Unlike most of life, in the case of Clarissa and Alex's tryst in
his office, reality proved better than fantasy. Practicality,
however, suggested that crashing almost an entire lab of computers
(the PC's were unscathed) was not the best course of action to reach
sexual ecstasy on a regular basis. Fortunately, Alex's department had
a key for a little used conference room in the library. It was small,
with nice pile rugs, and best of all, located in a part of the
library that was rarely frequented. So life continued in a rather
pleasant fashion for them both.
As far as the 12 Macs which had suffered from that rather sudden
viral flu, they seemed to make a swift spontaneous recovery. In the
weeks that followed, they both would often break out in laughter when
they remembered the frenzy Clarissa's little joke had caused Herman,
the lab director. Since nothing even near permanent damage was done,
the incident began to fade into the past. So Clarissa was a little
taken aback when she received Herman's email message.
First of all, no one on the East coast knew her email
address, except Alex and she was sure he had not given it to Herman.
Also the tone of the message gave her a little start.
"TO: Clarissa Stone
FROM: Herman Jejune
Please see me in the lab at 4:00, Thursday."
Of course, she would go. Since her sudden interest in Macs,
her relationship with Herman had improved immensely. He was not
really a bad sort, but rather one who fleshed out the definition of
'computer nerd.' Rumor had it that he was gay. Having a sixth,
seventh and even eighth sense about these things, though, Clarissa
didn't think so.
Being a happy-go-lucky type person she didn't give it too
much thought after the initial message. That is until Thursday
arrived and she saw Alex standing wordlessly in the lab next to
Herman.
"You probably are wondering why we are all gathered here
today."
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Seeing that his attempt at humor had once again fallen flat, Herman
got straight to the point.
"I know that you were responsible for what happened to my
Macs. I also know what you were doing in Alex's office on that day
and what you are continuing to do in room 302 in the library."
Because the lab caper was entirely her doing, she was
surprised at Alex's answer.
"It was really only a little joke. I really didn't mean any
harm."
Instead of the usual twinge in her twat, hearing his gallant
words made her feel a tug elsewhere.
Herman wasn't buying any sort of apology, though. He
continued recounting the university's policy about fornication on
campus. Until this point, Clarissa didn't even know they had one. Her
mind started drifting to visions of her and Alex standing on
unemployment lines. Herman's next words brought her quickly back to
earth.
"I also know that you are both married, however, not to each
other."
Chivalry or not, she decided to take the bull by the horns.
"What do you want?"
Knowing that he had the upper hand, he quickly retorted, "So
glad you finally asked." His bravura quickly faded when his
explanation actually began.
After a lot of uhs, and you-knows they found out that Herman
did indeed like women, very much so. His problem was that he couldn't
get it up.
"In exchange for my silence, I would like the two of you to
give me a little lesson on how it's done. To insure you use your best
teaching methods, I will add that if I don't get an erection while
watching, I will have to inform all parties about your activities. I
noted that Wednesday afternoon is the usual time for your rendezvous
in the library, so I have scheduled a private seminar in the lab next
week. I trust that you will be there."
With these words, they departed. Alex was the first to break the
silence.
"The little fucker is blackmailing us."
"Yeah, it sure looks that way, but it doesn't seem like we have
much choice. I guess we've just got to go with the flow."
Despite her upbeat remarks to Alex, Clarissa did not take the
upcoming task at hand lightly. One did not have to be a psychologist
to see that Herman had deep seated problems that required serious
measures to correct them.
She began that very night by urging her not unwilling husband to
shave her twat until it was virgin clean. With the outside pristine,
she demanded that the same be done for the interior. This of course
had to be repeated to insure absolute cleanliness (and horniness) for
the Wednesday to come, following her personal maximum, "The more, the
better".
