The Continuing Saga of Sandy

Sandy first appeared in two earlier stories, The Young Wife and the Rough Neighbor, part 1 and 2. They appeared in the Loving Wives category. I was encouraged by some readers to write more from Sandy's point of view, so this story picks up after Young Wife and The Rough Neighbor part 2 ends. Since Sandy is no longer a Loving Wife, her stories will continue in the Erotic Couplings category.

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After Bill and I moved into our new place, we tried to save our marriage. We went to counseling, both together and separately. It helped me a lot, and gave me hope that we might be able to work through the mess I'd caused. But in the end, it was too much for Bill, and after 18 months of marriage, he divorced me, and took a job on the West coast. I never saw him again. I got a small settlement, and decided to use it to go back to college, and get a degree. I thought a career in Business was the way I wanted to go, so I went through the process of transferring my junior college classes to a local university, enrolling for the fall semester, finding a cheap apartment, and lining up a part-time job. I also was able to get some financial aid. I signed up for classes, not really understanding the course descriptions, and by mistake enrolled in an advanced economics class. Someone should have caught that I didn't have the background classes for that course, but as I was to find out, things at this school weren't on the up and up.

My other three classes were fine, I found I was prepared and could handle them. But the econ class was a nightmare. I struggled to understand the basic vocabulary, much less any concepts, and after 2 weeks realized I was in over my head. I didn't know what to do, except to plug away and see if I could get through it. The first test came around, and I flunked, real bad. Shit, now what? The next time the class met, the professor announced that anyone needing extra help could see him during office hours. I decided to I had to do something, so I made the appointment to see him. It was the next day, later in the afternoon, when I walked in his office. The secretary had gone, so I walked to his door and knocked. He opened the door, and waved me inside.

The professor was a dweeby looking guy, skinny and around 5-9, with a balding head and a big nose. His eyes kind of creeped me out, he'd stare at you and look right through you. But, if he could help me, I wasn't going to let that get to me, so I smiled at him and sat down in a chair next to his desk. he sat down also, and stared at me, looking me up and down, lingering on my big boobs straining against my shirt. I'd put on some weight, and had gone up a cup size, but didn't have the money for new clothes, so I looked more than busty than ever. I got uncomfortable with him ogling me, and squirmed around on the chair.

"Miss Green, what can I help you with today?" he said, still staring at my tits.

"I need some help understanding your econ class. I'm really lost."

He opened a file, and looked at it for a minute. "Yes, your test score was not good. I also see you did not have the two prerequisite courses leading up to this one. You shouldn't be in this class." He closed the folder and stared at me again.

"Oh, I didn't know that. What can I do?"

"You can withdraw from the class. Unfortunately, it is too late to enroll in another, so you'll be below the minimum hours for full-time status. That will impact your financial aid, I'm afraid. Or, you can try to finish this class, and hope you can keep up enough to at least get a D. However, since you don't have the background, I don't see that happening, so you finish with a failing grade, but keep your financial aid. Unfortunately, that puts you on academic probation for the next semester." He said all of this with no emotion at all. I was stunned, I needed to stay on track. I couldn't afford to lose my aid, nor could I afford to repeat classes. I hung my head, wondering why life never gave me a break.

"There is another possibility, however." I looked up at him, hoping for a reprieve. "But I don't know, it would require a lot of effort on your part, putting in time after hours and so on."

"Please, I'm a hard worker, what would I have to do?"

" I have no doubt you are a hard worker. However, what I am offering would require you to be both open-minded, and discrete. You would have to provide certain services for me, and in return, I would guarantee you would finish the course with no less than a C. Would that interest you?"

I sat and stared, speechless, the old fart wanted to fuck me in return for a grade! Shit! My mind raced, trying to find a way out of this, but I was screwed. If I didn't do what this creep wanted, I'd lose my aid, and have to go back to another dead-end job. I didn't want to do that, so I surrendered, deciding I could do this, no matter how disgusting it might be.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. Anything you want." I said, my face flushing with shame.

"Excellent." he said, smiling for the first time. "You are making a wise choice. Just so we understand each other, tell me what it is you are willing to do."

"I'll do anything you want me to do." I said, looking down.

