Happily Never After

[monique_minx]

[[OOC: Closed for Minx & shizzz, please PM any feedback to either writer]]

Imogene Gaines sat quietly, chewing on the end of her pencil while lost in another fantasy. Her bright hazel eyes were drilling holes in Sam Mitchell’s back where he sat two rows in front of her. Imogene typically sat in the front row where she could pay the best attention to the lecture but not in Ethics class, in Ethics she always sat in the fourth row which was exactly far enough that she could hide her fantasizing and close enough that she could sidle by and smell his cologne at any point. It was a pity Sam didn’t know she existed.

Right now, all she could imagine was Sam talking to her, they sat in a quiet and dimly lit classical library (like the one in Beauty and the Beast) and Sam was reading Shakespeare to her…

“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.

What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.”

He shut the book and looked deep into her eyes, “That was surely written for you.” In that husky voice she imagined he'd use in the bedroom.

“Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty…though you are 19 Miss Gaines. Come and kiss me Miss Gaines…” Sam told her softly and she reached forward until their lips pressed together.

“Ms. Gaines?” Her lecturer asked again.

Imogene was snapped from her reverie and blinked rapidly as she tried to focus her attention on her professor, clearing her throat quickly, “Sorry, what Sir?”

“Please try to pay attention Ms. Gaines. I asked you what the difference between morals and ethics is.” Mr. Martin Hull looked at her expectantly, he was an aging man of about 40 with a dusting of grey to his short brown hair and was likeable enough – if you were paying attention.

“Ummm…morals is the way we act in the moment and ethics is the way we think we should act.” Imogene reeled off deliberately, attempting to quote her textbook.

“Excellent. Excellent. Now can anyone give me some examples?” Martin’s attention was off her and in search of other prey, Imogene breathed a sigh of relief and looked over at Sam again with a soft lament for him and him alone.

Finally class was dismissed and Imogene couldn’t escape the room fast enough, she stuffed her books into her bag quickly and barely paused to pick up her pencil when she dropped it before she dashed from the classroom – eager to get home before work. In her scuffle, she didn't even realise that she'd dropped her diary when she'd bent over to collect her pencil and it remained discarded under a front row desk next to the aisle.

Imogene lived about a 15 minute walk from campus and kept a brisk pace the whole way, she arrived in a record time and tried the door. Locked. Sandra must have been out. She put her key in and pushed the door open before she shut it behind her and dropped her bag at the door. Imogene raced upstairs and kicked her shoes off just inside her bedroom which was fairly ordinary, a double bed that had a lame green spread, a desk and bookshelf covered with textbooks and older classic novels.

Imogene slipped beneath the covers of her bed and looked to her alarm clock, it was 4:20pm which meant she had exactly an hour to eat, shower and get ready for her shift at Officeplex (an office supplies store) – she had the late night shopping shift. Imogene grinned, it was plenty of time.

Her fingers slipped down and nimbly undid her jeans before she slipped them off entirely, her middle finger made way beneath her panties and Imogene began to work her finger over her clitoris furiously, her eyes shut as she reimagined the scene with Sam. She gasped and moaned loudly, her panties soaked by her ever flowing juices and she got more excited. Before long, her toes were pointed and she was squealing with her head thrown back as waves of ecstasy washed over her shaking body.

“Fuck me Sam…” She whispered as her fingers moved to work herself up all over again.

 

[shizzz]

Sam listened to his professor dole on as he glanced around the classroom. He was always on the patrol for cuties the first few weeks of class as the semester kicked off.

He stretched his 6’2 muscular frame as best he could in the chairs. His thickly muscled frame ached from the workouts and the football season. It was the spring semester and their season had ended just before the semester started, but he still ached from it.

The white shirt pulled tight on the swells of muscles at his arm and chest as he ran his fingers through his long blond hair.

He took his time in leaving as the professor released them. He found it was the best way to see if there were any cuties in the crowd. He eyed a red head just before getting up himself. As he moved up the stairs he saw a notebook on the ground. He picked it up real quick, and used it to go after the red head. She had a nice ass that he had noted as she had gone up the stairs earlier.

