It was a hot summer day and Dan, with Sue on the back, was speeding down a paved curving side road on his motorcycle. She had her arms tightly around him, knees tucked in, and rolled with him as they took the curves, loving every minute of it.
A few minutes later they slowed down, then took a leaf covered path directly into a heavily wooded area. Moving slowly down the path, with the sun dappling on them through the trees, they finally came to a small clearing, where there was a grass covered knoll with a small brook meandering through, the gurgling sound of the water mixing with a slight breeze blowing through the trees. Dan stopped the machine, and Sue got off, looked around for a small piece of wood and found one, bringing it back to Dan to fit under the leaning post of the motorcycle, so that it wouldn't sink into the soft ground.
She took off her helmet and shook out her hair, it falling in brown disarrayed curls around her shoulders. She pulled down the zipper of her leather jacket, shrugged it off her shoulders, caught it and draped it over the seat of the motorcycle. She was dressed in a red halter top and black shorts with running shoes.
Dan took off his jacket and dumped it on top of hers. He was also dressed in shorts, with a football sweater tight on his muscled shoulders. He moved over to her, put his arms around her and they kissed, their bodies moving sensuously together, their tongues entwining, the sensation stirring fires in their loins. She pulled from him and started to pace towards the little stream.
"Sue, were you going?"
She turned towards him. "Nowhere. I just want to stretch, take a look around!"
He looked a little puzzled. "Take a look around? We've been here half a dozen times!"
She gave a little shrug. "So? I just want to enjoy myself. It's so beautiful and quiet here!" And she stretched her arms out and gave a half turn.
His loins made him impatient. He wanted to get to it. His hard cock was pressing tight against his shorts.
Sue stopped by the edge of the stream, knelt down and took off her running shoes, stood up and walked splashingly into the brook, the water spraying up in plumes from her feet. She started bouncing around like a little kid, giggling and splashing, her breasts bouncing around inside her halter top. She quickly pulled off the top and tossed it onto the ground a few feet away, letting loose her small pointed breasts, the lighter skin a contrast. She pulled down the zipper of her shorts, zipped them down her thighs, revealing a pair of black bikini panties, which quickly followed her shorts and top. Dan stood and stared at her naked beauty, never tiring of caressing the curves, crevasses and mounds with his eyes.
Dan quickly stripped, his cock at full tilt.
She turned towards him, spied his rampant hard-on. "Jeez, it sure doesn't take you long to get ready, does it?"
She walked towards him. "Sit down, will you?"
He sat down on the ground as she came stepping on her toes towards him till she was standing right over him, her breasts jutting straight out over his head, the curves of her waist and hips perfection above him, her curly brown bush right in front of his face.
She put her hands on each side of her face, pressing her bush towards his mouth. "Dan - Dan" her voice was pleading. "Dan, please - please -" He moved his mouth up, to kiss her navel, kiss her taught curved belly, then turned her around, his mouth open, pressed his lips against the cheeks of her ass, placing his arms around her tightly. She squirmed within his tight grip, moving her body around, but as soon as her curly covered crotch came near to his mouth, he grabbed her arms and pulled her down to the ground. She looked into his eyes. "Dan, why can't you - -?"
But he gave no answer. She leaned back slowly, letting herself down to the ground by loosening her grip on his arms. She pulled her knees up and spread her thighs, the sight if her pussy lips causing his cock to jump. He quickly moved his hand to her knee, pressed it against her other leg, then moved his body up to cover hers and started kissing her breasts.
She looked sad. "Ohh Dan, is my body so ugly? Do you hate to even look at it?"
Again he gave no answer, but kissed her on the lips, then moved his hand down beneath him to move her legs apart again. She moved her knees up and again spread her thighs and his cock pressed touched her pussy lips. She moved her thighs up until the knob of his cock found the entrance and he plunged within her, causing some pain, as her juices had hardly started to flow. He started a quick rhythm, and quickly reached his climax, with a heavy groan, lay quietly for a few moments, then withdrew. Without looking at her he went over to where his clothes lay and quickly dressed, then went and sat on the motorcycle, waiting, fingering his sunglasses.
