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Subject: {ASSM} Back to School   Pt. 1  MFF oral MF safe sex
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Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 05:10:01 -0400
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This erotic story is for the private enjoyment of the
audience.  Any resemblence to actual people or
incidents is purely coincidental.   Any further
distribution of the descriptions and accounts of this
story without the permission of  the commissioner is
prohibited.  No animals were harmed in writing this
story.   
Enjoy.

Don 

            Paul Bunyan was glad he decided to go back
to school.   After several years of working in a
dot-com and real estate, he had enough money.  He was
gradually liquidating his investments, except for is
condo in down town Philadelphia.  He enrolled in a
program in American History at the University of
Pennsylvania, directly across the river.  He was
amazed by how little he had forgotten from his
undergraduate program over fifteen years earlier.  He
did not find an important difference between selecting
a business solution and solving an academic problem in
history. 
 	Paul was delighted by the abundant female
pulchritude abounding around the campus.  He was tired
of the bar scene where women were more interested in
his money than in him. At least in college, the women
were smart as well as pretty.  Because he paid all
tuition himself, he did not receive any stipend or
assist in any classes.   Therefore, he was not subject
to the rules about dating undergraduates, as was able
to proceed rapidly toward his masters' and eventually
to his doctorate. 
           Paul exercised regularly in the gym in his
building.   He was only average height, but he had no
trouble meeting women.  The same intensity that he had
used successfully in business brought him success in
dating.  
	One Saturday evening, Paul went to the library to
check some possible sources for his research.  
Saturday is usually date night, but he would rather do
a pick-up at the library than search for a date. 
While he was checking some journals he saw two women
looking at him, giggling.  He realized he had seen
them before.
	He introduced himself, "Hi, my name his Paul.  I've
seen you before, giggling at me."
	The women were plain looking, but pleasant enough.
	One, who was slightly chubby, replied, "We're sorry. 
My name is Charlotte Webb.  This is Lisa.  We just
thought you look kind of old to be in college."
	"I'm a second year graduate student in American
history. What do you do?"
	Lisa had pale skin and over sized glasses.  She
answered, "We're both majoring in physics, but I'm
planning to go to medical school."
	Charlotte added, "I don't know what I want to do, but
it is not medicine.  That is too hard."
	Paul said, "Since you were obviously checking me
over, can I at least buy you a beer?"
	Lisa replied, "I'd like that, but I won't be 21 until
next year."
	"I turned 21 a few months ago, but it wouldn't be
fair to go without Lisa," Charlotte added. 
	Normally, Paul would not hit on undergraduates.  They
were almost half his age, and generally immature.  But
Charlotte exuded an earthy sexiness.  He had not had
sex in over a week, so he was horny. 
	Paul said, "My apartment is just across the river.  
I have plenty of beer, wine and more potent stuff.  Do
you want to go there?"
	They giggled together, but finally Charlotte said,
"Sure.  What do you say, Lisa?"
	Lisa was hesitant, but finally agreed.
	They walked across the Schuylkill River to his
building on Walnut Street.  Paul had large one bedroom
apartment with a view of the river.
	"This is fancy," said Charlotte, obviously impressed.
	"Thank you.  Do you want a beer?  I could open a good
bottle of wine.   Or do you want me to pour something
stronger?"
	"I'll take whatever," Charlotte said.
	"Me too," added Lisa.
	"How about a nice sauvignon blanc?"	
	Neither woman was quite sure what that was, but they
both agreed.
	As they explored the apartment, they noticed several
paintings and drawings that were suggestively erotic,
although not explicitly pornographic. 
	Charlotte said, "These paintings are something else. 
Where did you get them?"
	Lisa added, "Yeah, I've never seen this type thing
before."
	Paul said, "I bought them over the years.  Those are
reproductions of some of Picasso's drawings.   If they
make you uncomfortable, we can call it an early
evening."
	Lisa was uncomfortable, but she did not want to say
anything.  Charlotte was more intrigued.  Although
neither girl was a virgin, they were not currently
sexually active because they had difficulty getting
dates.  
	Paul handed each woman her wine.  He also pulled out
some snack crackers.  He sat down, motioning the women
to sit on either side of him.  
	Paul held up his glass, "To getting to know each
other better."
	They toasted to that.   Paul asked them about where
they were from and where they lived.  He casually put
his hand on each woman's knee.  Lisa moved away
slightly, but Charlotte put her hand on his knee.  She
noticed an expansion in his groin.  
	She cried, "Oh, Lisa.   I think we have a live one
here."
	She moved her hand to his bulge.   At first Lisa did
not move, until Charlotte said, "Do you want to be
left out and let me do this all by myself?   Help me
out, Lisa."
	Paul added, "Your friend has a nice touch, but I
won't bite, Lisa."
	Lisa carefully put her hand in Paul's lap.
