TANYA'S LUCKY DAY
Tanya Henderson did not know it when she woke up that Monday morning but this was going to be her lucky day. She was a free spirit who found it difficult to be the scholar that her university seemed to demand so relentlessly.
Her main goal in life was to find a good time wherever she could. She had skated by her first three years because many of the courses seemed to be versions of things she had taken in high school and she was bored to tears with school.
Senior year was a whole new ball game. Tanya found it difficult to believe but it was actually necessary to study in order to pass a class. And study hard and long. This cut into her partying: drinking in local clubs, finding a sex partner and spending the night together.
Holding a C average by the skin of her teeth, Tanya was facing disaster if she did not get a passing grade in her Psych 402 class. She cursed as she dressed. So close, she fumed. I'm in the last semester and if I do not get a C in that damn Psych class I am not going to graduate.
There was only one hope, she decided; throw herself on the mercy of the teacher, Professor Harold Wilkins. She dressed carefully and made herself up just as carefully. Tanya was not a beauty but she was pretty in a cute kind of way.
She never had trouble finding dates. Boys seemed to like her turned up nose with a sprinkle of freckles across it. Not more than five feet tall she had a decent body; not a beauty queen by any means, but nice legs and perky 34C tits. Boys loved to fondle and suck on them and she did not discourage them one bit.
Professor Wilkins was thirty-eight years old and would become thirty-nine on Tuesday. He was married to the same woman he had married his senior year in college. Patsy Wilkins was his first and only serious date. Somehow they became college sweethearts: everyone expected them to marry and they did. She was a virgin when they married.
Harold and Patsy spent many an hour in his little coupe necking and petting. He tried in every way to get Patsy to agree to have sex with him but she would not. Necking and letting him play with her breasts, as long as her blouse was on, was as far as he was allowed to go.
She wore girdle panties and there was no way he could get his hands on her pussy. She wanted sex but insisted it was not going to happen until they were married.
Their honeymoon was bitter sweet for Harold. Patsy was a tiger in bed. It was as if all her sexual energy was released at once, like a volcano erupting after being dormant for centuries.
She fucked Harold silly: on top, on the bottom, in a chair, in bed, on the floor, in the shower. It was a fucking heaven and Harold was thankful for this, though exhausted. Patsy did not let him alone until he had satisfied her at least three times a session.
The only fly in the ointment was her refusal to engage in cunnilingus. Hungry to eat her pussy on their wedding night and believing this would provide her with a warm-up prior to coital sex, Harold slid his body down hers, after having savored her very delicious tits, aiming for her pussy.
Patsy would have none of it. "It's nasty to do that, Harold."
And that was that. Harold felt betrayed. He had not engaged in cunnilingus since his sister, Ginger, had left home after she married one of the men who frequented the diner where she worked.
He missed it: the feel and taste of pussy, the way Ginger responded to the way he sucked her clit and licked it. Her soft moans and caressing fingers were imprinted on his brain and he wanted to relive those moments with Patsy.
Life went downhill for the Wilkins not long after their second daughter was born. Patsy was still as interested in sex as she had ever been but had her tubes tied. "I am not some breed animal," she had told Harold, who desperately wanted to try one more time for a boy.
That was the beginning. Patsy began to complain: not enough money, no time for vacation, no second car, no fashionable clothes, the house was too small, in a wrong neighborhood. The list went on and on and Harold came to realize that it would never stop.
The coital sex continued but it has lost its excitement for Harold. Patsy even complained about his inability to keep it up for more than one fuck.
The truth of the matter is that Harold had trouble getting it up for the first fuck of the night because he had come to dislike Patsy so much. The only way he could get it up was to imagine himself between Ginger's thighs but this fantasy could only last so long and one fuck was it.
By that fateful Monday morning Harold was a dejected and beaten man. He was spending more and more time in research and had become the most prolific writer in his department; publishing more papers than all the rest of the seven person department combined.
Teaching and research managed to use most of his days but they were not a substitute for the joy he had felt being between his sister's thighs. He missed sucking her pussy more this morning than he had ever before.
While Tanya was dressing and making herself up so carefully Harold was daydreaming in his office. The door was open, as it always was, to encourage students to see him but his mind was closed, inward, and full of visions of his sister's clit.
Harold had become obsessed with pussy eating by accident, or so he thought at the time. His older sister worked the eight to four night shift in a local twenty-four hour diner. She was tired after eight hours on her feet and as soon as she was undressed headed to the shower down the hall past Harold's bedroom.
Ginger did not bother putting on a robe. No one would be awake to see her at that time, she told herself.
Harold was. He set a small alarm clock for four o'clock and had his bedroom door open slightly the nights Ginger worked. He never saw more than a fleeting glimpse of her as she walked past his door, but it was enough for his young imagination. Those stolen glimpses were enough to generate several cums every night.
One morning he got more than he expected. Ginger was no dummy: had become aware of what her sneaky little brother was doing. At first angry, she came to find a certain pleasure and then a sexual excitement knowing her younger brother was sneaking little peeks and probably jacking off the rest of the morning until it was time to get up for school.
The morning of the beginning of his education in how to satisfy a woman began earlier in the evening. Ginger had several pains in the ass customers that evening. There was nothing she could do but grin and bear it or quit or be fired.
That didn't mean she had to put up with her peeping brother. By the time she arrived home she was a seething boiling cauldron of pent up anger.
She tore off her clothes and stormed into the bathroom where she took a long hot shower. Toweling herself off she decided to teach her peeping tom brother a lesson. A grin on her face she went down the hall toward her room.
To Harold's surprise she did not pass his door. She opened it wide, entered his room, and closed and locked the door behind her. There was a full moon that morning and Harold had a good look at his sister's naked body. His cock came to attention as his eyes traveled down from her face to her tits to her crotch.
He had never seen a real live pussy, though, like most young men his age, he had seen plenty on the Internet but he had never seen one in the flesh. The sight of her neatly trimmed pubic hair surrounding her pussy lips caused his cock to jerk under the sheet.
"You like it, you sneaky little peeping tom pervert?
