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Operation: Seduction
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Operation: Seduction
Sally awoke with a start to the sound of tires in her driveway.
Footsteps made their way up to the porch, and the top of the
mailbox creaked open and shut again. As she peered out the
window, she saw an upturned, smiling face and the flash of a
thumbs-up sign before the figure returned to the car and pulled
out of the driveway.
She quickly threw on her robe and hurried down the stairs. As
she retrieved the envelope from her mailbox, she shook her head,
remembering how the whole thing began...
Sally and Louanne worked for a small liberal arts college,
Louanne on the science faculty, and Sally as a librarian. Both
were surprised to have been invited to join an elite group of
students in a private bbs. Few faculty or staff were trusted to
keep confidential the no-holds-barred atmosphere of "The Cuckoo's
Nest," as the board was called, so Sally and Louanne felt quite
honored to be included. The Nest was a place where the best and
brightest (and most irreverent) students cut loose and released
tensions. Explicit language flew, practical jokes were planned,
atrocious puns committed and purity test scores and their
significance were endlessly debated.
In the latter department, the possessor of the lowest test score
(or the highest percentage f purity, depending on your point of
view) on the conference was the frequent butt of the usual
jokes. Bob gave as good as he got, though, and often dropped
hints on the conference as to the location of his room and the
days his roommate would be out of town. As far as anyone knew,
however, Bob kept unsullied his nickname of "Ivory Soap" for his
99 and 44/100ths % purity. Of course that number would also
have been a fairly accurate estimate of his I.Q. percentile as
well. He was easily the brightest student to pass through the
college (and quite possibly the shyest). "Bob," one conference
member said, "makes that Marilyn vos Savant woman look like an
airheaded valley girl." The sentiment was unanimously agreed
with.
As the end of spring semester rolled around, Louanne met Sally
for lunch. Discussion turned to the Nest and the upcoming party
to celebrate the impending graduation of some of the
"Nestlings."
"Did you read Bob's last post to the party topic?" Sally asked
Louanne.
"Didn't it say something about the party being the last chance to
seduce him before he graduated?" she replied.
"That's the one!" Sally laughed.
"Wouldn't it be funny if someone finally called his bluff?"
"What do you mean? All of the women at the party surround him,
carry him off to the bedroom, and gang bang him or something?"
"Well, that'd hardly be the proper way to take his cherry - he'd
be warped for life," Louanne said.
"What, then? Find a volunteer to try to seduce him?" Sally
asked. She then batted her eyes in imitation of a semi-reluctant
virgin, and added, "'Oh! Be gentle! It's my first time!' and all
that? Ha!! He'd faint dead away if anyone laid a hand on him!"
she snorted.
"I bet he wouldn't!"
"Too bad there isn't a way to settle our difference of opinion."
Lou thought for a moment, and said, "Come to think of it, I _do_
have the highest score in the conference on the Purity Test...
Who better to initiate a young man, hmmmmm? But if I were to do
the hard part, so to speak, it's only fair that you have some
stake in it, too..."
Not believing her ears, Sally said "Oh yeah. Right. Like what?"
"The place. Lend me your keys to the library."
"Are you out of your mind??!?!?" Sally squeaked.
"You're the one who's so sure he'd back down, so what's the risk,
hmmm?" She grinned devilishly. "Besides, can you think of a
more appropriate place to seduce an intellectual-type? Say in
that little study area with the couches over in the literature
section?" Louanne was really warming to the subject now.
"Lou...."
"Either way, I'll return your keys with a full, written report!"
Louanne leered.
....Sally ripped opened the manila envelope. Inside were the
library keys ("Thank god!" she thought) and the report. She
settled into the loveseat and began to read.
Final Report: Operation Seduction.
I was very careful not to spook the subject on the way to the
party, and you'll have to agree that my behavior was exemplary
during the event - exemplary for _me_ anyway. I decided to make
my move on the way back to campus. As our conversation about
the party wound down, I asked, "So, you're not disappointed,
then?"
"About what? Why would I be disappointed?"
"Well, you did say that this was the last opportunity for someone
to seduce you..."
Bob turned a very nice shade of pink. "Oh yes. That. I, I was
just kidding, I guess."
"Oh," I said trying to sound very disappointed. He turned toward
me, surprised by my tone of voice. I fixed him with my very
best "come hither" look as we pulled up to the campus gate, then
turned to the guard to show my ID.
Nobody was in sight as we pulled up in front of his dorm. Bob
started to open his door, and, as usual, the lock stuck. I
reached across him to free the lock, leaned close and purred,
"Here, let me help you with ... that," as I let go of the lock
and "accidently" brushed my hand across his lap. My hand came
to rest on his leg, and I asked, "So... any immediate plans for
the evening?" I began to run my hand up and down his thigh and
I looked deeply into his blue eyes.