“Hey. Did you drop this?” He asked as he caught up to her in the hall

She shook her head after looking at it

Well damn, he thought as he turned and walked off. He started flipping through it, when he saw his name.

He started reading as he walked, headed to the fret house.


He had found her name in the notebook after awhile, Imogene. He hadn’t recalled hearing her name at all. But he did see that she had a student profile, and an email….

His evening had picked up once he’d walked in the frat and after several hours, and the gym/shower/bar his night was winding down.

He stumbled into his room, and eyed the notebook. He smiled as he pulled up an anonymous email account he had

“Imogene, I stumbled across your diary today. I gotta say Sam would really love to know how interested you are in him.

But I don’t even know who you are. So I’ll meet you in class. I’ll wear a white shirt and jeans with a black hat. I want you to wear a white tank top and jeans shorts. Something skimpy, that might just turn Mr Mitchells head your way, you know, like something from one of your daydreams you wrote down’

He clicked send, then stumbled to his bed

 

[monique_minx]

Imogene stumbled home tired after her shift, it had been uneventful and dull all told. An incredibly slow night for her where she spent more time rearranging pens that kids had left in the wrong places than she had actually serving customers. She let herself in and saw Sandra's sports bag dumped on the couch which meant she was back from her basketball practice and probably sleeping so Imogene was as quiet as she could be when she crossed the living space to get to her room.

Sandra would be grumpy if Imogene woke her and she wouldn't hear the end of it for a week. She softly closed her bedroom door and pulled her laptop over to her bed, illuminating the room with only her bedside lamp. She wrenched her shoes off her feet and dropped them to the floor before flipping open her laptop. Imogene checked her assessment list and then opened her emails with a tired sigh.

Her bleary eyes opened just a bit wider when she saw an email from an account she didn't recognise, the subject line was 'Your Diary'. She frowned and clicked it skeptically.

'Imogene, I stumbled across your diary today. I gotta say Sam would really love to know how interested you are in him.

But I don’t even know who you are. So I’ll meet you in class. I’ll wear a white shirt and jeans with a black hat. I want you to wear a white tank top and jeans shorts. Something skimpy, that might just turn Mr. Mitchell's head your way, you know, like something from one of your daydreams you wrote down’.

Now her eyes were wide open and she gasped. Imogene shoved her laptop aside, flipped her feet off the bed and went straight to her bag. She tore it open and started pulling out the contents, her books spilled haphazardly across the floor as she frantically slid each one aside.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! No, no, no! Where is it?!" She said loudly, desperately, completely forgetting about Sandra.

She looked everywhere and finally sat back on her heels in defeat, "Oh no...fuck."

She reluctantly went back to her bed and pulled her laptop in front of her with a groan. Imogene's hands splayed across her face and ran down it, she was completely anxious now, no one was ever meant to see that diary. It detailed every sordid, perverted thought she'd practically ever had and most of them were about or involved Sam.

She clicked the sender but it was from a free email service provider so the sender could have been anyone. They talked about Sam like they knew him, like they were friends with him and that scared the fuck out of Imogene but it also enticed her. His clothing request was unusual and specific too, she exhaled and shut the laptop before switching off her lamp and laying in bed.

"My life is either fucking over or..."

Or what? She wasn't sure what the alternative to being absolutely humiliated in front of the entire college was. She found it hard to believe Sam would be interested in her at all. She'd never even had the guts to say hello to him and had often written in her diary about how pathetic even she thought that was. A thought Sandra often echoed back to her too - they were roommates but not really friends.

The next morning Imogene found a slightly off white tank top and some denim shorts though and put them on.

"In for a penny..." She mumbled as she appraised herself in the mirror.

"I could...just not wear it, he doesn't know who I am..." She considered that for the hundredth time and just like the other ninety nine times, she discarded the idea.

"He might not know but if he puts it on the internet, someone will know..."

She couldn't risk it, she grabbed her trainers and popped them on quickly before she hustled out towards her class. Sandra was already long gone so Imogene locked up behind her.

