a frenzy of involuntary motions as the passion sent sparks of exquisite sexual torment throughout her limbs.
When finally Pamela's orgasm ceased, the girl was weeping softly. The man was inert above her, his prick softening slightly, but still nestled into the tightness of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned. He was breathing heavily. He could smell the sweetness of sweating femininity under him. His hand still caressed the twin buns of her buttocks and he fondled them softly.
"Yancy, that was marvelous," Pamela said, exhaling emphatically.
"Yes," he let out. He rolled the two of them onto their sides so that his weight would not come down heavily on Pamela's tender body.
"That was great," Rochelle said. "Absolutely great. I got horny just watching it and now I hope you'll reward me, Yancy, for taking care of your needs so splendidly."
Yancy turned to Rochelle. Her clothes did little to hide that sweet body, he thought to himself. And naked she was even more of an angel. She cupped her breasts and pushed them toward Yancy's lips invitingly.
"Come lie down with us, Rochelle, and I'll take care of you too."
* * *
Rochelle thought she was being very patient and considerate throughout this entire episode. In fact, she felt like it was about time Yancy started to pay her back for all the pleasure she was providing him with. Yes, she wanted some hot male ass and she wanted it quickly. Watching Pamela lose her cherry inspired Rochelle to masturbate, and the girl was getting too hot to ignore the passion that was flooding her pussy.
Yancy knew this very well. As he lounged smoking a cigarette, he looked from Pamela to Rochelle. What a difference in attitudes, he told himself. Pamela looked totally spent, glazed over with pleasure, while Rochelle was almost totally on edge. Yancy's duty was clear. He had to straighten the hot brunette out. He had to show his appreciation for what she had done for him. This was the second time that a young virgin was in his path. The girl deserved to be adored, to be worshipped for her great deeds. Yancy was not the type of man to let a woman's efforts go unrewarded.
Yancy suggested that they go out onto the terrace. Night had fallen and it would be impossible for anyone to see clearly what they were doing out there. He had a hammock on the terrace, although it had to be strung between two posts. But Yancy saw that job as relatively minor in comparison to where it would get him. He strung the hammock quickly as the two girls watched, amused. Pamela, actually, was more indifferent than amused. She watched, but with lazy eyes, her body feeling limp as she lounged in the beach chair that decorated Yancy's terrace. The girl watched with mounting curiosity. She knew that Yancy would not go through the trouble of putting up a hammock unless he intended to use it for some exotic purpose. Well, he certainly had an imagination; Pamela knew that very well. She also knew that Rochelle was the one that would receive his favors now, and why not? She had already received enough of them. She looked at her brunette girlfriend, Rochelle. It seemed like just moments ago that they were discussing the possibility of going to see Yancy. Pamela remembered the excitement she had felt when Rochelle made that suggestion. She had a hard time believing that Rochelle was capable of pulling something like that off, but when she called the girl's bluff, Rochelle seemed pleased. And at that point, Pamela knew she was in for some hot experience.
"Rochelle, baby, why don't you stretch that sweet female flesh out on my hammock?" Yancy said.
Rochelle looked at him. He had none of that pedantic quality about him that other teachers seemed infected with. Rather, he was just a person, but what a person! What a man! She got up and jiggled her nude flesh into the hammock, enjoying the weightless feeling as she put her head back and Yancy began rocking her.
"Mmmmmm, does that ever feel nice!" the girl said, feeling a cool, refreshing breeze blow through the ropes. She looked up at the stars. It was a clear night and the moon was full. Enough light was shed upon the terrace to enjoy the sight of Yancy's hard, glistening dick aimed at her cunt.
"You are one sweet bitch, Rochelle. I hope I don't live long enough to forget it," Yancy said, throwing his cigarette off the terrace as he palmed his dick and began massaging it to make it totally stiff. He ran his hands over the floating girl's taut female flesh, caressing her inner thighs, moving up over her taut belly to fondle her perfectly splendid breasts. He tweaked her corkish nipples and they hardened quickly. The girl looked at him with moist, lustful eyes. He always found himself affected by Rochelle's wide hazel orbs-so pretty, so sexy.
"How do you want it, Rochelle? You're the boss on this shot," Yancy said.