When the showdown Wednesday finally arrived, Clarissa dressed to
meet the challenge. Although Alex never paid attention to anything
she wore, Clarissa woke up the 30 minutes earlier to dress for
Herman. She began with a low cut lacy black bra and a matching black
garter belt and stockings. Next came a sheer black silk sleeveless
top and a short tight black skirt. So her students wouldn't be unduly
distracted, she topped her outfit with a long white linen jacket.
Though this was definitely blackmail, she thought it might be kind of
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humor, Herman had all the lights turned off and the Macs turned on
with an array of fish swimming on their screens.
Although Clarissa most admired Alex with his clothes off, she
was impressed when he entered the lab. Running her eyes over his
tight black jeans and t-shirt, she almost forgot their ultimate
purpose. Only Herman had not altered his attire for the occasion. He
was dressed, as usual, in typical nerd fashion-- brown shoes with
blue socks, dark green slacks, and a light blue dress shirt worn over
a plain white undershirt. The shirt pocket contained at least a half
dozen writing implements, including a couple of cheap .5 mm lead
pencils, and a few felt pens in various colors.
Although there were no set directions, they still felt like
actors on a stage. With grace, Alex removed her jacket. They had both
rehearsed this role in some form before. As he brushed her shoulder
an electric current began to run through her body. Slowly the buttons
of her top began to become undone. She glanced at Herman and saw his
hands sitting in his lap. She turned to Herman and said "You've gotta
take yours off too, you know. I want to see when you get it up. And
just so we know what is possible, I need to know if your impotence is
biological or psychological."
At this Herman blushed. He removed his shoes and said
"Psychological". He removed his pants (to reveal plain white boxer
shorts) and said "The doctors used stamps to verify that nothing is
physically wrong." He removed his shirt. "Mine is a long and sad
tale! said Herman, turning to Clarissa and sighing.
"It is a sad tail, certainly," said Clarissa, looking down at
Herman's 'tail', "But I don't see why you call it a long one!"
Herman completely missed this literary reference, and continued
to relate how, as a child, he had walked into his parent's bedroom to
find his mother engaged in some non-understandable act with the TV
repair man. "The repair man's Thing was so big, and Mom was screaming
so, it frightened me, and I just have never gotten it up".
By now, Clarissa was in her silky, slinky underwear, and she
started to remove Alex's clothes. First his t-shirt (he had somehow
removed his shoes already). As her hands started their journey to his
belt, she paused to caress his right nipple with her tongue. "I hope
it gets better than this" said Herman. "Aw, take it easy" Alex
replied, "You've gotta start these things slowly. I can see you have
a lot to learn." Getting right on with the lesson, Alex's right hand
started to massage Clarissa's left breast, which caused her nipple to
strain against her bra. "For example, if I were to squeeze this
nipple now, Clarissa would hurt, but in 20 minutes or so, it might be
the sensation that brings her over the edge."
Clarissa's hands remained busy throughout this exchange,
unbuckling Alex's belt and pants. She gave a pull, and the pants fell
to the floor. A small step, and Alex was freed from their restraint.
But much to Clarissa's surprise, Alex was as flaccid as Herman.
"Gee, I've never seen you soft BEFORE you cum." Alex seemed a
bit embarrassed, and muttered something about being nervous about the
whole thing.
Herman said "Why are you nervous? There's nothing to worry
about, it's just your career and future riding on this performance."
"Thanks", Alex replied. Realizing that something had to be done
about this, Clarissa grasped Alex's member in one hand and start to
kiss the head. A little gentle sucking, and she could feel him start
to rise.
"Not too nervous, I see". As he started to rise, in little jerks
timed to his pulse, she realized that going too far could be a
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both sunk. So she raised her head, only to have her train of thought
interrupted by Herman.
"Come on! Stick it in already!".