"Be more specific." he snapped in a sharp tone.

I looked up, and stared at him. "I'll have sex with you." He nodded, and wrote something on a note pad, and tearing it off, handed it to me. It was an address for a motel, with a time and date. It was tomorrow afternoon. I looked at him and nodded, and went home. Later, after moping around all evening, I decided to make the best of it. It was only sex, after all, and I had fucked nastier guys than the professor for less. I would get it done, out it behind me, and move on with a passing grade in hand.

The time came around, and I drove my little beater to the motel. It was a rundown place on the edge of town, near the truck stops and the industrial park. Finding the room number, I knocked and waited. The door opened, and the professor let me in. He was dressed in boxers, skinny as a rail with wisps of red hair on his chest. I stood insider the door,and waited, while he crossed to the bed and sat down. He stared for a moment, and I could see he had a sizable bulge under his boxers.

"Come here, closer." he ordered. I did as he said, and stood in front of him. I was dressed in a sun dress with nothing underneath, seeing no need for too many clothes, and he lifted the hem to my waist, smiling when he saw I had no panties.

"Take it off." Again, I did as I was told, and stood in front of him naked. To be honest, I was scared shitless, something about this guy was creepy as hell. He just stared, looking me up and down, and rubbing his growing cock through his shorts.

"Put your hands behind your head." When I did, it thrust out my boobs, and I saw his eyes gleam.

"Turn around." I did, and felt his hand caress my ass cheek. I shivered, but kept my hands behind my head. Then his hand slipped between my legs, and I felt a finger slide between my pussy lips up to my clit and rub it. I shuddered, it felt good. He fingered me until I got wet, then moved the finger to my ass and smeared my juices on it. Then he slid the finger back to my pussy, and I felt his thumb against my asshole. With a quick stab, he penetrated me.

"Ahhh." I gave a little cry, and shuddered again. The creep was getting me worked up. I glanced down at my boobs, and my nipples were sticking out, hard and swollen. I twisted my hips a little as he kept on fingering me, and fucking my ass with his thumb.

Then, he pulled his thumb out, and I could hear him shuffling around behind me.

"Okay, turn around." I did, and saw he was naked, sitting down, a very nice cock standing up from between his legs. "Get down on your knees, and suck it." I let my arms drop, got down between his legs, and took his cock in my hand. It was good-sized, but I'd had bigger, and took it deep in my mouth. He made a little noise, but didn't move as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, sucking on it and lapping it with my tongue. I was kinda surprised, he smelled pretty good, and he wasn't trying to gag me, so I began to think this might not be too bad. I wouldn't have thought that if I knew what was coming later.

Looking up as I worked on him, I saw he was staring at me hard, and gave an evil little grin when I looked at him. Leaning forward a bit, he reached down and grabbed my boob, squeezing it and pinching the nipple in his fingers. It hurt, and I flinched and pulled off his cock.

"I'll tell you when to stop." he said, and pinched me again, so I swallowed his cock again, and jacked him with my hand. This seemed to satisfy him, and he stopped pinching and just fondled my boob as it hung down from my chest. I was going to have bruises, but it wouldn't be the first time. I kept on sucking, licking, and jacking until my jaw started to ache, and I wondered if this guy couldn't cum?

"Stop. Get up on the bed, on your back." I hoisted myself back on my feet, and he stepped aside to let me on the bed. "Slide down, so you ass is on the edge." I wiggled my body until I was where he wanted me. He stepped up close to me, hoisted my legs up on his shoulders, swiped his cockhead up and down my slit a couple of times, and without any warning slammed it all the way in.

I was pretty wet, and it didn't hurt, but it surprised me and I yelped. He didn't say a word, just started fucking me like a jackhammer, and staring at my boobs flopping around. For an old guy, he had stamina, just kept at it and never slowing down. I was surprised, I was starting to enjoy it, and closed my eyes and went with it. For several minutes he fucked me, and I was starting to feel like I might cum, when all of a sudden something flopped onto my face. Opening my eyes, I saw a cock under my nose, a very big cock. I rolled my eyes to the side, and saw it was attached to another professor in the department. He was the type always making comments to the girls about their hair or clothes, and was touchy-feely. Now his cock was laying on my mouth. Not seeing that I had a choice, I opened my mouth, and licked the underside, making him purr with pleasure, then he pulled it away and pointed the head at me. I turned my head, and opened my mouth to let it in. Now I had a cock in each end, something I had never done, but always wanted to try, just never thought it would be with a couple of old guys. We stayed like that for a while, with the first guy fucking me like no tomorrow, and the second guy feeding to my face.