Rochelle giggled. Then she began moving off the hammock. She sat up and then turned around. Then Rochelle moved back down on the hammock, but this time perpendicular with her buttocks raised high, her legs and breasts dangling off the strong ropes. She wiggled her butt and turned around. "Give it to me backwards, lover. I want to feel your hard dick in my cunt from the rear."
That, as far as Yancy could see, was more for his benefit than hers. He absolutely adored the feeling of her bouncy buttocks under his driving dick. He moved into a mounting position and poked his cock around her hungry cunt, but before penetrating her, Yancy dropped to his knees and began licking at her ass-cakes. The perky balls were perfect. He bit her left rump, leaving a purplish mark. Then he began lapping at the cleavage between her rump cakes. His tongue moved over the button of her ass-hole and then over the lips of her pussy. His finger played with her clitoris while his tongue continued to whip over her cunt's hungry lips.
When Yancy was contented with the way the girl was yelping and bucking, he pulled his head out of her ass cleavage and once again moved into a mounting position, but this time he was serious. This time there was no stopping his hard dick from sinking into her moist, ready vagina.
Rochelle groaned as the heat of Yancy's penis pierced into her womb. She felt the thick shaft parting the lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and winced. It was the most exquisite pleasure she had ever felt. She gasped and panted as one of his arms moved under her and settled across her breasts. Her huge, bouncing globes jiggled over his arm. His hot cock continued to move up and down, in and out of her. He was going like a piston, driving the hot brunette crazy with his magnificent rhythm. He continued massaging her clitoris and fondling her breasts as his dick moved in and out of her. Those lush butt cakes quivered magnificently under his driving manly force.
"Oh, fuck me! Oh, I need that big cock inside my cunt!" Rochelle groaned.
Pamela watched this entire ferocious episode with detached amusement. Her cunt still dripped jizz and she was not exactly hungry at the moment. But it was so much fun to watch them fuck! She tried to imagine all the different ways in which a man and a woman could perform intercourse. Surely there were methods she hadn't dreamed of yet. Her realm of experience was just beginning and was it ever due, Pamela mused, smiling wickedly.
Yancy groaned as the girl's big tits jiggled in his grip. He loved the sweet scent of Rochelle's sweating femininity. He licked at the short hairs on the nape of the girl's neck, then kissed the tender, perspiring flesh. She wiggled, her ass jiggling madly and Yancy felt his dick pusle.
"Mmmmmm, baby, you tell me when you're ready."
"Oh, give me that hot sauce, Yancy. I want to feel your dick jerking in me."
The girl tightened her cunt insanely around Yancy's dick. He could feel her quivering female flesh contract and he had a hard time holding on through it. He didn't want to ejaculate until the girl was fully animated and dancing with her own orgasmic heat. Then, in the midst of her passionate storm, Yancy would let go. Then, and not before.
He drew himself up slightly and perfected the angle of penetration by arching her buttocks back. Now he had his palms on her haunches and he drove his dick in with piercing precision.
She started to yelp and wriggle. Her mouth and eyes popped open with excitement and she made soft inaudible noises. Yancy heard her sobbing and knew she was approaching orgasmic storm fields. He continued clasping her haunches and digging his dick into her cunt even as her dancing took on an utter madness, even as her orgasmic heat culminated and she yelped in a hot frenzy.
Only then did Yancy allow his dick to begin ejaculating. He felt the hot orgasmic spasms of her cunt and each contraction enhanced his own orgasm. His hot sauce spurted against the walls of Rochelle's young pussy. He held her tight now and dug ferociously into her, his prick exploding.
When the orgasm peaked and began sliding into the past, the two of them remained clamped together, Yancy's manly frame resting on the girl's tender young flesh. They were sweating heavily and breathing deeply.
Pamela found herself stroking her pussy, but not hungrily. Rather, it was instinct at this point.
Yancy looked up at the flaxen-haired beauty and noticed that she had her hand over her cunt. He smiled. "Still hungry?" he said.
Pamela's smile was vacant but she nodded her head affirmatively.
"Well, give me a bit of a rest and I'll see what I can do for you," Yancy promised.