Sue lay for a moment, her thighs pressed tightly together, fighting back the tears. She slowly sat up, rose and then went and got dressed and took her place behind him on the motorcycle. He pressed the start button, gunned the engine, flicked the gearshift lever with his foot and they sped off.
She was thinking to herself as she rode behind him, of all the macho type guys she'd balled, that they were all the same. Slam bang, thank you ma'am, never a thought for what might turn her on, get her going, blow her gourd. Oh how she yearned for some man to play with her pussy, put his tongue between her sweet cunt lips, savour the soft naked flesh - She started squirming on the seat, rubbing her pussy against the foam cushion between her legs.
Dan turned his head as far as he could. "Hey, Sue, keep still, will you?"
She stopped moving. She started to think of the different guys she knew at school. She thought maybe it was time she tried a different kind of guy, forget the macho type, time for something completely different. She laughed to herself, like Henry Torrence, for instance, poor little Henry, all pimples and nervousness, oh sure, wouldn't that be fun, and she laughed again to herself, then paused, hey, maybe it's not so far fetched, she'd seen how he looked at her, when he thought she didn't notice, didn't seem to realize she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He's certainly not the macho type, likely hasn't even been with a girl, jeez, now there's something, could be fun teaching him what a girl's all about, what a pussy is really for, showing him how to turn a girl on, and she started squirming again.
Dan turned again. "Sue, please, it's hard to steer, with you squirming like that, will you sit still!?"
It was Sue's last semester of her second year at university and her grades were abominable. She just couldn't get interested enough to study. Her mind would wander during the lectures, she just couldn't concentrate. She knew she had to do something to get passing marks and it sure wasn't studying.
She started wearing tight sweaters with a low v-neck every time she attended Prof. Hanson's class. She had seen the way he couldn't keep his eyes off the girls in class, his eyes glued to the girls' breasts or legs. Her seat was in the front row so she could really work on him. She would sit with her legs crossed, then slowly change legs when he was looking, his eyes riveted to her thighs. Every time she went to the front of the class to put something on his desk she leaned over to give him a good look down the front of her low-cut sweater, and give him a whiff of her heady perfume.
Late one afternoon just after the bell rang he motioned to her to stay seated.
After everyone had gone he came around his desk holding a folder and leaned back against the desk. "Miss Langford, your marks are terrible! I'm just wondering if you had any plans to improve them, or are you just giving up?"
She slowly shook her head. "Definitely not, Mr. Hanson. I am definitely not giving up. I just hope you're not."
He looked puzzled. "I don't understand."
She slid sideways out of the seat and moved towards him. "You know the old saying, Mr. Hanson. There's more than one way to skin a cat." And she moved her hands to the buttons on her sweater and undid one slowly, letting even more of her breasts be revealed. His eyes were glued to the swelling mounds as he wet his lips nervously, then glanced quickly at the door to the classroom. The glass of the door was glazed, making it impossible for anyone to see in. Sue quickly strode towards the door, flicked the lock and turned, slowly moving back towards him, undoing another button, then another, till by the time she reached him her sweater was completely undone, her breasts swelling out of her bra.
She moved against him, her hand going down to the front of his pants to caress his cock. "Then there's another expression. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours." She looked deep into his eyes, moved her mouth to his and kissed him, her tongue pushing between his lips.
She got down on her knees in front of him, slowly unzipped his fly, slipped her hand inside to grab his throbbing cock and pulled it out. It was vibrating to the rhythm of his racing pulse. She looked up at him from her position on the floor, his cock a scant inch from her mouth. She smiled at him. "I think it's what they call reciprocating!" And she popped his dickhead into her mouth, letting her tongue curl around the hot slick knob, squeezing the base of the shaft and moving her fingers tightly up along the length. It took about 30 seconds and then his load came bursting out. She stood up, pressed herself against him and kissed him again, holding his hand against her tits. "I've got a feeling that that got a passing grade. Am I right?"