	Paul said, "Take it out and play with it for a while.
 I'll make you glad you did."
	Charlotte slid off the couch and knelt in front of
him.  She unzipped his fly and opened his belt.  She
lowered his slacks and shorts to the floor.   She
inspected his rod, and pulled down the foreskin. 
	Charlotte said, "That is magnificent, Paul.  Here,
Lisa, take a good look."
	Lisa slid next to her friend.  Suddenly Charlotte
bent over to give him a good suck.  She enjoyed giving
head because it gave her a feeling of control.   Lisa
joined her over his cock.  Soon the women were taking
turns bobbing up and down on his hardening tool.  They
had apparently done this before.  Paul leaned over to
reach under each woman's shirt.  He unsnapped their
bras, letting them fall into the shirts.  They looked
up when he did this, but continued their sucking.  
	Finally, Paul could not take any more.  He pleaded,
"Girls, please stop.  You are so good, I'm about to
shoot.  Let's move this into the bedroom, so I can
return the favor."
	Charlotte looked up and said, "We want to bring you
off, first.  After that, we can do whatever you want."
	Paul realized he was in no position to argue.  The
pressure on his prick was too delectable.  He let the
girls continue.  Soon, wads of cum burst out of his
prick, soaking both girls on the face and chin.  Cum
oozed onto their chests, and dripped onto the carpet. 
	Paul sat back, smiling, and said, "You girls are
terrific cock suckers.  Let's clean up and move into
the bedroom.   But first, take off your shirts, so I
can see your tits."
	He removed the last of his clothes and stood up. 
Lisa and Charlotte stripped to the waist.  Paul hugged
each one, pressing his chest against their breasts. 
He especially liked Charlotte's massive mammary.  He
led them to the bedroom.  He believes that Charlotte
would be the more sexually receptive.   He sat on the
bed in front of Charlotte, pulled down her slacks and
panties, and motioned for her to lie on the bed. 
	He asked, "Charlotte, do like men to go down on you?"
	"Oh yes.   Please do me."
	"What about you, Lisa? You've seen your friend's
muff, haven't you?   Do you want to remove your slacks
also?"
	"It's more important that you take care of Charlotte.
 She needs it more than I do."
	Somehow, Paul was surprised to hear that, but he
believed it. 
	Paul knelt on the floor as Charlotte opened her legs.
  He pushed his head in until he reached her pussy.  
He started licking her labia until he found her
clitoris.   Low moans from Charlotte's throat told him
he found his target.   He sucked and licked the entire
area, as Charlotte got more excited.  She tossed her
head around and thrust her bottom toward him.  He
glanced briefly at Lisa, who was fascinated at the
scene before her, but made no move to join in. 
	Charlotte grabbed her own breasts, rubbing them
fiercely.  Her breathing gave way to panting, as the
first orgasm coursed though her.  Paul wanted to
continue, but his mouth was getting tired, so he
released her. 
	Charlotte laid back, content.  
	Paul said, "Lisa, are you sure you don't want any?"
	Charlotte added, "Oh Lisa, You don't know what you're
missing.  He is very good."
	Lisa just smiled quietly.  To her sex had to be part
of an ongoing relationship.   She knew her roommate
wanted the occasional one night stand, so she just let
her do her thing.  
	Paul asked Lisa to get the wine from the living room.
They sipped some more, but Charlotte detected that
Lisa was uncomfortable, so she suggested that they go
home.   Paul thanked them for a delightful evening.  
He did not expect to hear from them again. 
	Several weeks latter, Paul was surprised by a call
from Charlotte.
	She said, "Paul, I have to see you.  It's very
important."
	"I was about to go out for supper.   Meet me at the
Irish pub at the corner of Walnut and 20th."
	"I'll see you there."
	At the pub, he asked what the matter is.
	"It's private.  I don't want to talk about it here."
	"But we're at a private booth in the back."
	"Still, I'd rather wait until we are alone."
	They talked about Lisa and her attitudes towards sex.
 Charlotte said Lisa was still recovering from being
dumped by her ex-boyfriend for a sexy freshman.  Lisa
also believed that potential physicians should have
higher moral standards than most people.
	Paul paid the bill and walked with Charlotte to his
apartment.  Once there, she removed her jacket,
revealing a tee shirt so tight that it looked as if
her large boobs were about to bore a pair of holes.  
She looked at him, nervously.
	He asked, "Well, Charlotte, what is so important?"
	"I've been under a lot of stress, lately.  I need
something from you."
	"What do you need?"
	"I need a fuck.  I know I'm not pretty, so if you
don't want to, that's okay.  But I need a stiff poke
in the worst way."
	"Why me?"