"Let's switch." The second guy said.

"Okay." replied the first, pulling out of my sopping pussy, and climbing on the bed. Number two grabbed my legs and flipped me over, letting my feet back on the floor. Then he leaned over my back, and started to push his cock in my pussy. He was longer and thicker than the first guy, but I was so wet I was able to take it without much trouble. The first guy got on his knees in front of me, and I pushed up on my hands so I could take his cock in my mouth again. He started to fuck my mouth with short fast strokes, and I sucked my lips down on him, and rolled my tongue around the head. The second professor was long stroking me from behind, letting me feel every inch of him going in and coming out. I felt very dirty, and also very turned on. Being used like this was doing it to me again.

The second prof didn't last like his buddy, and I could feel him going faster, slapping against my ass and making my boobs swing. He lasted about a minute more, then grunted like an old boar, pushed it deep in me, and shot his load. This must have been what the first guy was waiting for, or it tripped his trigger, because he groaned, and started to pump cum in my mouth. I swallowed most of it,some dribbling down my chin. The second guy flopped down in a chair, his cock hanging between his legs, and the first guy got up and went to the bathroom. I just lay there, cum running out of my pussy, wondering if we were done. It wasn't all that bad, I thought, and giggled to myself. Then someone knocked at the door. Before I could move, another guy came in., and I saw it was one of the janitors. I rolled over and covered myself, and watched as he pulled out a roll of bills, peeled some off, and gave them to the second professor.

"Okay, there she is, your turn." he said, pointing at me. He leered at me and started to undress. The first guy came out of the bathroom.

"You're not done yet. Take that sheet off your body, and show yourself." I hesitated, and all three stared at me until I did. Shit, was the while damn faculty going to do me?

The janitor walked up to the bed, his cock swinging back and forth. He was nothing special, short and hairy with a pot belly. He had me get on my hands and knees, and fucked me doggy while the other two watched and jacked themselves. He didn't last long either, and dumped another load in me. They let me go to the bathroom and clean up, and when I came out the janitor was gone.

"Can I go?" I asked.

"Wait a minute." said the first guy, looking at the second guy. Number 2 was looking at his phone, and shook his head. "No, you have one more of our friends to service." said the first guy. I slumped down on the bed. This had stopped being fun. I sat on the bed, while those two took the chairs, and whispered back and forth, pretty much ignoring me. That suited me fine, I wanted to get this over with, and get the hell away from these creeps. Finally, the door opened, and I was surprised to see a tall, good looking black man come in. He nodded to the other two, and without saying a word, took his clothes off. He was older with short gray hair, but still had some muscle, and as his slacks and shorts came off, I could see he was hung as well. A bit longer than the other two, but thicker yet. I licked my lips as I watched him, I had always had a thing for black men. He walked over to the bed, very confident, and climbed in next to me. I was on my knees, sitting back on my heels, and he stretched out next to me, putting a big hand on my leg.

I looked at him, waiting for his next move, and he looked back at me with a curious expression. Something seemed different about this guy, he was more relaxed. If the other two hadn't been in the room, I think I would have been all over him. But, I sat back, and let him take the lead. He wasted no time, sliding his hand up my leg, and cupping my pussy. I arched my back and stuck out my boobs as he massaged the puffy red lips, making me get wet all over again. This was followed by a large finger entering me, and curling up to press against the spot on the upper wall. I jerked and gasped in response,and he pressed even harder, working his fingertip in a circle. I'd been close to cumming all day, never quite getting there, but this guy pushed me right over the edge. shuddered and clenched my fists as a big one ripped through me. I opened my eyes, and saw the black guy smiling at me, then he pushed me over onto my back. He got between my legs, and pushed his cock into me easily, I was so wet and slimy with pussy juice and cum. Even so, I could feel my pussy stretching around his shaft. He held himself up off my on his hands, and began to pump his cock in a steady rhythm. I put my hands on his chest, running my hands through the gray curls and fingering his black nipples. Unlike the other two, this guy was good looking and sexy, and I didn't want to close my eyes, I wanted to look at him while he had his way with me.

