From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Shawna's Bargain (Mf, cons)
Date: 13 Jul 1996 18:59:11 GMT

			   Shawna's Bargain

	Larry Jenkins, Ph.D., leaned back in his desk-chair, closed
his eyes, and exhaled slowly. The pile of freshman English composition
exams on his desk had hardly diminished at all after hours of tedious
work, and he asked himself why the hell he had ever gone into
academia. Sure, it was nice being one's own boss; but grading was as
loathsome as it was inevitable. The best thing about the job, he
supposed, was that despite the occasional bouts of work like this, it
actually left a lot of spare time.

	The real problem, Larry realized, was that he didn't really
have anything he wanted to do with that spare time. Well, perhaps that
wasn't *quite* true, because he was in fact an avid masturbater,
routinely spending several hours at a time, usually at least two or
three times a week, watching porno movies on his VCR and bringing
himself to solitary gratification. It had been this way ever since his
wife had left him, five years earlier - longer than that, really,
since they had stopped sleeping together well before the divorce.

	Theoretically, Jenkins supposed, his situation was far from
hopeless. Despite the beginnings of a paunch and a slightly receding
hairline, he wasn't all that bad-looking, with a strong chest and
shoulders and a round but moderately handsome face.

	But by now, at age 40, he had more-or-less resigned himself to
living out the rest of his years alone. It was pathetic, he knew; but
he felt too deeply set in his ways to do much else. He secretly
despised himself for lacking the courage or social confidence to find
a woman, but that was just the way things were; and at some point, he
had just made up his mind to live with it.

	Living by oneself had a lot of advantages, Larry reminded
himself, picking up the next exam and trying to get his mind back on
the present task. He had just begun reading when there was a knock on
the door.

	"Come in!" he called with some annoyance.

	"Doctor Jenkins?" said a young, female voice from the doorway.
"Can I talk to you please?" Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a
pretty face peeking inside, framed with long, curly blond hair. He
knew he had seen it before, but he couldn't match it with a name.

	"Office hours are finished for the semester," he said.
"Grades will be posted next Monday."

	"If I could just see you for a minute," the girl persisted,
"this is, like, really important." She stepped inside and closed the
door behind her without waiting for a reply. Larry put down his
pencil, sighed, and swiveled his chair to face her.

	"Well, let's make this brief, because I have a mountain of
work here. What seems to be the problem?"

	"My name's Shawna Roberts. I'm in your eight o'clock class,
and I had to see you about my grade."

	"Really? I don't remember seeing you in class." Her face
looked familiar, all right, but he was sure he would have taken more
than passing notice of her in the course of the semester.

	While trying not to be too obvious about it, he allowed
himself a brief, appraising glance at her figure, and he liked what he
saw.

	She stood about 5'5", he guessed, and her body looked slender,
athletic, and tanned. A loose-fitting sorority T-shirt could not hide
the intriguing swell of her breasts, and a pair of denim cut-off
shorts hugged the curve of her hips. Jenkins's eyes lingered briefly
on the smooth, golden length of her bare legs.

	She wore plain white canvas tennis-shoes on her small feet,
without socks, and a fine gold bracelet around one ankle. He felt the
beginnings of an erection stirring in his corduroy trousers, and he
realized that she was speaking to him.

	"... So you see, it really wasn't my fault, but I just
couldn't make it to class most of the time. Pledging was a lot harder
than I thought, and with swim team practice, and... "

	So she was a swimmer, was she? That would help explain the
marvelous tone of her calves and thighs, Jenkins mused.

	"Shawna, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid that telling
me all this really doesn't make any difference now. From the record
here, I see now that you never attended class at all after the third
week, you only turned in one essay, and you didn't even show up for
the final exam. You simply have not come anywhere near meeting the
requirements to pass the course."

	Shawna sighed.

	"I figured that was what you'd say. But look, if I don't pass
this course with at least a C-minus, I won't be able to come back to
school here next fall. My parents would kill me! I *have* to pass.
Can't you make some kind of exception? *Please*?"