She found the knot of dread in her stomach was swelling as she approached her classroom, she was early and no one was there yet so she found a seat up the very back of the class praying she'd go entirely unnoticed. It would also give her the advantage of spotting 'black hat' first - at least that's what she hoped.

 

[shizzz]

As Sam woke up the next morning he grabbed one of the frat lackies, one of the new kids.

“Hey. I need you to sit in on my ethics class. I need you to wear a white shirt and black hat. “

He didn’t tell him anything else. He was going to watch and see who this girl was. To determine just how he wanted to approach this situation.

The things she had written. If the least of it were true…..even if she wasn’t hot, the idea of having a flesh puppet was very very enticing. A girl who would consider his attentions a blessing.

He had decided, after reading all of the diary last night, and having at least one dream he could recall of getting his cock sucked in class, that he was going to pursue this opportunity

He tossed on a pair of slacks and a dark polo shirt that hugged his frame. Not toooo small of a shirt, but definitely close to that.

He pulled his blond hair back in a pony tail and then headed to class. He walked with Chad, the new frat boy in a white shirt and black hat. When asked why he had to wear those things Sam told him some girl was asking after him and he had wanted to see if he knew her first. He instructed Chad to play dumb if he was approached.

Sam had already thought up the email he would send.

He’d tell her to lose the bra, then meet him in the basement of the library, in the archives, the letter ‘S’

There she’d either find her diary and maybe something else. If he really liked her and she was ‘half’ the girl in this diary, he was gonna have a good day

Once they got there, they entered through different doors, and Sam took a seat near the back, but not in the last row. Chad went and sat in the third row. Sam didn’t look around not wanting to be obvious. He opened his laptop as he kept his eyes on Chad, waiting

 

[monique_minx]

Imogene watched as students began to file into the classroom and anxiously tapped her pencil against her notepad as she tried to use her laptop screen as some kind of shield for her face. She almost missed black hat as Sam entered, she licked her lips...why'd he have to look so good today?! She agonised for a second as he sat down before she remembered she was supposed to be looking for someone else.

Then she saw Chad. Her heart sunk. She had dared to hope this guy would be lying, that he wouldn't show and that he definitely didn't know Sam. But he did. Imogene had seen them together before and knew they were in the same frat. But she had to wait until the class was over to approach him for her diary and the mere thought had her stomach in knots. It'd be the most awkward conversation she'd ever had and she didn't know if she had the nerve for it. She also knew she had to, her diary could ruin her if it got out.

Their teacher entered, he looked a little worse for wear - Imogene felt like she could relate in that moment. But though he was tired in greeting the class, he wasted no time in setting up his laptop and connecting it to the projector so that he could commence his lecture. He told the class where to find the shared file with the slides which held space for any notes they wished to take and she opened it, trying her best to pay attention to Mr. Hull and not Sam or Chad.

Her laptop made a beeping sound that made her jump a little and look around - no one else had noticed and the nearest student was sat five seats away from her. Imogene looked at the notification that had caused the sound and swallowed. She had an email and she glanced down at Chad in front of his computer, wondering if it was another one from him.

“The line between moral conviction and personal desire is thinner than most people like to admit.” Martin Hull's voice projected across the room as he continued on about morality in ethics.

Imogene was barely listening, her heart was in her throat as she opened her email account to see what waited for her there.

 

[shizzz]

His eyes scanned the class, watching for anyone wearing a white tank top and denim shorts approach Chad to get the diary back. But who was she? He wondered, his eyes scanning the class.

He noticed a girl sitting in the back row. The tank top had been a good choice, the line of cleavage was obvious from half way across the room. His mind roamed to one of the things he’d read. It was a hot story about her crawling to him under the desk, and sucking his cock until ‘his throbbing cock exploded in my throat, each pulse pumping hot salty cum down her throat’

She was descriptive and inventive, he thought as the prof finally took the front of the class and kicked off his slide set.

Sam pulled out his phone and logged into the anonymous email account and began to craft an email

‘You didn’t come see me? I guess you must not want it back.

I’ll give you one last chance. I like the one on page 35 that starts in the library.
I’ll meet you in the basement stacks. Oh, and in that scene, you weren’t wearing a bra, so lose it.