"Chill!" said Alex. "I'm not ready, and neither is she. First,
Clarissa has to be warmed up. Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?" A
short pause ensued, while Alex and Clarissa kissed for a bit, paying
special attention to tongue and mouth games. Then, "Say, you do know
enough about female anatomy to follow what we're about to do? I
thought not. Clarissa, sit on the table please." So she jumped up
onto the table. "Spread your legs and face Herman so we can show him
what's going on." Not unreluctantly she exposed herself to Herman,
and by the look on his face she knew he'd never had a good look at a
woman's crotch before. Alex sat next to her, took his right hand, and
spread her nether lips apart.
"This, Herman, is the gateway to mutual pleasure. As I'm sure
even you know, this is a vagina" he said as he apparently absent
mindedly stroked my slit. Try as she may she could not stop the
shudder that began in her cunt from overtaking the rest of her body.
#1 did not go unnoticed by Herman.
Taking a quick glance she noticed that although his right hand
still had not penetrated his boxers, there was a definite
pertrubance. Encouraged, she gave him a little wiggle and a wink.
Being watched was a definite turn on!
Alex too was warming up to the subject. In his most professorial
voice he again addressed Herman. "And this", teasing her clit with
his other hand, "is a clit-- possibly the most sensitive part of a
woman's body." As if on cue, when he touched it, she began to writhe
and feel another tingle of more promising things to cum. "You can rub
it, and lick it, and suck it" he said, and continuing the sentence,
Clarissa added "and it feels GOOD".
"Notice also", the professorial voice continued, "This area below
the slit, sometimes called a 'taint (as it 'taint pussy, 'taint ass).
Very sensitive on some women, including our lovely model here."
To add video to the audio part of his lecture Alex began to
illustrate these three techniques. With a long lick, he started above
her clit and slid all the way down her slit. He repeated this a few
times, burrowing his tongue a bit deeper into her hole and stopping a
bit lower each time. After her whole crotch was cleaned, and Alex
took a nibble of her 'taint. His mouth then moved back up to her
clit, brushing it back and forth with his tongue, while one finger
burrowed deep into her and started to rub the magic spot inside, and
another lightly caressed her pucker hole. In retaliation, she got
some spit on a finger and started to play with Alex's hole. Until
this point, she had remained fairly silent (for Clarissa, at least),
but the combination of tongue and fingers reached the point that she
could bear it no longer and she screamed.
Perhaps it was a flashback to the TV repair man, but Herman came
running over and began to gently caress her breasts. His gesture was
sweet, but what she wanted at that moment was a big hard cock filling
her void.
Muttering something about how that was not part of the deal,
Alex gave Herman a rather rude shove. If reason had ruled at all in
this venture, it would probably not have taken place. But at this
point at least two of the three participants were well into the
advanced throes of passion, and the third was at least confused.
"Well Herman, I see we're starting to have some effect on you"
Alex said as he repositioned himself. Taking a nipple into his mouth,
he started to work his rigid rod into her longing hole. Literally
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was about to mumble an apology (she was a well trained child), when
her hand slipped down to rest on his now nearly erect member. Herman
grunted. Without too much thought, she dragged Herman by his handle
so that he was standing near her head. When she turned, his balls
were at table height, so she started to lick them. Herman moaned.
Alex was pumping away full blast, long strokes that ended with his
dick buried deep in he twat, while one hand rubbed her clit and
another rubbed her ass. What could be better? And then she knew. She
grabbed Herman's shaft and sucked his head into her mouth. Her second
orgasm found her with Alex's dick clamped in her cunt, his pinkie in
her butt, and her hand around Herman's dick. She could control
neither her moans nor her drooling as she tasted a drop of Herman's
precum. Alex, realizing that they had 'won', started to pump so fast
it felt like a powerful vibrator, and her next orgasm was soon
followed by a fourth. Herman was rocking his hips so furiously that
his cock slid effortlessly back and forth in her spit soaked hand and
mouth. As he bent down to suck my free tittie, he murmured something
like "Now I see, Mommy." With a much less intelligible cry coming
from Alex, she could feel him shooting his hot load deep inside her
at the same time as she tasted Herman's jism shoot into her mouth.