	Jenkins just shook his head and crossed his legs, trying to
hide what was now a full-fledged hard-on. In his mind's eye, he
envisioned what he would like to do with her perfect young body if
only he could somehow just borrow it for a few hours to use as he
wished; but coming back to reality, he wished she would just get out
and stop wasting his time. The sooner he could make a dent in the
exams, the sooner he could go home and jerk off.

	"Okay," said the co-ed, biting her lower lip and shifting
uncomfortably. With her hands on her hips, she rested her weight on
one foot, the other knee thrust toward him in a provocative stance. "I
was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but let me put it to you this
way: I would be willing to come over to your house tonight and do
whatever you want, if you'll give me the C-minus. Anything you want."

	Staring up at her, Jenkins felt dizzy. In ten years of
teaching, no student had ever tried this. His throat felt constricted.

	"Anything?" he heard himself echo.

	"*Anything*," she repeated with quiet emphasis. "As long as it
doesn't hurt or anything," she added quickly. "You know, nothing
really kinky." She licked her lips, and extended one leg to run her
toe lightly up his shin. "I know you're single, and a hard-working
teacher like you deserves a little company once in a while. What do
you say, Doc? Is it a deal?" She smiled hopefully, somehow managing to
look slightly bashful at the same time.

	Something seemed to snap inside Larry's mind. He knew this
could mean trouble, possibly the end of his career; but looking at
Shawna's gorgeous face and taut young body, he didn't give a damn. He
quickly scribbled his address on a scrap of paper and handed it to
her.

	"Eight o'clock," he said hoarsely.

				* * *

	By the time the clock was approaching eight that evening,
Larry had downed two stiff drinks to calm his nerves. The evening was
warm, and he felt a prickle of sweat on his brow even though he had
just showered and wore only a light cotton shirt, baggy shorts, and
sandals. The drinks seemed to help, though; and when the door-bell
rang, he answered it without hesitation.

	"Hello, Shawna. Please come in." When she had stepped inside,
he closed the door, locked it, and turned to look at her.

	She was wearing a blue, sleeveless cotton blouse with the
corners tied together below her breasts to form a makeshift halter-
top, leaving her midriff bare above a short white skirt. Her breasts
now looked larger than he had realized that afternoon. On her feet
were a pair of sandals with straps that laced up around her ankles and
calves in a criss-cross pattern, tied just below the knees; and her
toe-nails were neatly pedicured and painted. A pair of silver hoop
ear-rings dangled beside her face, and she was wearing perfume -
perhaps just a bit too much for good taste, he thought, but it was
hardly a problem.

	"Would you like something to drink?" he asked her.

	"No, that's okay," she said. "This is a nice place."

	"Thanks. Have you had any second thoughts about what you said
this afternoon? About this... bargain?"

	"Well, I'm here, right?"

	"Yes. Yes, you are. And I'm glad you decided to come. I
shouldn't be doing this, but I'm going to enjoy it. You're beautiful,
Shawna."

	"Thanks, Doc. You're a pretty handsome man yourself. Um, you
don't mind if I call you Larry, do you? I mean, just for tonight." He
shook his head faintly, unable to speak. She came up to him, laid her
hands on his shoulders, and kissed him on the mouth. Her lips were
warm, wet, and inviting, and his head swam.

	"I hope I can trust you," said the co-ed, breaking the kiss.

	"I could say the same," he replied. "I'm the one who could
lose his job for this. You have nothing to fear from me." With the
liquor dulling his inhibitions, he felt his desire for her rising
rapidly, and he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist, pulling her
close against him. His erection pressed against her abdomen through
the fabric of his shorts, and she withdrew a step, grinning slightly.

	"It sure is hot in here, Larry." His eye caught a droplet of
sweat inching down her chest, channeled into the valley between her
breasts.

	"It's cooler in there." He nodded toward the rear of the
house, and Shawna sauntered into the next room, her butt twitching
slightly from side to side with each step. She paused in the doorway
to glance back at him over her shoulder and caught him with his gaze
riveted on her backside. He looked up suddenly, met her eyes, and felt
himself blush. She just smiled knowingly and walked on. The room at
the back was an airy, screened-in porch with a futon surrounded by
hanging plants, dimly lit by a pole-lamp in one corner. A large fan
turned lazily in one window. The air was warm in here as well, but the
faint breeze made a difference. She turned and found him standing in
the doorway, again staring at her body.

