Sunday Scholarship

"I'll help. I was a lower division Physiology major before switching to Business. But first I wanta get your scratches healthy, feed you, then... ".

"Don't waste your time, Rosemary." I'd been taught by my WASP parents never to accept a person's largesse...particularly that of a woman.

She raised to her full height of 5'2" immediately, grabbed her bag, and walked inside the bedroom. "Come here, you big dummy," she barked. "You mean to tell me that the only way you'll listen to me is if I act like your kick-ass boss? Can't you accept that I might...likeyou a little bit?" With that she hugged me, hard. Her cheek pressed against my naked chest and she murmured, "Gawd...damn, you smell good. C'mon. Strip...put on a towel if you want...and lemme look at those scratches again."

In the bathroom I left my shorts, my briefs, and draped a towel around my middle. I rubbed my jaw and wished that I'd shaved, then looked at my watch. Shit! Nine o'clock, and I hadn't eaten or started studying yet! Back in the bedroom I got more orders.

"On your belly! Your back and buns are the worst, and hardest for you to get at." I flopped down, Rosemary straddled my thighs, and began her mission of mercy. I groaned as she applied alcohol to the wounds with cotton balls, and listened to her appraisal of her former college roommate. "That bitch!" she'd mutter, when I grunted from an especially sharp shard of pain. "That cunt!" But soon I stopped my gritty gasps and relaxed, lulled by the soothing feel of her healing touches.

I hardly noticed when she loosened the towel from my waist to reveal my naked butt and began soothing the gouges there, first with alcohol, then ointment. I'd nearly fallen asleep when she suddenly leaned down and kissed me on one bun, then the other. I opened my eyes, then closed them again, satisfied that this angel of mercy had my best interests at heart. "Feels really good, Rosemary," I murmured, lapsing into a dreamlike state.

She just mewled in response as I felt a small hand on each cheek of my ass, massaging deeply, then pulling them apart. I tightened my muscles reflexively, ashamed that this lovely woman was peering at what I assumed was the worst example of a hairy, obnoxious exit for the body's waste. Of course, I'd never seen it, so my assumption was non-empirical. At that moment to her, though, she treated it like an éclair, as I felt her lean down – for one tantalizing moment – and bathe it with her hot breath. Then, with no hesitation, she ran her tongue up my crack, from my balls to my coccix. Then, almost for good measure and to prove to me that her action wasn't a misplaced lingual venture, she did it twice more, murmuring, "I'm gonna get real used to that, baby."

"Jeezus...I hope you do," I gasped, not knowing what else to say, with my cock now throbbing into the terrycloth towel.

"I have a confession to make," she said, as her hands now kneaded my back from my shoulders to upper thighs. "I sent you to Betty's yesterday...knowing she'd fuck you. I had no idea, though – God is my witness – that she'd chew you up this way. I just wanted to get an advance report on you. I'm so sorry you were hurt by my misjudgment."

"S'okay, Rosemary," I mumbled into my pillow. "The perils of being a delivery guy," I chortled, glibly.

"Yeah?" she asked. "Well, boss Bob and I have plans for you, delivery guy. You're gonna spend a lot more time behind the prescription counter...and I'm not gonna have you fuckin' any more of our customers." I froze at the resolve in her voice, but was heartened when she leaned down and kissed me behind the ear. Was that her bare breasts I felt on my back? I wondered. "Turn over, sweetness, an' I'll do your front," she cooed.

I did so quickly and – sure enough – she'd unbuttoned the bodice of her dress to reveal her full, tight tits, unfettered by a bra. I cupped them lovingly in each palm and hardened their nipples quickly with soft twists of fingers and thumbs. She gasped, closed her eyes, and with trembling hands unbuttoned the rest of her dress down its front. Her taut, flat tummy, whose muscles had pulled a huge load from my balls the previous night on her desk, trembled with shy anticipation. Below it, her black bush was slightly parted at its base as her labia oozed onto my thighs. "No underwear this morning?" I asked. "I know it's Spring, and awfully warm, but...".

"Oh, shut up, you arrogant kid!" she said, acknowledging my humor. "You don't know what it's like to be a horny old married lady!" And with that she stripped the towel from between us and fell onto me, kissing me all over my face and squishing her pillowy breasts onto me. "I don't wanna wait, honey. Later for the scratches. Later for brunch. Later for studying. Let's just fuck! Please!" she begged, as I reached to position her. "Ohh...Glennnn!" she cried, as I slid deeply into her wetness.

"Nnnngghh!" I grunted as my hands went immediately to her waist, emulating the grip I'd had on her momentarily the night before. Her eyes opened large and round as I pulled her down onto my tumescence. She'd been ready...probably since walking in the front door. She was hot and soaking. She was quivering, alive inside, and gripped me as she moaned, her eyes narrowed, until her rhythm evened. "Oohh, yeah!" I grunted triumphantly, with all the eloquence of a modern-day porn star. Her luscious alabaster saddle plopped noisily against mine as she hoisted herself off me repeatedly and dropped down the full length of my meat.

