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I teach anatomy to medical students and nurses. Although I have never tried to seduce a student, I often have fantasized about making love to one or more of my students. The following is a story based on that fantasy.

I hear a knock on my office door. As I open the door I am greeted by the sight of two sensuous students, Tina and Linda. Tina is a brunette with large, dark, inviting eyes. She has a slender figure, with small, firm breasts, a tiny waist, and a nicely rounded ass. Linda is a voluptuous blond. She has a beautiful face, framed by long blond hair. Her figure flows from her abundant mammaries, to a slender waist and then expands into her full, round ass. Both these freshman nursing students really fill out their student nurse uniforms. They both are freshman nursing students in my anatomy class. Unfortunately, neither of them are doing well in the class. I do welcome their presence in lecture, because they wear short skirts to class. Since the lectures are given in a large amphitheater and these two do not keep their legs together, I have a very nice view of their crotch all during class. I often have thought about screwing these two, but no opportunity has presented itself. That is until now.

“Hello Tina and Linda, What can I do for you?”

“Professor, we know that we are failing anatomy. We want to know if there is anything we can do to improve our grade in your course. Perhaps you could give us some special tutoring.”

“Well Tina, I think that special tutoring sessions can be arranged. After all, its still early in the semester so you both still have time to raise your grade. Both of you come into my office and sit down.”

As I begin my tutoring session, I explain to the girls that they must come in twice a week for the remainder of the semester to pass the course. They quickly agree. I ask them some questions to break the ice:

“Tell me girls, how old are you?”

Tina replies, “I’m 18.”

“Me too,” adds Linda.

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Kate and Linda spent a quiet few weeks reliving their recent adventures. Nothing too exciting happened to either of them, since, in real life, sexual escapades tend to run in cycles. You have a great couple of weeks, then a few barren ones. Then things start to perk up again. Kate was looking forward to the upcoming Halloween holiday, she loved dressing up in sexy exotic costumes and wandering the neighborhood, watching the children run shrieking from house to house. She wondered if any of the neighbors realized that the woman dressed in the micro-skirt, tall stiletto heels and heavy makeup was their neighbor Kate. She even talked Linda into going out with her that evening. Kate’s husband was out of town on a business trip for several days, and Linda’s mate went across town to play poker with some buddies. Once again, the ladies who loved cum were on their own.

“Lin, I just know you’ll love this - it’s so much fun to walk around the neighborhood all dressed up and seeing people’s reactions to us. They’ll never know its us!”

“I hope you’re right, hon, if this gets around Roger’ll kill me!” her friend responded, only slightly humorously. The ladies spent the afternoon before Halloween night getting their hair and fingernails done, both of them luxuriating in the splendor of the salon they went to. Their every need was catered to as they sipped champagne and strawberries. Linda, on a dare, even had the young beauty parlor girl trim her pubic hair back, until just a small patch wove it’s way on top of her mound, and her pussy lips were completely bared. Linda allowed herself a mini-orgasm as the cute young girl carefully trimmed and shaved her sexual regions. The girl was not as embarrassed as Linda might have thought - as she finished, she leaned forward and gave Linda’s crotch a loving swipe with her tongue, pausing to diddle her clit just long enough to let Linda know that she was turned on herself. Linda picked up her head between her hands and kissed her warmly.

The ladies anxiously awaited nightfall. In their part of the country, the sun set quickly, and the night, though seasonally cool, was not at all unpleasant. Kate was wearing a very short, tight skirt that rode far up her thighs, a tiny cotton halter top, and high red heels with stockings. The tops of the stockings just barely hid beneath the hem of the skirt, and if Kate bent down or sat, a nice expanse of creamy thigh was exposed, under the sensuous red garter strap. She loved dressing like that. Linda wore short shorts that seemed painted on her trim buns, and spent several minutes trimming the crotch up until her panties almost peeked through the seams. A lacy, almost see-through blouse and a black lace bra completed the outfit. Linda purposely wore the dark bra under the white blouse, so that interested viewers could see exactly what she was so proud of. Her legs were bare, but she also wore heels, though not so high as Kate’s.

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The skinny girl, the one with the bony hips and the tits that looked like they got stuck on afterwards with modeling clay, just read you a list of your faults - I mean, like a list written on one of those long sheets of yellow paper with the blue and red lines for Pete’s sake - and you tell her to go to hell, as politely as possible. And as you walk down her stairway and out her front walk and start up your car, you realize that the big girl you met at your old friend Fred’s the other night, the one with the incredible green eyes and the big bouncy boobs and the little green shoes that looked like slippers, has been walking around in your brain, and now and then one of those little green shoes twangs the nerve that runs from your head to your dick. Laurie. Like a damn fool you didn’t get her phone number.

On the way home you drop by Fred’s place. Fred looks like a large bear. His house looks like where you’d expect a large bear to live. Stringy furniture. Not very much light. Books everywhere. Longnecks empty of home brew. Peanut shells on the floor (or are they acorn hulls?). Fred must have one of every computer Apple ever made. He does something with cars and computers for a living. You and Fred pop a couple of home brews. They say PHREDZ BIG BEAR BRAU in sort of fake German letters, done with a computer. You never forget your first Phredz. If you survive it, anyhow. “Yeah, Laurie’s something else. Teaches high school. Phone number.” He does something with a computer and her name and address and phone number eventually pop up on a screen. While the computer disks whir, your mind wanders back to Fred’s party the other night. Fred loves to roll back the peanut shells and turn on the old time rock and roll. You boogied with Laurie and watched her feet move in those little green shoes that looked like slippers. She wore a soft purple sweater and when her huge boobs bounced to the music her big nipples showed right through her bra and poked the backs of your hands. The skinny girl glared. The backs of your hands are still burning.