	"You like what you see?" she asked in a langourous voice,
raising her chin and returning his stare with half-lidded, laughing
eyes. He nodded, but the way his erection was pushing up the front of
his shorts like a tent provided a more eloquent reply. His palms felt
clammy. To hell with the possible consequences: he had to have this
girl.

	"Actually," she said, "I could kind of use a drink of water
after all. It's easy to get dehydrated when it's so hot, you know?" He
turned and quickly fetched a tumbler of ice-water from the kitchen,
feeling impatient at the diversion.

	"Thanks," she told him, their fingers brushing momentarily as
she accepted the glass. She raised it to her lips, closed her eyes,
and drank deeply. Then, eyes still closed, she raised the cold,
moisture-beaded side of the glass to her forehead and pressed it
against her skin with a deep sigh, her breasts bobbing slightly in the
barely-restraining halter.

	Standing close, Larry had an excellent view of her cleavage
and saw clearly that she wore no bra. She opened her eyes and caught
him red-handed yet again. Leaning back against the windowsill, Shawna
brought the cold glass down to her chest and rubbed it gently against
the tip of first one breast, then the other. The condensation soaked
the thin fabric of her blouse, and her chilled nipples poked out
sharply.

	Suddenly Larry could stand no more. Grabbing her by the upper
arms, he pulled her hard against him and clamped his mouth over hers,
tongue probing between her lips. His sudden grip caused her to drop
the glass, and it thudded on the floor, spilling a small puddle of
water and rolling under the couch; but neither of them took notice.
Quickly recovering from her initial surprise, Shawna parted her lips
and began returning his kiss enthusiastically, breasts thrust against
his chest.

	Releasing her arms, Larry ran his palms up over her shoulders,
reveling in both the firmness of her muscles and the narrowness of her
frame. He had never felt so uninhibited with a woman before - least of
all his ex-wife, who had always made him feel as though he were on
thin ice. Not this time; now he was in command. By god, he was going
to have this girl - in mere moments he was going to fuck her, and
right then that was all that mattered in the world. She was his, to
use as he pleased, with no need to worry about romantic pretenses,
commitments, or bruised feelings.

	His hands slid down her back, over her hips, and onto the
protruding curve of her fanny. He felt her buttocks tense slightly as
she stood on her tip-toes, and he clutched her firm, rounded cheeks
tightly through her skirt. Not satisfied with this, he reached a bit
lower and slipped his hands under the hem of the skirt, skimming it
upward around her waist, until his greedy fingers felt her bare ass.
Lord, he thought: no panties?

	Ah, there they were: thong-style, with only an obscene little
scrap of thin fabric disappearing into her cleft.

	Gripping Shawna tightly, Larry pushed her back against the
window-frame and ground his pelvis against hers, dry-humping her as
they kissed, his prick pushing hard against her tummy. She began
making small moaning sounds in the back of her throat as he slipped a
finger between her legs to probe her womanhood. He found her already
damp and slippery, and the narrow strip of panty presented no obstacle
as he wormed a fingertip between her moist folds and into her vagina.
He felt her shudder, and she pushed her palms against his chest to
break their kiss.

	"Oh, god, Larry, you're making me hot! Let's go lie down in
your room, okay?"

	"No. I want you right here." His face had taken on a strange
leer, and he was unwilling to take his hands off her even for a
moment. He flexed his finger inside her, making her gasp.

	"Okay... ah!... Whatever you want," she said breathlessly.

	"Take your skirt off," he told her. Obediently, she reached
behind her and tugged down the short zipper at the back of the
waist. Reluctantly withdrawing his hand from between her legs, he
grabbed the sides of the skirt and slid it down over her hips and
thighs. It dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of it.

	"Now my shorts," he said. Shawna looked him in the eye, as if
measuring his lust, then grasped his waistband and undid the button
and zipper at the front. As she pushed down his shorts and underwear
together, his cock sprang free, bumping against her wrist. It felt
hot and swollen, already slick with pre-cum as she ran her fingers
tentatively along the length of it.

	"How big is it, Larry?" she asked in a whisper.