"Ohh...sweetie...I wanna doeverythingwith yoou! Taste you, eat you, swallow you. I wanna get sodirty!" she whispered in my ear in a throaty rasp. "Will ya' let me?" she asked, looking through slits into my eyes as she licked at my lips.

"What did ya' have in my mind?" I asked, deadpan, curious to see her imagination at work.

She hesitated a moment, then rose up, saying, "Let's start with this!" and pivoted on my cock, 180 degrees, to face my feet. Grabbing my shins, she started a forward and backward movement, giving me a perfect view of her swollen labia as they slid the full length of my member. Looking back at me over one shoulder, she asked, "See how your big cock fills me up? See how my pussy is just lovin' it? Oh...you're so deeep...so deeep!" Itwasa fascinating sight. Her bright pink lips clung to my shaft, coating it on each thrust with her clear, off-white, syrup that gathered around my root in a froth. I reached down with both index fingers and softly stroked her stretched flesh on each side of my thick, tan shaft, as its bulbous crown and thick veins slipped lovingly into her opening. "Ohhh...Glennn...that's...sooo...sexyyy!" she whined at my touch. I wiped her dainty, winking, anus with her nectar, spreading it liberally over the little rose-colored star, which caused her to mewl in her throat, then murmur, "Yesss...babyyy...inside...put it insiiide!" One finger went inside, slowly, then she gasped, "Another...honeyyy! Use anotherrr!"

I couldn't believe what she was asking me to do. I'd never felt the soft, spongy lining ofanyrectum, let alone that of a woman I was fucking. "Like that?" I asked, innocently, worming both fingers into her as she exhaled in deep grunts. "Do you like it like that?" I asked again, burrowing both digits to the limit in her clenching anus.

"Aaagghh...yeeaahh!...yeeaahh! Oohh...I'm...gonna...cummm...so haaard!" she bleated, as I felt her vagina tighten on my slick probe. "Unh-unhh-unhh-uunnhhh...ye'...yea'...yeah...yeah! Aagghh, Gaawwd, Gle'...it's now! Now! Now! Nooowww!" she yelled while plunging backward onto me. Her head lolled down from her shoulders as I felt her contractions begin, then she snapped it upright and began baying at the ceiling as her climax overtook her. She whimpered out-of-control for a full minute, sounding almost like a woman being beaten, as her vagina locked onto me at full depth. Her magnificent ass trembled as her paroxysms shook her for another minute, then she collapsed between my legs, twitching every few seconds as she mewled into the sheets.

We lay there for a couple of minutes, with me still erect and embedded in her, until she raised herself off me with a moan and turned around to face me, straddling my legs. My wet cock had slapped back against my belly and, still panting, she reached down with both of her small hands and started stroking me with her soft fingers. Her eyes were glazed as she then leaned down and curled her tongue around my pulsing glans, then – quickly – sank her mouth onto me with a sudden gulp. Taking me as deeply as she could, her fingers moved in tandem with her sucking lips, so that every inch of my cock met some portion of her velvet flesh. Each time she reached her limit she moaned and gulped...moaned and gulped, maintaining a slow pace and pressure that caused a tingling in my toes. The rhythm was even. It was maddening. It was heavenly, and soon the tingles spread up to my calves, then my thighs, until I felt the first pulse of cum leave my balls. Tasting it, she opened her eyes widely to look into mine, and sped up her vacuuming, squeezing pace. I yelled perhaps a dozen times as my load coursed upward into her mouth, with her moaning and swallowing. She sucked and swallowed nearly until my balls hurt from the pressure. After my knotted muscles relaxed, I realized that I'd never before felt so empty of seed. I whimpered, much like she had at the end of her orgasm, as her gripping fingers suddenly relaxed and she lay her head down on my belly, giving little kisses to my softening cock.

I awoke from our slumber first, and looked down to see Rosemary breathing deeply in sleep. Onto my stomach she was drooling a mixture of saliva and spunk from between her bow-like lips. I moved slightly and she roused, looked up at me, saying, "Mmmm, believe it or not, I've never let anyone cum in my mouth. Never swallowed jizzum before, either." Ididfind it hard to believe, and hoped that her initial experience would be the first of many.

"How 'bout some nourishment, honey? Why don't you shower while I make you a big omelet? I also wanna brush my teeth, 'cause my mouth tastes like both of us...not that I'm complaining. Can I borrow a robe?" she asked.