Pamela gasped. Was it possible he was going to give her that sweet male stick one more time?
* * *
They were giggling as they soaped each other up in the shower. Although the stall was small, the three of them seemed to fit nicely and even comfortably. Yancy was sucking on Pamela's breasts and had one hand over her cunt. His other hand massaged Rochelle's cunt and the two of them squirmed and wriggled, competing for their stud's hot prick.
Rochelle, somewhat exhausted from the stiff fucking she had just received, allowed Pamela to win the competition. Soon Pamela was on her knees in the shower, her hot tongue fluttering over the tip of Yancy's shaft as she held it firmly in her hand.
Yancy moved the wet flaxen hair off the girl's face so he could watch her high cheekbones, her full, lush, sweet mouth. She sucked him hungrily, and within a few moments he was totally hard and ready to give it to her.
Yancy waited until the three of them were well-rinsed, then he lifted Pamela into his arms and carried her out of the shower.
Rochelle lingered in the shower stall. She set the water on warm and closed her eyes, pretending she was in a tropical rain forest. She had no further interest in getting laid this evening. Tomorrow was another day. On the other hand, she knew that her girlfriend, Pamela, was experiencing all this for the first time and was probably still horny. Just as well, she thought to herself; let Yancy fuck her little brains out.
Yancy was preparing to do just that. He placed Pamela down on his bed and moved beside her very quickly. He covered her with his body, his dick sliding into her flaxen-haired delta. He massaged her clit and pussy with his hard cock, his hands scooping up her big tits and guiding the nipples to his lips. What a sweet bitch, he thought to himself. Not a virgin anymore, but that was due to him. She was pure for him, because it was his dick that had penetrated her first. He kissed her and moved his hand under Pamela's haughty buttocks. He fondled the sweet symmetrical globes tenderly while sucking her tongue into his mouth.
Within moments Pamela's hand moved down his belly and found his dick. She guided the hot, piercing tip of his dick to the moist lips of her pussy.
"You're learning fast," he said to her as she spread her legs wide and lifted them. She began rotating her hips, bumping and grinding, and Yancy's hard prick slid into her cunt slightly-
When he looked down, the very tip of his penis had disappeared into her opening, and that was only the beginning. She was rotating in circles now, her body rising to take in more and more of his hard cock.
Yancy knew what she wanted very well, and instead of making her work for it, he pushed down, his hard dick sinking all the way into Pamela's moist young snatch.
"Oooohhhhh shit!" the girl yelped, feeling the full, forceful penetration of Yancy's hard whang. She tightened her cunt around the throbbing shaft and continued to enjoy his deep rhythmic penetration.
Yancy gave it to the lush, tender, flaxen-haired beauty with precision until he felt her body tighten in spontaneous bolts of lightning. He massaged her clit while fucking her pussy and soon she was heaving furiously, deeply enveloped by wave upon wave of pounding passion. The orgasm made the girl dance frantically.
"Oh, give it to me, Yancy! I love that hard cock!"
"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, feeling her pulsing cunt tighten around his shaft.
The girl's orgasm was fantastic. Her sweet, silky, sensual carriage jerked and twitched and Yancy clasped onto her haunches, securing himself to the bucking female flesh. His hot explosion began immediately.
"Mmmmmm, I love the way you fuck, baby."
"Oh, Yancy! I love your big hard cock!" she said as it pulsed sweetly into her warm vaginal opening.
Yancy stiffened as his pulsing dick shot deep in her hole. It felt wonderful to be on top of all this quivering, panting female flesh.
The three of them sat in a circle in the living room, their bodies spent. They lounged casually on the thick fuck rug.
"What an evening!" Pamela said.
"Yes, Pamela. You managed to do away with your superfluous virginity. You have entered the world of experience," Yancy said to her.
"Yes, and let me tell you it's a relief," Pamela said.
They all giggled and Yancy poured another round of wine.
CHAPTER NINE
Yancy was amazed to walk into his afternoon English class the next day and find Lillian sitting at his desk.
"Hi," he said, trying to act as if nothing was unusual. "How are you?"
"I'm all right, Yancy, except I have this burning itch deep in my cunt," she said, whispering in his ear. "You're going to have to cancel your class and come along to my office."