	"I don't know," he grunted. "But I'm going to put it in you."
He put his hands on her shoulders and guided her toward the futon.

	"Don't you even want me to take my blouse off first?" she
teased.

	"I was just getting to that," he replied with mock testiness.
"Who's in charge here, anyway?"

	"Sorry," she replied. "You're the boss."

	"Yeah; keep that in mind." He smirked wickedly, his whole body
inflamed with lust at the sight of her muscular, scantily- clad ass
and athletic, smoothly-tapered legs as she stood beside the futon.
After stripping off his shirt and kicking off his sandals, he sat down
next to her and placed his hands on her waist.

	"I want you to sit on my lap, Shawna, facing forward."

	"Like this?" She spread her legs to straddle him and settled
her buttocks gently on his thighs, leaning back against his chest.

	"Yeah, that's the idea." He nuzzled her right ear and her
neck, running the tip of his tongue along the back of her jaw and
giving her a gentle bite on the side of her throat. Feeling her ear-
rings in the way, she reached up and removed them, tossing them on top
of her skirt. As his hands drew her hips a bit further back against
him, his penis poked up between her legs, sliding against the damp
crotch of her panties. He could feel the heat and the softness of her
lips against the back of his member as he moved his hips slightly,
gliding it up and down.

	"Oooh, baby," Shawna cooed, running her palm gently over the
head and down the underside with little circular motions. "It feels
like you're ready for me. Do you want me?"

	"Not yet," Larry growled. "I have to take your blouse off
first." She giggled as his fingers found her nipples through the wet
fabric and gently pulled and twisted them outward. After a moment of
this, he tugged loose the knot that held her improvised halter
together, and the blouse fell open, revealing the glorious, naked
hemispheres of her breasts. Looking over her shoulder, he feasted his
eyes on the smooth, rounded globes, crowned with pursed, protruding,
light pink areoles and finally those magnificent little nubs... like
pencil erasers, he thought involuntarily, wincing inwardly at the
cliche. Yes: big, fat, suckable pencil erasers.

	"I hope you like them," Shawna whispered as his fingertips
began circling lightly around her peaks, sending a shiver up her
spine.

	"They're perfect," he mumbled, lips tugging at her earlobe.

	She made a faint mewing sound and began stroking the underside
of his cock again, pressing it firmly against her now-steamy crotch.

	"Turn around now." He made her stand up and sit down on his
lap again facing toward him, so that her breasts hung directly before
him, just about chin-level. She shrugged off her blouse and placed her
hands on his shoulders as he lowered his lips to begin teasing her,
kissing a path down her cleavage and slowly up the full, rounded
underside of first her left, then her right breast, approaching but
not quite reaching the peaks.

	"Oh, please suck them," she said impatiently. "Be my baby and
suck them for me."

	"`Them' what?" he asked maliciously, looking up at her closed
eyes. She opened them halfway and looked back at him.

	"My... my breasts. My nipples. You want to hear me say the
words, Larry? Okay. My titties. Suck my little titties, Larry,
*please*!"

	"All right, Shawna," he smiled, and began flicking his tongue
lightly over her nipples. He brought his hands up to cup the globes
into raised, jutting cones, gently squeezing and massaging them both
as his wet, dancing tongue moved from one to the other and then back
again. Each one made a perfect handful.

	Shawna began bucking slightly on his lap, rubbing the mound of
her crotch against his abdomen, while his penis nudged between her
ass-cheeks.

	"Ah... aah... " she moaned. "Ah!" She tensed suddenly, eyelids
fluttering, and Larry was amazed to realize she was having an orgasm
already, before her panties had even come off.

	After a moment she seemed to relax slightly and leaned forward
against him, head resting on his left shoulder.

	"Oh, Larry," she sighed. "I can't believe that happened."

	"Well, I guess you can consider that a bonus. You can come all
you want tonight, Shawna - the more the better, in fact, as long as
you remember you're my sex-toy."

	"Thanks," she giggled. "Yeah, I'm your sex-toy tonight, Larry;
that's why I'm here. What do you want to do with me now?"

	"I think I'm ready to fuck you." He grasped her butt again,
kneading her firm cheeks and pressing them together around the end of
his cock. "Yes, I'm definitely ready to fuck you."