He sent the email, as he turned his attention back to the front of the class, the idea of her actually sucking his cock in class, began to make his cock stir. That was excluding what had happened in the library. Then he began to scheme

 

[monique_minx]

She read the email and quietly huffed her responses as she read, "Of course I fucking want it back...page 35? How the fuck should I remember what I wrote on what page...no bra...in a library?"

Now she was strained, desperately trying to recall what he was talking about and when she thought she knew, her stomach dropped and she paled a little.

"A..." She swallowed, "Fuck. That was meant for Sam..."

She closed her laptop and placed her forehead against the edge of her desk to stare at her knees for a minute. Imogene tried to justify not going and then every horrific image of what could possibly happen if that diary got uploaded to social media flashed before her eyes like a horror story in motion.

"I'd have to drop out." She said flatly, "I'd never show my face here again...it's one blowjob to get it back, I can do this."

She was talking herself into it this time. She'd never thought of herself as sexually promiscuous or adventurous but her brain sure was. Perhaps the opportunities were lacking - she was very introverted and not exactly a party girl. She definitely wasn't super attractive or the type of woman that turned heads, most people didn't notice her at all. Social situations were hard and Imogene avoided that sort of attention.

"That's it for this week guys, enjoy your weekend! Remember to read chapter 11 because it will be on your exam at the end of the semester." Mr. Hull's voice boomed over the din of exiting students.

Imogene threw everything into her bag and hurried out of the door nearest to her. She made a sharp right turn and beelined it straight for the ladies bathroom. She grabbed a stall quickly and pulled her top off over her head before hurriedly unclipping her bra as if she was afraid that taking too long to do it might change her mind. She stuffed the bra into her bag with her books and put her top back on before she stepped out and looked at herself in the long mirror that lined the sinks. Her nipples stiffened beneath her shirt like tiny headlights and she decided to fold her arms over them which hid that adequately.

She smoothed her lack lustre brown hair out and exited the bathroom. Imogene made the uneventful trip to the library and made her way down to the basement stacks via the stairs. The lighting down here was dimmer than upstairs as some students preferred different types of light saturation by which to study. It was still vast, eerie and felt vacant.

"Chad?" She called out uncertainly, her arms still folded tightly across her chest and her tote slung on her shoulder.

 

[shizzz]

Sam watched her open her laptop and he watched as a crestfallen look crossed her face. She was very average looking, he thought, as he took her in. Plane hair, of a non descript length/cut, or even color. He saw her eyes going back and forth from her computer to Chad. Then she put her head down.

He sat there, wrestling with how to test her. He wanted a blowjob, no doubt. But if she tried to flip this on him it could go bad. So he knew he needed leverage, he smiled as he realized just what he wanted to do.

He was daydreaming as the professor dolled on about the ethics, as he was about to compromise his.

He watched her, Imogene, hurry out of the class. He tried to get a look at her ass, but no luck.

Chad walked up to him, shrugging about the no show.

“That’s fine Chad. Thanks for the help” he said as he pulled out the diary.

I’m headed to the library to go over some notes. I’ll check up with you later.”

He told him as he slowly stood. He stretched his thick muscled arms above his head. The act pulled his snug shirt hi, exposing his well toned abdomen easily discernible through his golden blond body hair.

He ran his hands through his blond hair then grabbed his books.

He pulled page 35 out of the diary, then tucked the diary back in his bag. He folded the page and put it in his pocket.

Then he slowly made his way to the library. He headed down the stairs and took one of the tables towards the back. He reached up and unscrewed the light bulb, which cast his face in shadow. It was clear someone was there at the table, but hard to tell who.

He heard a voice call for Chad and smiled.

“In the back” he called out quietly, altering his voice in his best impersonation of Chad

He took the page out of his pocket and put it on the table. Just as she rounded the corners of the aisle of book cases, him seated on the far side.

As she started to walk, he pointed to the page.

“You crawl” he told her as his eyes drank her in.

 

[monique_minx]

"I-what?" Imogene asked dumbly as she stopped in her tracks.

