Earlier this month, Chris had to approach his Statistics Professor, Dr. Paul Black and promise, he'd "do anything" for a passing grade. If you close your eyes, you'll imagine Chris as a petite blonde with a hard co-ed body and tight heart-shaped ass. Unfortunately, he's six-foot and an athletic guy.
Chris is a senior in college and is ready to graduate at the end of next month. He has a decent 3.15 GPA. He is not the smartest guy around, but is among the hardest workers. He studies two hours a day trying to figure out the statistics course. He's had help from friends and hired a tutor. But, unfortunately just doesn't understand the basic principles and is currently flunking the class. If he fails, he won't graduate with his class.
Dr. Black is a first year professor. Rumor has it that he was very successful in the private sector and made a ton of money. He retired and is now a part time professor. He's also a mean and sadistic son-of-a-bitch. He had been riding Chris since the start of the semester.
It was humiliating for Chris to approach him in his office. "Dr. Black, I just can't figure this class out. I've been busting my hump and can't get a passing grade."
They negotiated for ten minutes. In return for a passing grade, Chris agreed to clear the over-grown backyard of the Black family's new home.
For the third weekend in a row, Chris was scheduled to work at the Black's home. He was tired, sore and very mad. He knew it would take tomorrow and another weekend before he finished. He saw Dr. Black walk through the pool area and out to inspect his work. He nodded his approval and confirmed that the job should finish next week.
"Not bad. Perhaps you should have skipped college and took up manual labor," the snot nosed Professor pointed out. "I'm leaving for the rest of the day. Mrs. Black is out. When you're finished, put the tools back in the shed and lock the door. See you in class tomorrow." He turned and marched back to the house.
"Don't let the asshole get to you," Chris said to himself. He gritted his teeth and watched the Professor leave. When Chris heard his car roar out of the driveway a few minutes later, he decided to call it a day.
Since the house was empty and his body ached from another day of hard labor, Chris took a detour to the family's hot tub. The Black's backyard is isolated, so he stripped off his grimy tee shirt and shorts and eased into the hot water. Chris soaked for over an hour and could feel the aches start to leave his body.
"Five more minutes," Chris said to himself. As he leaned his head back and started to close his eyes, he saw movement behind the sliding patio door. "Shit, someone's home. I'm going to get reamed."
Chris watched the door through hooded eyes and soon saw Mrs. Black standing at the door watching him. Her hands were on her hips. Chris wondered if she would storm out and confront him. A few minutes passed and Mrs. Black hadn't moved.
"To hell with her and her husband," Chris thought. He stretched and opened his eyes. As he moved around, Mrs. Black slid from view. A second later, Chris saw the blinds of a nearby window move. "So she wants to watch. I'll give her a show."
Chris climbed naked from the tub and stretched again while facing the window. He is an athlete and is in very good shape. He stands nearly six feet tall and weighs 175 lbs. He exercises daily and his workouts include weight lifting, running and swimming. He has forty-four-inch shoulders and a thirty-two-inch waist. His stomach is a wash-board and he has lean muscles covering his body.
However, Chris guessed that Mrs. Black may have missed those details and had zeroed in on his flaccid eight-inch cock. It was hanging between his legs and had fattened slightly as Chris knew she was looking. He grabbed a towel from a nearby basket and dried himself. He quickly dressed, left the pool area and drove back to his off-campus apartment.
Chris was back at the Black's home by 8:30 the next morning. He was clearing brush from the back end of their yard, when he heard a female voice. "Hi, I'm Sue. I'm sorry I haven't stopped to say hello before today. You're doing such a fantastic job."
Sue was younger than Chris originally thought. She is ten years younger than Professor Black's 45 years. She is thin, stands at 5'8" and weighs about 140 lbs. She has short blonde hair, blue eyes and gleaming white teeth. This morning she is wearing a white sleeveless blouse, a short tan skirt and sandals. Her finger and toe nails are a deep red. Long, tan and athletic legs disappear under her thigh length skirt.
"I thought you might like some orange juice. I just squeezed it."
"Thanks Mrs. Black."
She interrupted, "Please, call me Sue."
Chris took the offered glass of juice, smiled and looked her in the eye. Yep. There it is. The look. He had first recognized the look during his freshman year. He had hooked up with a fellow freshman during Orientation Weekend and had fucked her brains out. She had boasted to her roommate about Chris' eight inch cock and his never-ending stamina. The next night, he power fucked the roommate for two hours and countless orgasms. The final night of Orientation Weekend, he took turns with both girls. He took them over and over, until they passed out in the early morning hours.
The girls had spread rumors about Chris' size and endurance. Soon, he was being approached by sexy co-eds at parties, in the library and around campus. They all had "the look" in common.
Chris was used to "the look" from co-eds, but was a bit unnerved seeing it deep in the eyes of a more mature married woman. He did a quick calculation and decided he would play along. "Let's see where this leads," he thought to himself.
He finished the juice and handed her the glass. His fingers touched hers and he saw Sue take a short breath. "Paul is gone for the day," she blurted out. He watched as her face started to turn red. "I don't know why I told you that," she stuttered. The blush spread to her neck. "I guess I just wanted you to know."
And with that said, Sue turned and hurried back to the house. Chris smiled to himself as he watched her cute little bottom wiggle as she walked across the backyard. He looked at his watch. It was 9:10 a.m.. "If she comes back before 11am, I'm going to get some pussy," he bet himself.
At 10:50 a.m., Chris saw Sue making her way across the back yard. She was carrying a two-gallon thermos and a few plastic cups. He thought she hesitated when she noticed that he had taken off his shirt and was working in a pair of old, worn cotton gym shorts and work boots.
As Sue approached, Chris noticed that she had replaced her bra with a fire engine red bikini top, under her white blouse. He could feel his tool fatten and grow down his left thigh.
"I brought you some water."
"Thanks Sue. I was starting to dry out. You saved me a trip to the faucet."
Chris took the thermos, poured two cups of ice water and handed one to Sue. When he noticed her staring at him, he said, "I'm sorry. I must look like a mess."
Sue smiled and shook her head. "No," she said. "I was just wondering what you do, to stay in such great shape?"
"Truthfully, a little bit of everything. I swim, lift and run. I've also been involved in martial arts and practice daily. How about you?
Chris noticed a blush start to spread across her chest and her eyes wondered to his thickening cock. "I do a little cardio and lift very light weights."
"You must do a lot of lifting, because your arms are very sexy. May I?" he asked as he reached for her right hand. Chris ran his hand over her arm. From her wrist and over her bicep and to her shoulder and down over the back of her arm. "I think women's arms can be so sexy. Yours are in perfect shape."
"Thank you," Sue stuttered.
"Your stomach and hips are in great shape too. You must do a lot of cardio." Chris ran the back of his hand over the front of her blouse and her taut stomach and over her waist and hip. Sue was breathing deeply.
Chris stepped back. "And your legs are fabulous." He gave them a long lust-filled look. Deciding to see if the older woman would follow his instruction, he continued, "Turn around. I want to see the back of your legs."
"I'm not sure . . ."
"Sue, please turn around."
Sue bit her bottom lip and nodded as she turned her back to him.