	Taking her by the waist again, he rolled her onto her back
beside him, noting how little her perky breasts seemed to flatten in
the process. He hooked his thumbs under the thin waistband of her
panties, and she raised her hips to allow him to slide them down and
off her, revealing a small, closely-trimmed strip of fine, curly
golden pubic hair. Her tangy scent was unmistakable in his nostrils.

	As Larry slid Shawna's panties off her still-sandalled feet,
his eyes again roamed along the smooth, golden curves of her legs. On
impulse, he tugged quickly at the little bows that tied the tops of
her sandals just below her knees; and in a moment he had stripped them
off her, leaving her completely naked at last. Moving to kneel
between her legs, he grasped her left ankle and raised it to his
lips. She smelled good.

	"Did you wash your feet today, Shawna?"

	"Uh-huh. I took a shower just before I came over."

	"Good." He kissed her instep while running his other hand
appreciatively up along her shin to caress her knee, and then back
down over her firm, well-rounded calf. Inspecting her toes closely, he
marveled at how meticulously her nails were trimmed and painted. He
had never thought of himself as a foot- fetishist, but now he could
not resist taking her big toe into his mouth and sucking hard.

	"Oh, Jesus!" Shawna exclaimed, half giggling, half moaning.

	"That's weird. Oh, I like it!" She began caressing her nipples
and drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Larry decided he
really was ready now and grasped the backs of her strong but slender
thighs, spreading them wide.

	"Um, Larry? We need to do one little thing before you go any
further, if you know what I mean."

	"Oh, yeah. Christ, I'm a fool."

	"That's okay," she smiled. "There's one in the pocket of my
blouse." He quickly retrieved her top from where it had fallen on the
floor and found the little package. He handed it to her.

	"Put it on for me," he told her.

	"Okay." She sat up halfway, tore the package open, and
withdrew the condom, pausing to stroke his hardness a few times before
fitting the latex ring over the head. In a moment she had rolled it
all the way down, sheathing him securely.

	"Ready to go," she reported, giving it a gentle squeeze before
leaning back on her elbows.

	"Let's start with you on top," he decided, lying down beside
her, running his palm along the curve of her thigh. Shawna rolled her
eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh of resignation.

	"Whatever you say." She pushed herself up to a sitting
position. "Actually, I was kind of *hoping* you'd want it this way,"
she grinned. "This is my favorite." Larry watched, head swimming and
penis throbbing, as she swung one leg over his waist to straddle him.
Poised on her knees, she grasped his member and moved the tip against
her furrow, sliding it slowly back and forth, her other fingertips
resting lightly on his abdomen. She watched his face with a
mischievous look in her half-lidded eyes, as if goading him to tell
her to hurry up and put it in.

	"Now," Larry groaned, breathing deeply. "Fuck me."

	"Okay," she sighed, and guided his bulbous head into her
narrow opening. She was tight but very wet, and when she began to sink
down, his cock slid smoothly into her, pushing deeper and deeper
inside. She paused when it was about halfway in, shoulders quivering,
drawing rapid, shallow breaths.

	"Oh, god, Larry," she hissed, eyes closed and head thrown
back. "I don't know if I can take it. I think it's too big for me."

	"Bullshit." *Nice* bullshit, he thought idly, but bullshit.

	She probably said that to all the guys, but damn, she did know
the right buttons to push. "Do it," he commanded, twitching his pelvis
slightly upward for emphasis, pushing himself in another half inch or
so. Shawna sucked in a deep breath.

	"Uh- okay. Here goes." She sank down again, and he felt
himself sliding deeper and deeper, until her rump rested squarely on
his hips and his straining cock was lodged fully inside her.

	Face contorted in an effort not to come immediately, Larry
raised his head and stared at her bare, flat belly, imagining how far
up in it he must be. As the imminent orgasm receded slightly, he
placed a hand on her abdomen and massaged her flesh.

	"I can't believe this," Shawna gasped. "Oh, god, I feel so
full. You're so long and fat." She began to raise herself slowly, up
to about half his length, and then sank slowly back down. That was
when Larry realized he was going to give her an `A' for the course,
even though the deal only called for a `C'.

