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Herman's Revenge


    Unlike most of life, in the case of Clarissa and Alex's tryst in
his   office,  reality  proved  better  than  fantasy.  Practicality,
however,  suggested that crashing almost an entire lab  of  computers
(the  PC's were unscathed) was not the best course of action to reach
sexual ecstasy on a regular basis. Fortunately, Alex's department had
a key for a little used conference room in the library. It was small,
with nice pile rugs,  and best of all,  located  in  a  part  of  the
library  that  was  rarely frequented.  So life continued in a rather
pleasant fashion for them both.
    As far as the 12 Macs which had suffered from that rather sudden
viral flu,  they seemed to make a swift spontaneous recovery.  In the
weeks that followed, they both would often break out in laughter when
they remembered the frenzy Clarissa's little joke had  caused Herman,
the lab director.  Since nothing even near permanent damage was done,
the incident began to fade into the past.  So Clarissa was  a  little
taken aback when she received Herman's email message.
       First of all,  no one  on  the  East  coast  knew  her  email
address,  except Alex and she was sure he had not given it to Herman.
Also the tone of the message gave her a little start.
       "TO: Clarissa Stone
        FROM: Herman Jejune
        Please see me in the lab at 4:00, Thursday."
       Of course,  she would go.  Since her sudden interest in Macs,
her  relationship  with  Herman  had  improved immensely.  He was not
really a bad sort,  but rather one who fleshed out the definition  of
'computer  nerd.'  Rumor  had  it  that  he was gay.  Having a sixth,
seventh and even eighth sense about these  things,  though,  Clarissa
didn't think so.
       Being a happy-go-lucky type person she  didn't  give  it  too
much  thought  after  the  initial  message.  That  is until Thursday
arrived and she saw Alex standing  wordlessly  in  the  lab  next  to
Herman.
       "You probably are wondering why  we  are  all  gathered  here
today."
       Suppressing a  groan,  Alex  looked  at  Clarissa  nervously.

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Seeing  that his attempt at humor had once again fallen flat,  Herman
got straight to the point.
       "I know  that  you  were  responsible for what happened to my
Macs.  I also know what you were doing in Alex's office on  that  day
and what you are continuing to do in room 302 in the library."
       Because the  lab  caper  was  entirely  her  doing,  she  was
surprised at Alex's answer.
       "It was really only a little joke.  I really didn't mean  any
harm."
       Instead of the usual twinge in her twat,  hearing his gallant
words made her feel a tug elsewhere.
       Herman wasn't  buying  any  sort  of  apology,   though.   He
continued  recounting  the  university's  policy about fornication on
campus. Until this point, Clarissa didn't even know they had one. Her
mind  started  drifting  to  visions  of  her  and  Alex  standing on
unemployment lines.  Herman's next words brought her quickly back  to
earth.
       "I also know that you are both married,  however, not to each
other."
       Chivalry or not,  she decided to take the bull by the  horns.
"What do you want?"
       Knowing that he had the upper hand,  he quickly retorted, "So
glad   you  finally  asked."  His  bravura  quickly  faded  when  his
explanation actually began.
       After a lot of uhs,  and you-knows they found out that Herman
did indeed like women, very much so. His problem was that he couldn't
get it up.
       "In exchange for my silence,  I would like the two of you  to
give me a little lesson on how it's done. To insure you use your best
teaching methods,  I will add that if I don't get an  erection  while
watching,  I will have to inform all parties about your activities. I
noted that Wednesday afternoon is the usual time for  your rendezvous
in the library, so I have scheduled a private seminar in the lab next
week. I trust that you will be there."
    With these words, they departed. Alex was the first to break the
silence.
    "The little fucker is blackmailing us."
    "Yeah, it sure looks that way,  but it doesn't seem like we have
much choice. I guess we've just got to go with the flow."
    Despite her upbeat remarks to Alex,  Clarissa did not  take  the
upcoming task at hand lightly.  One did not have to be a psychologist
to see that Herman had deep seated  problems  that  required  serious
measures to correct them.
    She began that very night by urging her not unwilling husband to
shave her twat until it was virgin clean.  With the outside pristine,
she demanded that the same be done for the interior.  This of  course
had to be repeated to insure absolute cleanliness (and horniness) for
the Wednesday to come, following her personal maximum, "The more, the
better".
    When the showdown Wednesday finally arrived, Clarissa dressed to
meet  the  challenge.  Although Alex never paid attention to anything
she wore,  Clarissa woke up the  30  minutes  earlier  to  dress  for
Herman.  She began with a low cut lacy black bra and a matching black
garter belt and stockings.  Next came a sheer black  silk  sleeveless
top and a short tight black skirt. So her students wouldn't be unduly
distracted,  she topped her outfit with a long  white  linen  jacket.
Though this was definitely blackmail, she thought it might be kind of
fun.
    She was the first to arrive in the lab.  In his typical style of