He looked at her with disbelief. This was highly uncharacteristic, or at least it detracted from her image of efficiency. He was surprised that she would reveal her hunger to him in this way.
"Well, you're the boss," he said.
"Exactly," Lillian said with a smile.
Yancy took a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard: Class will not be held today. He then walked up to Lillian and sat down on the hard wood desk.
The class began discussing the situation among themselves, and within a few moments the classroom was emptied out, eagerly.
"Well, I must say I'm surprised at this behavior," Yancy said as he and Lillian walked toward her private office.
"Don't let anything I do shock you, Yancy. I do as I please around here," she said with over-authority.
"I'll try to remember that," he said softly, almost sarcastically.
"See that you do. If I want to cancel a class and screw the teacher, I just do it, plain and simple. Nobody questions me," Lillian said in a haughty, arrogant tone.
When they got to Lillian's office, she rather surprised Yancy by making a strange request.
"I want you to dominate me, Yancy."
"What?"
"You heard me. I want to be dominated; that is, if you've got the balls."
He looked at her curiously as she produced from her desk drawer a handful of silk kerchiefs.
She handed them to Yancy.
"Here. Tie me up with these and fuck the shit out of me. Use me, Yancy. Use me for your own pleasure. Humiliate me," Lillian suggested.
Yancy could hear the challenge in her tone, the demand in her statement. He felt his prick bulging. Every male member of the faculty probably had wet dreams about dominating Lillian and here he was getting the chance. It was as though he had stepped into the midst of a fantasy.
"What if somebody comes to the door?" he said. After all, they were on campus.
"Fuck them," Lillian snapped. "What do I give a shit?" She went over to the radio and turned it on. She had a classical station tuned in and made it loud enough so that the sounds of moaning and groaning would not be heard outside.
"But they'll know we're here. If someone comes to the door they will ... "
"Fuck them," Lillian repeated in a level voice. "Fuck 'em all. Now how would you like to tie me, Yancy? Would you like me to put my hands behind my back so you can bind my wrists?"
Yancy had a better idea. He told Lillian to undress while he looked around the office for suitable props.
There was a hook on the wall close to the ceiling. It hung uselessly now, but Yancy could see that it had once housed a pipe brace. Yancy smiled as the idea culminated in his head. He projected a picture of Lillian, her arms tied over her head, her big breasts pushed forward. Yes, it was a sweet picture.
Yancy tied a few of the silk kerchiefs together and threw them over the hook. The two ends hung down long enough for him to tie her wrists with.
"Come over here, baby," he said to the now-naked red-head.
Lillian saw what was on his mind and smiled. So, he did have a touch of the devil in him. How exciting, she thought as she allowed herself to be positioned for bondage.
Yancy fastened Lillian's wrists to the silk. The hook was high enough to pull her entire body taut and make her stand on her tip-toes. Her long, stalky legs looked exquisite pulled taut as did her flat stomach and generous breasts.
"What a hot bitch you are, Lillian," Yancy said, cupping her chin and having her look into his eyes. "
"I'm your slave," Lillian said with uncharacteristic servitude inherent in her voice.
Yancy nodded affirmatively. "That's true, bitch," he said. He scooped her curly red hair behind her back and fastened it there with a rubber band. That way it would make a nice handle if he decided to put his prick in her mouth. It would also keep her curly red mane from abstracting her pretty face as Yancy dominated her.
Her buttocks and back were up against the cool wall as she remained suspended from the hook. Her arms lifted high over her head, her breasts jutting out.
Yancy pinched and tweaked the tips of Lillian's breasts, hardening the strawberry nipples. He bent down and licked at the tight buttons.
"Mmmmm, you taste like candy, Lillian," he said, letting his tongue flutter hotly over her tits. He moved his tongue through her deep, moist cleavage.
"You're such a hot, milky bitch," he said. "I love your big tits."
"What can I do for you, master? How can I serve you?" the woman said. Her eyes were wide open and moist. He had never seen Lillian looking subjugated before. The sight of her pleased him. His prick throbbed.