	"Because you seem like a nice guy.   I believe you
like sex and would be good at it.   I'm not asking for
anything more than an occasional roll in the hay.  I
don't care what you do with other girls.  I'll do it
in any position you want, provided you use a condom
and promise not to hurt me.   I just need an
occasional stab from your big pecker." 
	Paul looked at her, noticing the quiet pleading in
her eyes.
	He said, "Of course we can do it."
	She replied, "Do you want me to go down on you?"
	"Not yet.  First let's go into the bedroom.  Take off
your sweater so I can admire your wonderful mounds."
	She pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra.    Her
40D breasts came swinging free.   He sat on the bed
and pulled her to him.  He started kissing and sucking
at the nipples, giving her a slight buzz.  
	He said, "One day, I am going to have to fuck these
mountains directly. "
	He then put his hands inside her slacks and pulled
them down.  She bent down, adding the slacks to her
other clothes.   She modeled her body for him, and
then pulled removed her panties.  He pulled her over
to him, and buried his face in the bush.
	She objected, "This isn't fair.  I'm naked, but
you're still wearing all your clothes."
	"Then who don't you do something about it?"
	She slowly undressed him and threw his clothes on the
chair.  He sat back on the bed, so she could crawl on
next to him.   She took hold of his pecker, gradually
letting it expand.  She then lowered her mouth on it,
sucking until it grew firm and hard.   She licked a
few more minutes, until he pulled her away.
	He said, "There are condoms in my nightstand.  Pull
one out and put it on me.  Then we can have real fun."
	When she had done that, she said, "Do want me to get
on top of you?"
	"Not yet.   Let's play first."
	They took turns kissing each other all over their
bodies.  He inserted one finger, and then two, and
then three, into her steaming box.   Her breath became
short and hard.
	She demanded, "Don't play with me any more.  Put it
in.  Fuck me.  Make me cum on your rod."
	He rammed his prick in.  She hissed loudly.  
	"Yes!   Now fuck me with it."
	He moved about her, squeezing her tits as he banged
into her.  He wanted to last for a while and bring her
off at least once.  She thrashed wildly about the bed,
pushing up her pelvis against his.  
	She screamed, "Yes!  That's it!  Don't stop!"
	But instead, he stopped.
	She looked at him incredulously, "What is the
matter?"
	"Nothing.  Turn over.  I just want to finish from
behind.   That way I can play with your tits while I
fuck you."
	She was too excited to object. He easily reentered
her hot pussy.  He grabbed her tits to use them for
leverage.  She pushed back at him.  
	She yelled, "I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!"
	He relaxed slightly, until she demanded, "Fuck me
again.  Hard as possible."
	He resumed pounding her into the bed, like a hammer. 
He felt his prick heat up until the tension felt
wonderful.   He grunted, "I'm going to explode."
	Cum poured into the condom.  She felt the latex
expand until it filled her completely.  She then
released another orgasm rolling through her body.  
	He relaxed and pulled out. 
	He said, "I'm going to have to deal with this condom.
 Then I'll get some wine and come back to bed."
	When he did that, the two of them lay next to each
other, eating, drinking, and cuddling.  He kissed all
over her body.  She reached for his prick.  
	She said, "I'll bet I can get this up for another
round."
	"You probably can."
	She got another condom for him. After she put it on,
she sat up.
	"I want to get on top of you," she said.
	She lowered her large body onto his prick.  She waved
her tits in his face. He pulled on them.  They hurt,
even as they felt good.  She moved freely above him,
lost in the growing tension.  She bounced wildly in
her lust, letting the pleasure flow through her.   He
stayed hard inside her, until she lost some of her
energy.  
	He instructed, "Roll over onto your back."
	He stayed with her, moving on top of her.   He
pounded into her unmercifully. 	She yelled, "Fuck me! 
Fuck me! Fuck me!"
	The tension in his penis became unbearable.
	He exclaimed, "My prick is on fire!" 
	A wave of cum extinguished the fire, but sent her
into another paroxysm of pleasure. 
	They lay there, exhausted.  After he took care of the
condom, he said, "You are welcome to spend the night
here, but I'm too tired for another round.   You are
the best sex I've had in months."
	"I thought it was great, too, but I need to go home. 
I don't want to wear out my welcome too soon."
	Charlotte got out of bed, used the bathroom, and then
got dressed.  Paul escorted her to the door, without
putting on any clothes.  
	They were too far apart in age, interests, and
experiences to have a genuine relationship.  However,
either could call the other for a few hours of bed
play, provided each did not have a date or something
else to do.  They remained fuck buddies for the
remainder of the academic year.  
	Paul spent the spring semester studying for and
eventually passing his qualifying exams.  He was too
busy for Charlotte.  To spite him, and because she was
horny, Charlotte hosted a train of six men having sex
with her.   Ordinarily Paul wouldn't mind, but when
she taunted Paul about that, he stopped seeing her
entirely.  



	
		
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