Her eyes followed his finger to the page resting on the table which she recognised as part of her diary. The diary itself, however, was nowhere in sight. But he must have had it if he had that page. And slowly, understanding spread across her face and she swallowed.

'In for a penny...'

"...in for a pound." She breathed, her utterance barely audible.

Imogene discarded her tote bag on the floor beside her carefully and then gradually sunk down to her knees. She was trembling a little by the time her hands joined them on the floor. She crawled forward, her cheeks flushed redder with every second over how humiliating this felt.

Until she was at his feet and she sat back on her heels, peering up at him.

"Please...just give me my diary." She managed to squeeze out quickly so he wouldn't continue believing she didn't want it.

Though, something about him seemed...off, she couldn't put her finger on it but she could swear at this distance that he didn't look like...

"Sam?!" She gasped, her eyes wide as saucers.

Then Imogene covered her face with both hands, "Oh god, you read it...oh god, you know!"

"I am so sorry, I swear no one was ever meant to see that! I-it was just fantasies and...god, you don't even know who I am and this is so embarrassing." Imogene felt like she was about to hyperventilate but she slowed herself down to avoid making everything worse.

Her chest was heaving beneath her cloying white tank top and she'd forgotten she wasn't wearing a bra so Sam had a decent view of her generous cleavage from where he sat above her.

 

[shizzz]

Sam smiled as her face turned read, just moments after she realized he meant out of the scene in her diary. The library was cold and quiet, the lighting was periodically placed fluorescent lights, casting stark shadows. Where she stood, underneath one, he could see her nipples stiffening in the cool air, she had removed her bra. Good girl, he thought, as she began to comply

He smiled victoriously as he watched her set her bag down and slowly lower to her knees. The basement stacks were dead quiet and he could hear her hands on the floor as she gave in and began to crawl.

Sam smiled hungrily as he watched the line of cleavage sway as she crawled, and her round ass sticking up, wiggling ever so slightly.

He loved watching women crawl, he thought to himself, as he drank in the sight.

He was pulled from his musing as she finally reached his feet. She sat back on her heels, her skirt riding up hi on her well toned thighs.

He chuckled as his attempts to fool her were busted, and she got even redder.

She started to breath heavy, her breasts swelling against the low neckline. Her hard nipples begging for his attention.

“Whoa Imogene, this is 100% for me. This falling into my hands just might be the best thing that ever happens to you” he said as he took the piece of paper from the table and read.

“I don’t know what came over me, but I was done hiding. “ he looked up at her, lifting his eyes over the paper.

Then he lowered the paper

“These are your words. They are your deeper desires. And I’m gonna help you live them and set you free. Or I’m gonn post pages up all over campus if you don’t. “ he told her with a smile as he leaned forward, he reached a big strong hand out and scooped her chin in his fingers to look into his eyes.

“So, back to the story” he said as he took the page.

“We were alone in the library and he had didn’t believe how serious I was. So I crawled to him. When I got to his feet, I peeled my top off, having gone without a bra so he’d see my nipples.

I let him stare at my chest for a minute before I leaned closer and worked to free his cock. “

He lowered the page and looked at her. His eyes drinking in the cute girl at his feet that he was going to make his personal slut this year.

“Well…..are you going to earn your diary back. Or will you have to go all over campus pulling pages off display boards and men’s rooms and frat houses….you get the drift”

 

[monique_minx]

“Whoa Imogene, this is 100% for me. This falling into my hands just might be the best thing that ever happens to you.”

"I-it is?" She stuttered in confusion.

Then he read her own words back to her and she looked down at her lap in embarrassment.

“These are your words. They are your deeper desires. And I’m gonna help you live them and set you free. Or I’m gonna post pages up all over campus if you don’t."

She gasped as his fingers curled beneath her chin and pressured her to lift her eyes to meet his, she looked at him in shock, imploringly so. Then he kept reading while she was left to ponder his words about 'living her deeper desires'. She'd never read her own diary aloud for fear of being overhead so hearing the person she wrote most of it about then read it aloud made her tingle all over. It was a surreal experience.