Yancy took off his pants and shoes. He thought of it as rather silly to get undressed on campus, but he nevertheless found himself taking off his shirt and even his socks. He moved toward the bound woman and nestled his dick between her legs. He put his hand around her shoulder, moving slowly down the small of her back to the perky balls of her buttocks. He fondled her butt cakes as he slid his dick in and out of her delta. He could feel her hot pussy lips grazing against his dick.
Yancy moved away from Lillian suddenly. He bent down and clasped his palms around her ankles. Then he lifted her legs high so that she was suspended completely from her arms. He very quickly put his muscular arms under her legs, thereby taking the weight off her arms. Her hot pussy was now aligned with his pulsing prick and Yancy moved in slowly.
He allowed his dick to poke around the lips of her pussy for a moment.
Lillian's eyes opened wide. She began bumping and grinding her hips. She wanted his dick in her very badly.
"Oh, please give it to me," she said.
"When I'm ready," Yancy said, allowing his cock to move over the sensitive button of her clitoris. But he made no attempt to penetrate her cunt. No, he would make her wait until she absolutely needed it, until she could not live without it another second. Then he would dig his hard phallus into her moist female opening.
Lillian's body shook and tossed and her big breasts jiggled on her milky bosom. Yancy watched her hot tits dance as he continued massaging her clit with his prick.
Finally he could no longer stand not being in her cunt. He let his phallus slide into her slowly, first the tip, then the entire hot manly shaft.
"Oooooooohhhhh, yes!" Lillian hissed, her lips tightening and pulling over sparkling teeth. Her eyes squinted shut and her nostrils flared as Yancy's hot cock pounded into her with rhythmic insanity. The woman yelped and Yancy had to cover her mouth.
"Shhhh, bitch, somebody will hear you."
"Ooohhhh, give it to me. Give me that hard prick, Yancy," she yelped loudly.
Yancy was glad that the music was on. If somebody could hear her yelling, which was---likely, at least they would not hear what it was she was yelling. They could say they were rehearsing a play he had written. Sure, what the hell, if anybody asked. Anyway, who would ask Lillian? Her power in the department was absolute.
"Oooohhhh, Lillian, I love that tight cunt."
"Mmmmm," she said, contracting her twat tightly around Yancy's prick. She loved the way he descended deep into her hole. She loved the way his pulsing dick throbbed as he pushed it into her.
"Baby, I love your big tits," he said. He was holding her up with one hand under her now, his other hand moving up to fondle and caress the lush, hot globes of her breasts. He pinched the taut nipples, then ran his fingers over the smooth, milky flesh of her tits.
"Yancy, oh, Yancy, I'm your slave. Use me, Yancy. Oh, let me worship that hot penis."
"Mmmmm," he groaned as he felt the woman become delirious under his force, as he felt her quivering frame begin to quake with orgasmic heat. She was coming. He could tell by looking at her rolling eyes, her hissing lips.
"Oh, bitch, dance for me."
"Yeeeeeeeee," she groaned. Her mouth popped open and her eyes were suddenly widening. She threw her head back and it made her hair spread out frantically. As the rubber band broke, her lush red mane suddenly sprang free, falling over her shoulders, falling straight down to the lush caps of her tits.
Yancy's prick continued moving in and out of her as she came, and soon his own orgasm was upon him. Her tightening, quaking cunt triggered his hot explosion and all he could do was let it happen. The hot male sauce spurted out of Yancy's prick and coated the walls of Lillian's very tight snatch.
"Oh, give it to me, bitch!" he said as the last few drops of jizz spurted into her cunt.
Lillian shook and throbbed and soon Yancy was moving his own body down and allowing the woman to touch her feet to the floor.
He had to pull out of her and step back. He looked at the bound red-head. Her cunt was oozing hot jizz and her entire body was covered with a glistening layer of passionate sweat.
"That was miraculous, Lillian. That was absolutely fine."
"I'm glad it pleased you, master."
The word "master" made his prick quiver. He looked at her, finally allowing himself to give in to the role she had given him. Of course he knew that she was actually dominating him; she had suggested his role as master and was now making sure he played it well. It was all for her amusement, but alas, it was for his amusement too and he had the feeling it would place him on even more intimate grounds with the haughty red-head.