The computer prints out Laurie’s address and phone number. You gulp down the rest of the longneck. You go home and call Laurie. You feel like a high school kid. Even her voice has big boobs. Sure she’d like to have dinner at your place tomorrow evening. Her voice bounces “bye” and you put the phone down not quite believing it. You’ve got a date with Laurie. You fall into bed worn out. Suddenly your dick’s as hard as the nozzle on a fire hose. You think about those crazy nipples on the backs of your hands and you cry out “Laurie, Laurie, Laurie” when you cum. That’s all you remember.

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Sarah dressed as the doctor left the room. She couldn’t believe it! That bikini shoot in Malaysia had given her a rare tropical disease. At first she was afraid she would die from it, but the doctor said it was easily curable, but when he told her the cure and it’s side effects, she wished she could die. The cure was simple enough. A small incision into her neck and remove the infected portion of her pituitary gland and she would be almost as good as new. The ‘almost’ part was the killer. With part of the gland missing, her metabolism would slow down and she would gain weight — A LOT of weight. This wouldn’t do for a model. Actually, she was now a former model since the medication had already put 13 pounds on her. She rubbed the soft belly that had once rippled with muscle. The surgery was tomorrow. Soon this barely noticeable tummy would balloon into a basketball of pure flab. A tear slid down her cheek.

Sarah came to a groggy consciousness after the surgery. She could feel the bandage on her neck. Oh no! as groggy as she was, just moments after major surgery, she was hungry! RAVENOUSLY HUNGRY! Sarah stayed in the hospital for only 2 days. As expected her metabolic rate was slowing rapidly. She found she was sleeping more, but also she had this delightful feeling of peace, and inner calmness she hadn’t known since she was 13 and had begun her career as a model. She went home concerned, but oddly hopeful of her future. She was glad to be off the medication but she had still put on 5 more pounds in the 2 days since the surgery. Her clothes were tight; too tight. On the way home she stopped in a mall to get some new things. Sarah was shocked. The only things that fit were size 8! She had been a petite 6 only a month before! Even more surprising was the fact her bra was now too small. She needed a 36B. The off the rack clothes and the added fullness in her hips, chest and face totally changed her look. She was still pretty, of course, even beautiful, but that ’something special,’ call it glamour, that makes a top model was gone. In an instant, she knew what she had to do. She went to a beauty shop and had her hair re-styled and returned to its natural color. The effect was astonishing. Gone was Sarah Lane, model. In her place was Ann DeMarco, her real name.

It felt good to be Ann again. Her last stop was the supermarket. She filled her kitchen with all of the sights and smells of an Italian kitchen, that she had known and loved since she was a child. She prepared Veal Picante with pasta she made herself. The meal was a transitional experience for her. She had no financial worries, she had only had this lose of power that came with leaving modeling, but she would find a new way — a new life that would be more fulfilling than the old one. She looked around. This was a big house and she was determined to fill it with love and children.

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My wife Teri and I have a game going between us. She teases me with her sexy body and the sheer animal lust builds up inside of me. I hold out as long as possible, until I can’t stand it any more and I have to have her! Pretty fun game, huh? It can lead to some quite interesting (and wild) events.

A few nights ago she and I were playing a game of Scrabble. Sometime during the game she got up and left the room (”to use the restroom,” she said), and when she came back, she was wearing extremely revealing negligee. We managed to play a few more turns as my foot explored her sexy legs and body under the table, and my cock throbbed and threatened to bust out of my shorts like the Incredible Hulk. Then she jumped up, laughing, and ran out of the room. Oh was I horny!

I got up, grabbed the bowl of popcorn that was sitting next to the Scrabble board, and headed after her. “I’M COMING FOR YOU!!!” I yelled. “I’M GONNA RIP ALL YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND EAT YOU UP!!!” I could hear her shout from the bedroom, “Eeeeek!! A rapist cannibal!”

My dick was pointing straight out, leading the way down the hall. When I entered the bedroom, I saw her knockout body lying on the bed. She’d removed her bra and pulled on one of my old T-shirts.

“Here I come,” I whispered, and made drooling sounds like some sex maniac who’d broken into the house. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, saying “no, please, don’t hurt me, don’t eat me, I’ll do anything, please…” Her body writhed and undulated, the large breasts jiggling and moving back and forth underneath the T-shirt. I set the popcorn bowl on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to her. My hands went out and landed on each side of her body. “No please don’t hurt me don’t eat me I’ll do anything don’t kill me” she whispered. Her boobs continued to wiggle and jiggle intoxicatingly, and my hands headed that way of their own volition. They came to her breasts and squeezed. “Ooooooh!” she moaned, as her whole body seemed to spasm in response to the feel of my clutching hands. That darn T-shirt was hiding those beautiful boobs, her delicious body. I had to look at it, feel it, lick it, kiss it! My hands slid down to the bottom front of the shirt, and took firm hold. Muscles flexing, fueled by intense horniness, my arms pulled my hands away from each other…

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