The long thick cock felt great inside my hot pussy, and I raised my legs and set my heels on his back, giving him a better angle. He gave me a wink in return, started fucking me faster, and for the next few minutes I was swept away by the pleasure he was giving me. I had another orgasm, and held onto him as he pushed himself to his own finish. I felt him tense up and shudder, then drive his cock in deep to fill me with his big load. I reluctantly let him go, and he straightened up, pulling his cock out of me. He gave me another smile, and talked quietly to the other two while he got dressed. Finally professor number 1 spoke up. "You can go."

I didn't wait around, just hustled and got out the door before they changed their minds. Driving back to my apartment, I wondered how the hot black dude figured in with the two creepy professors. It made no sense, but I finally gave up, I had done my part, and hoped I got the grade I'd been promised.

Later, I got in my email to see what was up for the next day, and saw I had one from a Greg White. Hmm, who the fuck is that? I opened it, and realized it was from the black guy at the motel. It said I needed to come see him, it was about my grade. Fuck, I have to him again. Then I grinned, at least I'd enjoy it, as long as it was only him. At the bottom, it said to come to the computer lab on campus, and gave me some time and dates. One opening was in an hour, so I decided to go then. Surely he wasn't wanting to fuck in the lab? An hour later, I walked into the lab, and told the secretary I wanted to see Mr White. She buzzed him, and he came out, and ushered me back to his office where I took a chair in front of his desk.

"It's Sandy, right?" I nodded, and he continued. "First thing, I want to let you know you will get your C in the econ class you're having trouble with. Keep plugging away, and next semester, I'll make sure you get in the right classes. Or, if you prefer, help you get in a different major. You decision on that, of course.

"Wow, thank you." I said with a big happy smile.

"Certainly. You need to know the rest of the story. Those two have been doing this for some time, coercing coeds into sex for a better grade. I stumbled onto it when the university hired me to run the IT department, and to be honest, I don't have a problem with a girl wanting to put out for a better grade. College girls have been doing that forever. But those assholes weren't satisfied, and decided to make some money on it, even thought they get paid six figures. That guy that was there before me, the janitor, he paid them to have sex with you. That's wrong. I have access to their accounts, and I'm going to shut them down, and make sure you and some other girls get the grades they were promised."

I was in shock, but I managed to thank him, and he walked me back out to the outer office. When I got home, I popped open a beer, and thought about what a wild day it had been. My pussy was still red and sore, and my nipple was already bruised. I smiled at the thought those fuckers were going to get turned in, and smiled again when I thought of Greg. I wanted to see him again, but decided to wait until my body had recovered, so for the rest of the week, I went to class and took care of business. There was a minor uproar when the two professors took leaves of absence and grad students were assigned to teach their classes for the rest of the semester. Thinking about what Greg had said, I took another look at what I wanted to do, and decided to switch to the nursing program at the end of the semester. The classes I was already in would count to my total credit hours, and I could still graduate on time. I sent him an email, and he responded that he would take care of it, and send me a class schedule at the end of the semester. After a few days I was feeling a lot better, and started scheming on how to see him again. I wanted to surprise him, but his office wasn't going to work. I also knew he was married, and his wife had a job at the university, so did some research, and found their online schedules. Comparing them, I saw there was an afternoon where he was off, and she had office hours and a class. After some more browsing, I located his address, and came up with a plan.

When the day arrived, I showered and dressed in a white tank top over black Spandex shorts, with no underwear. As I drove to his house, the excitement of my little scheme made my nipples hard, and it was obvious I had on no bra. Oh well, I thought, I'm not trying to be modest, laughing at my own joke. When I arrive, I rang the bell, and waited. Nothing happened. Hmm. I rang the bell again. Still no sign anyone was home. Well fuck, that would be my luck, he was probably playing golf. I turned to leave, when the door opened behind me, so I spun around with a big smile. It wasn't Greg, it was his wife. Shit!