	"How old are you, Shawna?" he heard himself ask.

	"Uh- eighteen," she told him, frowning as if forming the
answer took a great effort of concentration.

	"Mmmmmm," he groaned deeply, trying to think of anything that
might help him hold his climax at bay. Baseball? Dead English
poets? It was no use. "Eighteen," he sighed. "And I'm fucking you."

	"Yeah. Oh, that's nice."

	"That's... a hell of an understatement, Shawna. You're sooo
goood... I want this to last forever."

	"Me too, baby," she said in a pleading voice. "I'm almost
there again. Oh, I'm almost there! You don't know what you're doing to
me, Larry! I - Oh! Oh my god!" Shawna's whole body stiffened, her back
arching, breasts thrust high, shaking all over. Her eyes were shut
tightly, head whipping from side to side, face set in a grimace of
ecstasy. She filled his eyes like a vision, saturating his senses,
overwhelming him in every way.

	Yet somehow, incredibly, Larry fought down his own orgasm. At
last her throes seemed to begin to subside.

	Deciding he could now afford to move at least slightly without
coming at once, Larry reached up to caress Shawna's chest. Her
breasts looked flushed and swollen, the areoles and nipples protruding
farther than ever, almost like another pair of miniature breasts atop
the main ones. As his fingers slid around them, she gave a squeak and
suddenly went stiff again, hands flying to his wrists. She didn't
really try to push his hands away, however, so he began hefting her
breasts and thumbing the nipples insistently.

	"Ah- oh, Jesus!" she gasped. "You're... you're doing it to me
again! Uh... uh... " She seemed to be fighting for breath and began
bouncing on him, taking him in and out in short, sharp little strokes,
panting now, tears running down her cheeks. She came again, almost
sobbing. Finally she pushed his hands away from her breasts, drawing a
deep, ragged breath.

	"That... that was... incredible, Larry. Thank you." Her eyes
looked dreamy. "Are you ready to come yet?" she asked. He nodded
dumbly, feeling goggle-eyed. "Okay," she said. "But let's have you on
top now. I feel like I can't even sit up."

	As Larry rolled on top of her, his whole body felt like it was
buzzing, wound up, full to overflowing, ready to explode.

	Shawna looked exhausted and helpless beneath him, her long,
curly hair damp with sweat and splayed out around her on the futon,
hands lying limply beside her head. On another impulse, he grabbed her
wrists, causing her to open her eyes suddenly.

	"Oh, wow," she said quietly, staring up at him. "I couldn't
stop you now no matter what, could I?"

	"Not a chance," he grunted, thrusting into her deep and hard,
the motion making her breasts quiver. Shawna drew her legs up around
his waist, knees spread wide, heels nudging his buttocks as if
spurring a horse. He passed the point of no return.

	"Do it, baby," Shawna urged him. "You made me come so much;
now it's your turn. Do it: come inside me. Fuck my pussy!"

	"Yes!" he groaned, rodding her hard and fast, no longer trying
to hold back. It was coming - a big one - THE big one - no use
fighting it now. "Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" he grunted, gritting his
teeth. "Here it comes! Here it comes!"

	"Yes! Shoot it! Shoot it in me now!" Larry heaved mightily
against her, pinning her down hard, and began jetting thick, countless
streams of his seed, his mind completely gone, swept away in rapture
like nothing he had ever known.

				* * *

	It was very late when Shawna finally pulled herself together
to go home. Larry asked her if she wanted to stay, or whether he could
give her a ride, wondering whether she ought to venture out alone at
such an hour; but she insisted she would be fine. She spent a few
minutes trying to tidy up her appearance, but she still looked rather
bedraggled, Larry thought - as if she had been... well, fucked. Her
skirt had a large wet spot from where it had lain in the water spilled
from her glass, and her blouse was still damp as well. The night had
gotten cooler.

	"Here," he said, handing her an old wind-breaker from the hall
closet. "Put this on. No one will recognize it; I haven't worn it in
years."

	"Okay. Thank you, Larry."

	"You know," he told her as they paused by the front door, "we
were both wrong to do this. But I'd do it again."

	"Me too," she grinned, giving him one last little kiss.

	"What courses are you teaching in the fall?"

			       The End