Yancy untied her and lifted her in his arms. He placed Lillian down on her desk, then told her to roll over and lie on her breasts and belly. He was amazed when she proceeded to follow his instructions. Yancy took the silk kerchiefs and tied Lillian's wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk, thus sprawling her body out over the top. Her tits and belly were pushed flat to the cool wood table. She moaned as Yancy stood above her. He was smoking a cigarette and looking down at the bound bitch, wondering how to enjoy her next.
He took another rubber band off her desk and once again tried to contain her lush curly red mane. This time he got practical, and once he had formed a ponytail he reinforced it with another rubber band. That would keep her high cheekbones and pretty lips in sight when she sucked his cock, he mused hotly. And did this girl ever have some cock-sucking to do!
Yancy had always been highly inflamed by the sight of Lillian's lips. Her mouth was the most erotic part of her. Those sweet, pearly teeth and that hot, saucy tongue never ceased to ignite passion. Yancy turned her head so that her profile faced him. Her mouth was open, panting, and when Yancy sat down beside her and proffered his penis, Lillian was only too pleased to let her hot tongue run over the mushroom-tip of it.
"Mmmmmm," she let out, "I love your lollipop."
"It's an all-day sucker, bitch," he said, moving closer to Lillian's mouth so that she could take his dick in further. He watched his hot shaft disappear between her very sweet, saucy lips.
"Now suck me, Lillian. You know how I love when you suck my hard prick."
Lillian kept on fluttering her tongue over the tip of his shaft. She was an expert at fellatio and knew that it was one of the best methods of addicting a man to a woman's charms. Lillian smiled as Yancy pulled his dick out of her mouth and led the hard, glistening phallus all over her face. She enjoyed having his wet dick resting on her forehead and his big balls dangling over her mouth. She let her hot lips cover the sweet sacs and her tongue fluttered on them. She loved the taste of male nuts.
"Mmmmmm, baby, you really are oral. I like that."
Lillian moaned as Yancy moved up. His balls dropped out of her mouth. When he came down again, his hard dick was aligned with her lips and she closed her eyes and took his prick in deep.
"Oh, baby, suck on it. Eat my big dick, Lillian."
"Mmmmm," the red-head moaned, opening her eyes slightly.
Yancy looked into her eyes. They were dreamy and out of focus. Her mouth was contorted from the act of sucking cock and her high cheekbones seemed accented as she slid the hard dick as deep in as she could.
His balls bounced on her sweet chin as Yancy moved in and out of Lillian's mouth with his hard prick.
While he was fucking Lillian's mouth he moved his finger between the cheeks of her butt, enjoying the warmth of her rump cleavage. He slid his finger down to the button of her ass-hole. Her cleavage had been moist and his finger was now slippery so he began poking it into her. Within a few seconds he had inserted his entire index finger in Lillian's buttocks.
"Mmmmm," the girl groaned, beginning to dance with a new peak of frenzy.
Yancy ass-fucked Lillian with his finger as she danced and sucked cock. The pretty, sweetly-symmetrical balls of her rump felt great under his hand. Within a few seconds his hot prick was exploding in her mouth.
"Oh, Lillian, suck up my hot jizz!" he commanded, holding her ponytail and directing her mouth for maximum cock penetration. He continued to finger-fuck her anus as his hot prick exploded and warm jizz slid down Lillian's throat.
Yancy pulled his dick out of her and gave the haughty red-head a jizz bath, hot droplets of come landing on her freckled cheeks, on her pale forehead, in her hot red hair. Yancy continued to ejaculate all over her. Then, before the last few drops shot out of his dick, he planted his prick firmly in her mouth.
"Suck up the last few drops, Lillian," he groaned, his body twitching, his mind clouded with pleasure.
Lillian sucked up Yancy's liquid passion greedily, loving the bittersweet taste of his come.
When he finally moved his prick out of her mouth and took his finger out of Lillian's anus, she realized how sore she was. She had been sucking his prick for over forty-five minutes and her jaw ached mercilessly.
"I guess you'd better untie me, Yancy," she said softly, dreamily.
"What do you mean, untie you, Lillian? I've just begun. I've been looking at your buttocks, baby, and I think you need a spanking. You've been one hell of a haughty bitch lately, Lillian; you must admit that."
