Harry Horsefeld had just turned 21 and was sitting in his dorm room reflecting on his life. He hated that he was so average. He was average height and average weight; he had average looks and almost average grades. He now wished he had joined a fraternity since the frat boys always seemed to get the nice looking girls, but he had put it off and now he was in his junior year and he knew it was too late to try to get in. He knew if he had more money in his pocket, he could do better with the girls, but he couldn't ask his father for a raise.
His father was always on him about his grades. Whenever they talked on the phone his father constantly harangued him with such epitaphs as: "Who is going to hire a college graduate with a C- average?" or "I'm pouring my money down the drain for C's." He probably could pick up his grades if he was interested enough in something, but his courses were a bore to him.
Harry knew he needed to come up with a way to earn some money. He realized that just getting a regular job like the one he had last summer was not going to work. He didn't have any special talent, so he couldn't get a well-paying job. He also found work almost as boring as going to class. No, he needed to find a unique way to make some good money.
One day while he was in the college library, where he went once in awhile to see if he could pick up a girl, he spotted a book titled, "Finding Financial Reward in Yourself." He decided to skim the book to see if he could get any ideas. He found the book's main point was that every person has one or more unique features and that by further developing or utilizing those features, a person can be invaluable to others who seek that special feature in someone. Once you become invaluable to others, you can market that part of you in order to reap the financial rewards.
On his way out of the library, he picked up an alternative newspaper from a rack in the foyer. On his way home, Harry contemplated the book he had just skimmed. 'What special features do I have?' he wondered. Harry knew he was just an average guy. When he got back to the dorm, he paged through the newspaper. He glanced through the classified section, and spotted an ad that read: "Young man available to comfort lonely ladies, call 252-6513." Then another: "Sensual massage for ladies by virile young man, call 456-3987."
Harry had an idea. His nickname given to him by the guys in the dorm was "Harry the Horse" and they hadn't given him this nickname because of his last name. That was one area he was not average in. He had also remembered seeing an ad recently while he was surfing the web about enlarging your penis. His thoughts then went back to the book's advice about further developing your unique features for profit. He jumped up and went to his computer. He soon found the web site advertising a program to enlarge your penis. It cost $36.00 to subscribe, but he figured one week's allowance would be worth it if it worked.
Harry did the prescribed exercises and within a month his ten-inch cock now measured an impressive twelve inches. He was ready to market his unique feature. He called the alternative newspaper classified section and placed the following ad: "Well-endowed college student wishes to earn some extra money, call 528-7898."
Harry then waited and waited. He ran back to the dorm after each class to check his answering machine. Finally he got the message he had been waiting for. A lady had called and said she needed some help around her place and that he should call her. He immediately followed up and set an appointment for that weekend. He found the house in a neighborhood where many of the college professors lived. 'So what?' he thought. 'I need the money.' So he rang the doorbell.
When the door opened he murmured, "Holy shit!" Harry was standing there facing his English professor from last year, the one who had given him a D instead of flunking him when he promised not to take any more of her classes. Here she was in all her glory, 275 pounds compacted onto a 5' 5" frame and dressed in a see-through nightgown.
"Hello, Miss Lester," he stammered.
"Well, hello, Harry," she replied. "I didn't expect to see you, but you never know who will show up when you answer one of those ads. Come in." She led him to the living room and sat down on the couch. He sat across from her in an easy chair.
"Well, what's your fee?" she asked. "And if I pay it I assume you're ready to do anything?"
"Truthfully, you're my first customer," he replied. "Does a hundred for an hour sound unreasonable?"
"Not if your advertising is correct. Come over here and let me see. And I hope you're better at this than you are at English."
Harry stood and did as ordered. She reached up and unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants. She pulled them over his hips and now he was standing before her in his boxers. Even though Miss Lester wasn't much to look at, he felt a twinge in his cock, knowing that soon it would be bared to this 50-something-year-old lady. She then pulled down his boxers.
"Hmmm," she hummed. "I see you don't go in for false advertising." She took his cock in her hand and inspected it like she was buying a new watch. She lifted his cock with one hand and felt his balls with the other. "Those feel nice, too. I'm going to get my hundred dollars' worth."
By this time, Harry's cock had started to harden. She began to stroke his cock very gently and at the same time continued to massage his nuts. When she noticed some precum leaking from the tip, she moved her face towards her prize and licked at it. She enjoyed the salty taste.
Harry was starting to get into this now. He had only gotten laid once this semester and he and the girl had both been drunk, so he only half remembered the occasion. This tonguing of his cock hole was all he needed to get his 12 inches standing at attention. Miss Lester sat back on the couch and admired his rock-hard cock.
"Harry, I can't wait to get that buried into my pussy, but first I need you to get me ready." She stood and removed her nightgown. Her massive tits, with their big, dark areolas and dark red nipples, hung down to her waist. Her stomach bulged out, so he couldn't get a look at her pussy.
She put both feet on the couch and sat down, exposing Harry to the meatiest and hairiest pussy he had ever seen. All he could do was stare. "What the fuck are you looking at? Haven't you seen one before?" she barked at him. The substance, as well as the tone, of her voice brought him quickly back to reality. "Not one that looked so big," he replied
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"Well, your cock looks big enough to fill it. Quit talking and get down here and use your tongue on me."
Harry knelt down between her legs. Soon his face was between her fat thighs. He had eaten a couple of pussies along the way, but none with this strong an aroma. 'Oh well, I am getting paid for this,' he thought as he ran his tongue up and down her enlarged labia. He took one of her inner lips in his mouth and sucked. Miss Lester had her head back on the couch, her eyes were closed and she was humming. Her aroma grew stronger as the juice oozed out of her pussy. He put three fingers in her sopping hole and began to finger fuck her. At the same time, he licked and probed right under her mound of Venus. Her very pink clit soon exposed itself to him. He put his lips over it and began to suck while his fingers were vigorously moving in and out of her.
"Ahhhhhhh," she cried out as her fat thighs pinched Harry's head. She had his face locked between her legs and he couldn't get a breath. She bucked and writhed, and he felt like she was either going to break his neck or smother him. Finally, she relaxed and he was able to catch his breath.
"Now I want that cock of yours in me," she hissed. She got off the couch and lay down on the floor. Harry was still hard and he maneuvered between her legs. He rubbed his cock head up and down her labia. She was just lying back and smiling at him. He then entered her easily, as she was very wet. He began to stroke her slowly and her smile got brighter. He grabbed both of her big tits and fondled them as he fucked her.
