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." Suppressing a groan, Alex looked at Clarissa nervously. 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
fun. She was the first to arrive in the lab. In his typical style of 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 got to 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 got to 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 mistake. After all, if Alex came before
Herman got it up, they were 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." reluctantly 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 petulance. 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 blinded by passion, her arm
flew out and hit Herman on the belly. She 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
her 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.
Besides being one horny bastard, Herman proved to be good to his word. No
mention was ever made about their afternoon menage a trois nor were there any
future references made to university regulations. In fact, Herman reverted to
his previous behavior and just treated them as two more DOS freaks. This hurt
her a little as she thought they had showed him a pretty good time. As much as
he definitely wanted to ignore her, Clarissa still kept her eye on him. Now,
however, instead of moving little pictures of disks in and out of garbage cans,
she noticed that he was spending the better part of his working day, admiring
the ass of his new assistant, a young oriental girl named Yoon Shin. Mutually
deciding that Herman's lips were definitely sealed she and Alex resumed their
weekly meetings in the library. A few weeks later, just as he was about to open
the door, they heard a thud. Listening more closely, they realized someone else
was using the room for the same purpose they intended. They agreed to wait
behind the stacks. Hardly a likely ruse, nevertheless, Clarissa pretended to
browse through a copy of Lambeck and Scott's Introduction to Higher Order
Categorical Logic. After a few minutes, Yoon Shin opened the door and skipped
lightly out, smoothing her skirt and smiling. A minute later the door opened
again. Out pranced Herman, smiling like the cat who ate the canary. He looked
around, spotted us behind the shelving, and gave us his best college try at a
wink.
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