He blushed an even deeper red and reached for my hand. I thought
for sure that your assessment was correct and that he'd bolt for
his dorm. Instead, he took my hand and returned it to my leg,
gingerly resting his hand just above my knee. "Uh... No... I
guess not..." he stammered. The bulge in his pants betrayed an
increasing erection. Going for the kill, I put my hand on his
and moved up my thigh and hip, past my waist and rested it on my
breast. "Let me go take care of a few things in my office and
then I'll meet you at the back of the Library in twenty
minutes," I said. The bulge grew bigger, his blush got a bit
redder, and he gulped and repeated, "Twenty minutes." Looking a
bit dazed, Bob got out of the car and walked up the dorm's
stairs. He paused at the top, turned, and looked back at me. I
gave him one more encouraging look, and drove away.
I went back to my office. I was almost certain that Bob would
show up at the Library, so it made sense to take precautions
just in case he didn't come "prepared." Sponge in place, I
got back to the Library with five minutes to spare. Fifteen
minutes later, as I was ready to give up and congratulate you on
the accuracy of your prediction, Bob appeared, short of breath.
He looked almost surprised to see me. I fumbled a bit with the
key, and let us in.
As the door shut behind us, I was amazed to find myself
immediately but gently pinned to the wall and on the receiving
end of one the best kisses I'd ever had! His tongue, tasting of
a recent tic-tac, probed my mouth hesitantly at first but with
increasing authority so that I was challenged to keep up with
his maneuvers. (Either this boy was sandbagging us about his
purity score or he's the best natural talent I've ever seen!)
My nipples hardened under my sweater and I could feel my juices
start to flow. As we came up for air, I took the opportunity to
disengage myself from the wall and say, "We _do_ have the whole
library to ourselves, you know!" I took his hand and lead him
into the stacks toward the study area.
As we arrived, I turned back to him, smiled and said, "'Come into
my parlor,' said the spider to the fly." I reached out and
pulled him toward me. Bob almost jumped out of his skin but
made a quick recovery. As we kissed and his hands roamed up and
down my back, he slid them up under my sweater, looking for the
hooks he expected to do battle with. Finding none, he wasted no
time in pulling my sweater over my head. He gazed admiringly at
my breasts with their pink nipples standing at strict attention.
He took one in each hand and began to shower them with kisses,
then began sucking them alternately. I closed my eyes and
enjoyed the sensation, swaying slightly, then turned my
attention to his shirt, and then his jeans. As I unzipped his
fly, he murmured, "'The bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the
prick of noon.'"
"What?!"
"Shakespeare."
"Well, I had something else in mind," I said, and I pulled down
his jeans, then his shorts, and knelt in front of him. Although
I didn't plan to give him a full blowjob - I wanted to save him
for the main event - I couldn't resist cupping his balls in my
hand and giving his throbbing cock a few licks. I slurped up
the drops of pre-cum on the head. Bob shivered and pulled me to
my feet. "My turn," he said and began to fumble with my jeans
as he nibbled and kissed his way down my stomach and navel. My
jeans fell to the floor, shortly followed by my panties. He
kissed my bush and it was all I could do to keep from smothering
him with my pussy. He worked his way back up to my mouth and I
arched my body against his, grinding my hips against his dick.
His tongue still wrestling with mine, he started backing me up
toward the couch. As I took the first step, his hand slipped
between my thighs and he caressed the outer, and then the inner
folds of my pussy. I moaned and guided his hand to my clit as
he lowered me to the couch. A few moments of careful attention
and he was rewarded with even more sound effects and a gush of my
juices as I came to the very edge of orgasm. I moved his hand
aside and grasped his cock, guiding him to the entrance. He
lowered himself into me so slowly I was about to shove it in for
him, but the look on his face and his sigh of, "so hot - and so
_wet_!" made it worth the wait.
With him finally all the way inside, I tensed the muscles inside
my pussy and "shook hands" with his cock. He gasped with
surprise, then began thrusting. From quoting Shakespeare a few
minutes before, our favorite intellectual was reduced to one-
syllable words and various incoherent moans. I wasn't exactly
reciting the Periodic Table myself as I matched his thrusts with
cries of "Yes! Yes!! Fuck me! YES!!" We came within seconds of
each other, my legs wrapped around his waist.
As we came down from our orgasmic high and caught our breath, I
whispered in his ear, "Congratulations, graduate!" and kissed
him gently. He laughed and said, "I'd like to see anyone top
this present!" I gave him one last squeeze before he withdrew.
We dressed and walked to the back door. He checked to see if the
coast was clear, then turned back to me and said, "I have to
ask. Was I... How... I mean..."
"A plus, summa cum laude and college honors. You have a very
bright future ahead of you!" I replied.
He gave me one of his lopsided grins and vanished into the
shadows.
Finally realizing what time it was, I raced back to my office and
wrote up this report. (I didn't want you having heart failure
over your borrowed keys!)
And by the way, give yourself a purity test point for voyeurism
if you read the whole thing, you dirty old woman, you! :-)
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