“Well…..are you going to earn your diary back. Or will you have to go all over campus pulling pages off display boards and men’s rooms and frat houses….you get the drift.”

"No!" She blurted out and shook her head, "Don't do that, please don't do that."

She swallowed and bit her lip, "Did you read the whole thing? Do you mean to make me...live out...the whole thing? All of it?"

The thought that there was over a hundred pages in there - and granted, some of the fantasies took several pages but this one was light compared to many of them. It was one thing to write and fantasise about things she thought, especially when she'd believed it would never see the light of day. It was another thing entirely to be faced with living it out...even though the very thought that she'd get to do that with Sam made her want to write another page.

'God, what is wrong with me?' She asked herself and it was almost like another voice in her head answered her, '...so many things...'

Even as this all played out in her head though, her fingers found the bottom of her tank top and she slowly lifted it up. The base of her breasts appeared behind the cloth and she almost lost her nerve. Almost. She took a deep breath and practically ripped her shirt right off over her head before clutching it in white knuckled fingers in her lap. The urge to cover herself was strong and she had to fight it to let him look at her.

 

[shizzz]

He watched hungrily as her finger slowly slid to the hem of her tank top. She slowly peeled it up, exposing a flat tummy and then the bottom sweeping curve of her breasts. She paused, clearly wrestling with herself, and he didn’t mind. Who didn’t love a little underboob? Plus they were a pair of full sweeping underboobs, he thought, as his cock twitched. He loved a good tease, well as long as it ended with satiation.

Then, he smiled as she finally cracked, yanking her top the rest of the way off and clutching it in her lap.

He had her. She was yielding and he knew he’d soon have her doing so much more


Wow, he thought, as her full breasts bounced free. He felt his groin twitch again as he openly gazed at her chest. He guessed her to be a large D or maybe small DD cup. Her tits stood proud firm and full. Her nipples where hard light brown nubs, her aureolas were small brown rings surrounding the swollen pebble of her nipple

“Beautiful” he said with a lecherous grin as he leaned closer to her, his face inches from hers.

“Oh I read it all sweetheart” he told her as he reached one hand out, and let his fingers catch her exposed nipple. He pinched it gently before letting go and leaning back.

He lifted the paper back up to read.

“Once I had taken my top off he knew I was serious, but when my hands went to his pants, deftly freeing his cock, he had no doubt. I gave him a taste of just what I could do as I leaned in and went to work on his cock.” he read, then looked back up to her.

He leaned back, shifting in his chair, a lump along one thigh becoming more and more evident as he eyed her chest

“ I don’t recall you writing much about fucking me with those tits, something I will have to teach you about with a rack like that. ” He said, then he lifted the page back up,

“You see Imogene I’m gonna bring all your fantasies to life. And you are going to make my life just as amazing” he told her as his hand slid down over the bulge along his leg.

“Now, come find out what it means to bring a dream to life” he said as he dropped the page of her diary to the side, waiting for her to seize the opportunity.

 

[monique_minx]

His mouth said the word 'beautiful' but his grin said something else entirely. Her face looked like she had 3rd degree sunburn as he reached close to pinch her nipple. She inhaled sharply and twisted her hands in her shirt that she was still clutching but then he let it go to sit back up and reread the diary page again. He sounded excited about it and Imogene was still trying to figure out if she was just hallucinating - as if, at any minute, her professor would snap her from this daydream.

Imogene was not entirely inexperienced sexually, she'd had a promiscuous phase where she'd been largely taken advantage of in her senior year at high school. Most of those boyish faced young men wanted a quickie blowjob behind the sports shed during a free period or they'd drive her to a dark park at night where no one would see them with her just to get their end wet. Imogene rarely orgasmed herself during any of those encounters, in fact, she wasn't sure a man had ever given her an orgasm. They were relatively selfish with her because they knew she'd be back no matter what.

It was her love of reading that really drove much of her diary fantasies. She'd watched a bit of porn but found it less imaginative than reading about it where she could choose more of the elements for herself. She couldn't look at Sam when he talked about fucking her tits, it was shocking...and a little thrilling if she was honest with herself. The fact that he wanted her at all had been jaw dropping but then he actually appreciated looking at her. He didn't mock her breasts, he liked them and that was difficult to wrap her head around.