Lillian looked at him and he could not read the look that played over her face. She hadn't been expecting him to exert his power over her beyond the moment she wanted to stop. But she was tightly bound; there was very little she could do if he wanted to spank her buttocks or call her a haughty bitch.
"Yancy, I do think you should untie me.
Yancy's response was non-verbal. His open palm slapped down on the haughty balls of Lillian's rump cakes.
"You've been one naughty bitch, Lillian, using your power to get your way," Yancy said before slapping his palm down again on her hot rump.
He alternated spanking her left rump cake for a few moments, then her right. He reddened the two sweet, symmetric globes and even then did not stop. It delighted him to give this arrogant bitch a hot spanking. He knew Lillian would not ever in a million years tell anyone about this. He knew he had her. She had finally revealed herself fully as the kinky bitch she was. Well, he'd always suspected as much. Power-mad people were always the kinkiest, Yancy reminded himself.
He continued spanking her rump until the girl was moaning and sobbing, at which point Yancy finally stopped.
"And now, Lillian my dear, let me show you what you get for being an aggressive bitch."
Yancy got behind the haughty red-head and massaged her pussy and clit with his dick, but instead of moving his cock into her cunt as Lillian had hoped for, he began pushing it into her ass-hole.
"Take it in deep, you sweet bitch!" he said, sliding his big prick deep into Lillian's lubricated anus.
His hard dick slid in and out of Lillian's hot ass-hole and Yancy delighted in the feeling produced by her warm, quivering butt cakes under him. He placed a hand under her to ignite her clitoris. That would make her hips swing with more ferocity; that would make her lust match his.
He knew she couldn't take it for long, so as soon as his prick began pulsing with terminal heat, Yancy allowed his hot dick to explode in Lillian's ass-hole. He moaned and yelped as her tightest opening accepted the hot spurts of male sauce.
Lillian wriggled and writhed under Yancy's driving body. Her freshly-spanked buns stung as his dick descended, as his underbelly slapped down on her cakes.
His orgasm made him move his fingers over her clit with mounting friction and soon Lillian was hysterical with sexual joy, the pain and pleasure mingling in a most delightful way.
A half-hour later, the door to Lillian's office opened and the two of them strolled out, looking as though they had just spent an hour discussing Keats and Shelley.
* * *
Rochelle felt her long, stalky legs being parted. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Yancy's tongue creeping up her milky inner thigh.
"Oh, Yancy, suck on me!" the brunette bellowed through swollen lips. She could still taste the hot sweet male sauce that had erupted out of his dick and filled her mouth not more than twenty minutes ago. And now he was rewarding her. Now he was preparing to...
"Mmmmmmmm," Rochelle moaned as Yancy's tongue slid over her cunt's lips. He parted her hot female core with his fingers and then virtually inserted his tongue in her cunt. Rochelle, after all was said and done, was his number one bitch. She was absolutely the prize of the whole harem. Now that he had cooled Lillian out and she had given him the complete freedom to do whatever he wanted, he felt more secure in his job, more able to take advantage of the fact that all the hot young coeds chased him.
"Rochelle, I love the taste of your sweet cunt," Yancy let out, looking up for a second.
The brunette looked down to see her professor's face covered with glistening pussy-dew.
"Oh, Yancy, I love the way you suck on me. Tomorrow I'll bring you another virgin," the panting brunette promised as orgasmic heat rippled through her sensual carriage.
Yancy stuck his tongue all the way into her cunt and wiggled it, holding the balls of Rochelle's buttocks in his palms. He continued tongue-fucking the hot young girl, rewarding her for her share in making his life a happy one indeed.
CHAPTER TEN
"You seem very happy lately," Lillian said coyishly, looking up at Yancy as the man undressed. Lillian was lying flat on her back upon the soft bed in Yancy's bedroom.
Yancy was not aware that his happiness, his delight at what life was presenting him with lately, was showing through. He had no idea his changes were so visible.
"I do feel really good," he said, looking at her in a way that would imply that she-Lillian-was the reason.