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humor,  Herman had all the lights turned off and the Macs  turned  on
with an array of fish swimming on their screens.
     Although Clarissa most admired Alex with his clothes  off,  she
was  impressed  when  he  entered the lab.  Running her eyes over his
tight black jeans and  t-shirt,  she  almost  forgot  their  ultimate
purpose.  Only Herman had not altered his attire for the occasion. He
was dressed,  as usual,  in typical nerd fashion-- brown  shoes  with
blue socks, dark green slacks, and a light blue dress shirt worn over
a plain white undershirt.  The shirt pocket contained at least a half
dozen  writing  implements,  including  a  couple of cheap .5 mm lead
pencils, and a few felt pens in various colors.
    Although there  were  no  set  directions,  they still felt like
actors on a stage. With grace, Alex removed her jacket. They had both
rehearsed  this role in some form before.  As he brushed her shoulder
an electric current began to run through her body. Slowly the buttons
of her top began to become undone.  She glanced at Herman and saw his
hands sitting in his lap. She turned to Herman and said "You've gotta
take yours off too,  you know.  I want to see when you get it up. And
just so we know what is possible, I need to know if your impotence is
biological or psychological."
     At this  Herman  blushed.  He  removed  his  shoes   and   said
"Psychological".  He  removed  his pants (to reveal plain white boxer
shorts) and said "The doctors used stamps to verify that  nothing  is
physically  wrong."  He  removed  his shirt.  "Mine is a long and sad
tale! said Herman, turning to Clarissa and sighing.
    "It is  a sad tail,  certainly," said Clarissa,  looking down at
Herman's 'tail', "But I don't see why you call it a long one!"
    Herman completely missed this literary reference,  and continued
to relate how, as a child, he had walked into his parent's bedroom to
find  his  mother  engaged in some non-understandable act with the TV
repair man. "The repair man's Thing was so big, and Mom was screaming
so, it frightened me, and I just have never gotten it up".
    By now,  Clarissa was in her silky,  slinky underwear,  and  she
started  to remove Alex's clothes.  First his t-shirt (he had somehow
removed his shoes already). As her hands started their journey to his
belt,  she paused to caress his right nipple with her tongue. "I hope
it gets better than this"  said  Herman.  "Aw,  take  it  easy"  Alex
replied,  "You've gotta start these things slowly. I can see you have
a lot to learn." Getting right on with the lesson,  Alex's right hand
started to massage Clarissa's left breast, which caused her nipple to
strain against her bra.  "For example,  if I  were  to  squeeze  this
nipple now, Clarissa would hurt, but in 20 minutes or so, it might be
the sensation that brings her over the edge."
    Clarissa's hands   remained   busy   throughout  this  exchange,
unbuckling Alex's belt and pants. She gave a pull, and the pants fell
to the floor.  A small step, and Alex was freed from their restraint.
But much to Clarissa's surprise, Alex was as flaccid as Herman.
    "Gee, I've  never  seen  you soft BEFORE you cum." Alex seemed a
bit embarrassed, and muttered something about being nervous about the
whole thing.
    Herman said "Why are  you  nervous?  There's  nothing  to  worry
about,  it's just your career and future riding on this performance."
    "Thanks", Alex replied.  Realizing that something had to be done
about  this,  Clarissa grasped Alex's member in one hand and start to
kiss the head.  A little gentle sucking, and she could feel him start
to rise.
    "Not too nervous, I see". As he started to rise, in little jerks
timed  to  his  pulse,  she  realized  that  going too far could be a
mistake.  After all,  if Alex came before Herman got it up, they were