“You see Imogene I’m gonna bring all your fantasies to life. And you are going to make my life just as amazing”

She looked up in time to watch his hand slide over his quite evident erection beneath his pants, even the dimly lit room couldn't hide that.

"I-I am?" She murmured just before he invited her to continue the fantasy.

She was nervous and hesitant as she lifted off her ass so she could reach his belt, her eyes darted up to his face as if she was seeking permission. His expression suggested she continue so she pulled it free of the buckle and opened it. The zipper seemed so loud in the quiet of the stacks, it made her wince just a little and then she popped the button free at the top.

That was definitely the easy part, she then had to reach down inside and pull him free. Her eyes glanced up again like she needed affirmation and so she gripped his cock and pulled it out through the opening of his pants.

"Oh..." She said softly in response to seeing it.

It was more impressive than she'd imagined and though she didn't have a tape to measure him, she was rather certain he was somewhere between 7 and 8 inches long. His girth matched, he was a little thicker than a cucumber. Imogene swallowed, she'd never sucked one that big before, she wasn't sure it would even fit in her damn mouth which suddenly felt so very small.

"You're...big." That sounded so dumb, "I mean...not that I thought you weren't cause I did, I just...I didn't realise you were...I don't know if it'll fit!"

She rambled for a second and then took a breath, she let her tongue lash out and wind its way over her lips as her hand gripped the base of his cock. It even made her hand look tiny. She moved her hand up and down the shaft in a tight grip as best she could then she leaned forward and wound her tongue around the bulbous head. Once he was nice and wet, she opened her mouth wide to accept him, struggling to keep her teeth clear as his veiny cock's first inch disappeared behind her cheeks.

Once it was actually in her mouth, she wondered still if she'd underestimated his size because she was sure there wasn't a single millimeter of space left inside. She got the first inch down and had to lash her tongue out to continue lubricating him with her saliva, it was a slower process than she was used to so she could get him down. She sunk the next two and a half inches and he was tickling the entrance to her throat so she held there and decided to have her hand match the rhythm in which she bobbed up and down on him.

Her suction was viciously strong though, she really wanted to impress him. Her breasts jiggled gently as she moved up and down, her tongue occasionally wrapping and caressing his cock, flickering over the tip. Her eyes were on his face most of the time, she occasionally blinked down to watch what she was doing but most of the time was spent wondering if he was enjoying it. She pressed him hard against the roof of her mouth, her teeth barely scraping him as he went in and out of her mouth. She moaned softly, Imogene really did enjoy giving head most of the time and though these weren't the circumstances in which she'd wanted to have her initial sexual encounter with Sam, it was still him and it was really happening.

 

[shizzz]

He had known that she was going to cave as soon as she’d dropped to her knees and crawled to him. When she had pulled her top off, he knew he had a chance to really push this. The things she had written in her diary…..

Her face was so red as she wrestled with herself. But it didn’t stop her. He knew she wanted this. Her eyes glanced up to his as she lifted herself up to get closer. Sam’s eyes slid to her breasts, feeling them brush his thighs slightly as she rose up.

He nodded at her, when she paused, her eyes catching his. He locked his lips as he eyed her, not wanting to break the spell, but aching.

The fact that this was working, going to work, had his cock throbbing as her hands went to his belt. His shirt was snug across his muscular abdomen, his thick thighs framing her slender torso.

Her small deft fingers had the belt and his pants undone rapidly. Her eyes dipped back up to him. He smiled, licking his lips.

Then her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. Her warm hand found his shaft, and she worked his cock free

The look on her face was perfect.

As his thick uncut 8 inches was pulled free, her eyes locked onto it. She half spoke to him, but it seemed more like she was talking to herself. As her hands went slowly stroked it.

Then she leaned in. He groaned as her warm tongue slid over the head of his cock.