Lillian's vanity was fanned by Yancy's lingering smile. She lifted her arms, locking her fingers behind his neck. She pulled the hot stud down on her and their lips met. Lillian's tongue entered his mouth as she fondled him possessively.
"Mmmmmm, my faculty assistant is quite a stud," Lillian said.
Yancy did not answer. He felt the woman's fingers slide over the shaft of his prick and he watched it harden completely.
"Yancy, I need my cunt sucked," the girl said.
Yancy winked at her. He would service her if that's what she wanted. She certainly was making his life easy lately.
Lillian moved above him and then lowered her red-haired snatch down on his face.
"Mmmmm," the woman moaned as Yancy's fingertips parted the lips of her snatch, as his tongue began licking around her open female core.
Yancy was determined to get the edge with Lillian. So far her power trip had gotten the best of him in many ways, but Yancy felt that breaking. For one thing, the girl had become amiable over the last few hours. Of course, she exerted her power, but she also exerted a great deal of effort when it came to pleasing him. Just a half-hour ago, she had sucked his penis lovingly and allowed him to come in her mouth. Now she was demanding reciprocity. Yancy did not mind a bit. His hot tongue moved in and out of her twat with silky slickness.
"Mmmmmm," the woman moaned, tossing her head from side to side, her red hair flying madly about her breasts and shoulders.
Yancy could look up and see her big tits bouncing sweetly on her bosom as he continued to tongue-fuck her. He loved the hot, moist taste of her pussy-dew, and tongue-fucking Lillian's cunt was no chore at all.
"Oh, Yancy, give it to me!" she said, sitting down fully on his face, the lips of her twat flush against the lips of Yancy's mouth. His tongue continued to whip and flutter over her cunt.
"Oooooohhhh," the woman moaned as Yancy's palm came up and fondled her big breasts. He pinched her strawberry nipples slightly, just enough to harden the taut buttons. He groaned as Lillian's spine tightened, as her flesh began to quiver.
Yancy knew she was approaching orgasm and in order to heighten her pleasures, he spread the lips of her cunt further and inserted his tongue as much as possible.
"Ooooohhhhhh," the girl moaned, humping madly down on Yancy's face.
Yancy worked on Lillian until orgasmic heat shook her inner thighs, until jolts of pleasure arched her eyebrows and made her nostrils flare. Her eyes grew wide, then rolled out of focus.
"Oh, give it to me," she hissed, drawing her lips over her teeth and wincing with delight. Her body was covered with sweat; pale, freckled skin glistened in the dim light.
Yancy waited until her orgasm was over and then abruptly he pushed her on her side and sat up. He moved over the moist red-head and spread her legs. Then he placed her palms under her buttocks.
"I'm going to fill you up with cock now."
"Mmmmmm," she said, her eyes warm, imploring him to enter her.
Yancy allowed his prick to hover just above the girl's red-haired delta. He waited until she began trying to push him down. Yancy resisted. He smiled at her. It was nice to be on top of a woman who needed him so badly.
"When I'm ready," he said, exerting his will.
"Oh, please! Please!" she begged. "Fill up my cunt."
Yancy smiled. He knew how to get his way with this woman. She had to be played like a violin, but she would cooperate with him. Perhaps she would even assist him in his life's work-seducing moist young virgins-or at least stay out of his way and let him operate without interference. That would be enough; Yancy didn't need any help when it came to seducing moist maidens.
"Give it to me, Yancy! Please!" she said. She grabbed his dick and tried to force it down, but Yancy clasped her hand. He moved her arms over her head, pinning her hands down with his own. He moved up now and let his dick slide over the lips of her cunt.
"Please! Please!"
Yancy's hot dick sank suddenly into the red-head's quivering moist cunt. He moved up and down on her like a piston, charging her hot box with electricity.
"Ooooohhhh," the woman groaned as orgasmic heat once again mounted in her.
Yancy held her buttocks with one wide palm, his other palm cupping her sweet, round breasts. With both hands full of sweet female goodies, he ejaculated into the heat of Lillian's pussy.
His orgasm triggered hers and they danced together in a storm of passion. When it was over, the woman had a passive, docile look in her eyes. Yancy just had to look at her to know that he had tamed the hottest bitch fate had ever thrown him up against.