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both sunk.  So she raised her head, only to have her train of thought
interrupted by Herman.
   "Come on! Stick it in already!".
   "Chill!" said Alex.  "I'm not ready,  and neither is she.  First,
Clarissa has to be warmed up.  Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?" A
short pause ensued,  while Alex and Clarissa kissed for a bit, paying
special attention to tongue and mouth games.  Then, "Say, you do know
enough about female anatomy to follow  what  we're  about  to  do?  I
thought  not.  Clarissa,  sit  on the table please." So she jumped up
onto the table.  "Spread your legs and face Herman so we can show him
what's  going  on."  Not unreluctantly she exposed herself to Herman,
and by the look on his face she knew he'd never had a good look  at a
woman's crotch before. Alex sat next to her, took his right hand, and
spread her nether lips apart.
    "This, Herman,  is  the gateway to mutual pleasure.  As I'm sure
even you know,  this is a vagina" he said  as  he  apparently  absent
mindedly  stroked  my  slit.  Try  as  she may she could not stop the
shudder that began in her cunt from overtaking the rest of  her body.
#1 did not go unnoticed by Herman.
    Taking a quick glance she noticed that although his  right  hand
still   had   not   penetrated  his  boxers,  there  was  a  definite
pertrubance.  Encouraged,  she gave him a little wiggle and  a  wink.
Being watched was a definite turn on!
    Alex too was warming up to the subject. In his most professorial
voice  he again addressed Herman.  "And this",  teasing her clit with
his other hand,  "is a clit-- possibly the most sensitive part  of  a
woman's body." As if on cue,  when he touched it, she began to writhe
and feel another tingle of more promising things to cum. "You can rub
it,  and lick it,  and suck it" he said, and continuing the sentence,
Clarissa added "and it feels GOOD".
   "Notice also", the professorial voice continued, "This area below
the slit, sometimes called a 'taint (as it 'taint pussy, 'taint ass).
Very sensitive on some women, including our lovely model here."
    To add video to the audio part of  his  lecture  Alex  began  to
illustrate these three techniques. With a long lick, he started above
her clit and slid all the way down her slit.  He repeated this a  few
times, burrowing his tongue a bit deeper into her hole and stopping a
bit lower each time.  After her whole crotch was  cleaned,  and  Alex
took  a  nibble  of  her 'taint.  His mouth then moved back up to her
clit,  brushing it back and forth with his tongue,  while one  finger
burrowed  deep into her and started to rub the magic spot inside, and
another lightly caressed her pucker hole.  In  retaliation,  she  got
some  spit  on  a finger and started to play with Alex's hole.  Until
this point,  she had remained fairly silent (for Clarissa, at least),
but  the combination of tongue and fingers reached the point that she
could bear it no longer and she screamed.
    Perhaps it was a flashback to the TV repair man, but Herman came
running over and began to gently caress her breasts.  His gesture was
sweet, but what she wanted at that moment was a big hard cock filling
her void.
    Muttering something  about  how  that  was not part of the deal,
Alex gave Herman a rather rude shove.  If reason had ruled at all  in
this  venture,  it  would probably not have taken place.  But at this
point at least two of the  three  participants  were  well  into  the
advanced throes of passion, and the third was at least confused.
    "Well Herman,  I see we're starting to have some effect on  you"
Alex said as he repositioned himself. Taking a nipple into his mouth,
he started to work his rigid rod into  her  longing  hole.  Literally
blinded by passion, her arm flew out and hit Herman on the belly. She

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was about to mumble an apology (she was a well trained  child),  when
her  hand slipped down to rest on his now nearly erect member. Herman
grunted.  Without too much thought,  she dragged Herman by his handle
so  that  he was standing near her head.  When she turned,  his balls
were at table height,  so she started to lick  them.  Herman  moaned.
Alex  was  pumping away full blast,  long strokes that ended with his
dick buried deep in he twat,  while one  hand  rubbed  her  clit  and
another rubbed her ass.  What could be better? And then she knew. She
grabbed Herman's shaft and sucked his head into her mouth. Her second
orgasm found her with Alex's dick clamped in her cunt,  his pinkie in
her butt,  and her hand  around  Herman's  dick.  She  could  control
neither  her  moans nor her drooling as she tasted a drop of Herman's
precum.  Alex, realizing that they had 'won', started to pump so fast
it  felt  like  a  powerful  vibrator,  and  her next orgasm was soon
followed by a fourth.  Herman was rocking his hips so furiously  that
his cock slid effortlessly back and forth in her spit soaked hand and
mouth.  As he bent down to suck my free tittie, he murmured something
like  "Now  I  see,  Mommy." With a much less intelligible cry coming
from Alex,  she could feel him shooting his hot load deep inside  her
at the same time as she tasted Herman's jism shoot into her mouth.

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