The library was dead quiet as she licked and sucked on his cock. Working almost half of him into her mouth, the other half being pumped by her hand. The empty space echoed with sucking and moaning noises as she went to work on his member

She was good, he thought, as he felt her tongue continuing to slather his shaft as her head bobbed up and down. He could feel the thick head pushing at the back of her throat.

He groaned as one hand reached forward, grabbing her full breast, feeling it spill out around his big strong hand. His other hand went to her head

“Oh yeah baby, you are definitely going to be making me happy” he said as he started to put pressure on her head, feeling the head of his cock push against her closed throat.

She gagged, and he pulled her back, eyeing as the spit spilled from her mouth, running down over her breasts

“That’s a good girl. “ he told her as he shifted, pulling her up higher, her ties slid over his thighs, then spring free to jiggle on either side of his cock. Shoving his cock between her tits he groaned at the warmth of her flesh

“Spit on it” he said as he shifted, pulling her closer to his cock, and grabbing her tots he squeezed them together. His cock almost disappeared in the cleavage.

“Now you hold them right there,” he said as his hips began to shift, pumping his cock up till the throbbing mushroom head popped out

 

[monique_minx]

His hand groping for her breast made her pussy tingle, it was unexpected entirely. He pushed her down and she knew she'd struggle before his cock ever reached her throat. She choked and a copious amount of saliva spilled over her bottom lip, splashing down on her breasts. Fortunately he let her pull back and recover.

Then he reached for her wrist and hauled her up higher again til her nipples grazed his thighs. He pushed his cock between her breasts deliberately and she spat when he told her to, looking up at him as he grabbed her tits firmly, forcing a groan out of her at the pressure he exerted.

She then brought her own hands up to hold her tits the same way he had. She couldn't really look down unless she wanted to cop the end of his cock on her chin so she had to keep her head up. It felt extremely objectifying and part of her wondered why she hadn't written about this cause it was definitely arousing her as he used her for his pleasure.

She hadn't realised just how humiliating it would be until Sam was actually doing it to her. She wriggled her hips a little but was determined to bring him to an orgasm whichever way he'd have her just so she could say she actually did it. For real. Even once.

She could just hear Sandra's disdain over it from here, 'god, you're pathetic.'

 

[shizzz]

He pumped his hips in short thrusts. Driving his cock in and out of her substantial cleavage. Her melons jiggled with each impact as she held them tight around his member.

Her tits were amazing, he thought to himself as he reveled at the feel of her silky spit-slickened skin on his cock. Eyes locked on the full sweep of her melons, how the flesh spilled out around her small hands. Her nipples were dark hard nubs poking out between her fingers.

Without warning he stood up, pulling his cock free from her breasts and plunging it straight back into her mouth.

His hands went to her head, fingers sliding in her hair. The way she turned to puddy in his hands was almost as amazing as the feel of her lips and wriggling tongue.

His grip on her head firmed up and then He didn’t drive deep, but his hips pumped quickly as he held her face in place. Spit dribbling down her chin to run over her breasts as he gave her face little taste of getting fucked. She seemed to have good instincts as he felt her lips and tongue react to his pistoning meat

“Oh yes Imogene we are going to have an amazing semester “ he told her just as he suddenly thrust his cock dep, pushing at the back of her mouth, the entrance to her throat, then he exploded.

He groaned loudly as cum rocketed out of his cock and into the back of her mouth. He pulled her head back after the second hard spurt, just as the third pulse spewed from the glistening mushroom head of his cock, cum spattering her face.

Pulse after pulse of ecstasy exploded in his brain, then seemed to find release as ropes of pearly white cum seemed to endlessly spray over her.

He sat back down heavily in his chair. He smiled at the site of her on her knees in front of him, covered in cum. Her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, and he smiled again at the treasure he had found. He was going to have to see about the rest of those fantasies, he thought lecherously.

Then he leaned over, grabbing the page from the diary off of the floor. He took it and, reached out to her face with it and wiped one side of her face with it. He folded it and wiped her other cheek. Then he folded it and handed it to her.

“This has been an excellent start. Check your email regularly for my next instruction” Then Sam stood, tucked his cock away and walked out of the library