I handed her my old tartan plaid bathrobe and she slipped it on. It was so large that she swam in it, needing to roll the sleeves up over her tiny wrists. But, damn! she looked sexy, with it drawn tightly around her tiny waist. I started to grab for her but she gently held me at bay to my groaning protests. My cock had started to rise again, but she pushed me with comic difficulty into the bathroom. As I showered I mulled over in my mind how marvelous life's surprises can be, and had to forestall the temptation to masturbate. Drying off, I slipped into a pair of khaki shorts...the extent of my Sunday uniform.

"I'm out here!" Rosemary called from the kitchen, as I heard chopping and smelled garlic cooking in butter. "You read and I'll bring it in when it's ready!" As always, I did what the boss told me to do. But rather than sit at my desk, I returned to the bedroom and lounged on the lumpy mattress. Emboldened by the previous two hours, I wanted my Sunday to be a mix of business and pleasure.

The omelet was fantastic. Sharp cheddar, mushrooms, tarragon, sour cream and chives, topped with tablespoons of caviar. Sourdough toast and orange juice completed the brunch. Rosemary sat next to me with legs curled to one side, her luscious thighs displayed through my open robe, and told me more about herself as I ate. She was Irish Catholic. Her firefighter husband worked a non-stop 40-hour shift, then spent the rest of the week at a small marina business on the river delta in which he was a partner. They rarely saw one another and, when they did, he was usually drunk. They'd given up having sex a few years before, having been told that she was barren. Yet, she refused to divorce him, maintaining the contradictory orthodox position of staying with her spouse, who'd been repeatedly unfaithful to her. She took Confession in church regularly, and admitted that she prayed for her mate constantly.

I'd laid my empty plate next to her and, when she'd finished her story, I reached for her, running one hand inside the robe to caress a breast, then moving it down across her tummy to her bush, which was either still moist, or she'd again become excited. She closed her eyes briefly and moaned, seeming to debate with herself whether to succumb to my overture. After a few seconds she said, "C'mon, doctor-to-be, you need to study...and I need to clean up the kitchen." She grabbed the plate and was gone, leaving me to my Anatomy textbook. I heard kitchen sounds for the next many minutes as I focused on definitions of female body parts. At the end of the chapter I laid the book down and, on impulse, rose to join her in the kitchen.

At the doorway she hadn't heard me, since she was cleaning my dirty sink. I tiptoed up behind her and placed my hands on her breasts. She jumped, startled, then leaned her head back against my chest and relaxed, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. My hands crept under the robe and toyed with her nipples, causing her to moan. "You said you wanted to get dirty," I muttered in her ear, opening the robe and running my fingers down past her waist to stroke her vulva. "Is this a bad time?"

"Ohhh...Glen...you're such a naughty boy!" she whispered. "Anytime is a bad time...that's what makes it so dirty!" she whined, spinning around and kissing me deeply. She tasted wonderful – much better than I, I thought – and showed no bashfulness as she peeled open the robe and pressed her naked body to mine. Her hands wrestled my shorts loose and they fell to the floor. Her eyes plead with mine as she whimpered, "Please take me here...right here...from behind," and walked to a short, metal stepladder I use to access high, upper cabinets. Taking one step up, she wiggled her tempting ass at me and said, "Gawd, I want you so bad! It's so goood! Please hold me real tight, baby, an' fuck me! Fuck me!...Ohh, Glennn! Aaawwgghh!"

Her invitation had not fallen on deaf ears. My cock was like smooth steel as it slipped into her slick pussy from behind. My hands found their natural position at the flare of her hips as I pulled her onto me, causing her to resume her moaning of an hour and more before. I gored her this time, though, twisting my hips so that my rod punished her continually, bringing a sadistic measure of delight to our mating. We grunted, we thrashed, we slapped against one another as if it had been our first time, all the while her voice echoed through the old apartment with bestial paeans of, "Yesss! Harderrr! Fuuuck me...harderrr!" until she climaxed, which nearly peeled the faded, cream-colored paint from the walls. Then, as she was coming down, she frantically grabbed for the cube of butter left over from the omelet. Close by her on the sink board, she dug a blob of the softened mass onto her fingers and reached back, smearing it all over her rectum. "Fuck my ass, honey. Please! I want you...there too! Hard!" I obliged her, feeling incredibly beastly as I performed my first act of anal intercourse, and she shrieked out the sweetest, submissive surrender I'd ever heard. "Yesssss! Take allll...of meeee...loverrrr!"

I rode her until I could no more. That was just about the time a grad student neighbor of mine, pounding on the walls in the next apartment, heard me shout as I spilled my load into Rosemary's ass. I answered his pounding with deep guttural growls of completion from my own lungs. Rosemary, in turn, mewled through our sodomy until I'd stopped pulsing and shuddering. Then, in a workmanlike way, she reached for a dishrag, wet it with warm water, knelt and washed down my groin with the tenderest of touches. "You were wonderful, sweet one. I've never done that before...and you were amazing." While she stood to wash out the rag, a rivulet of my cum ran down her inner thigh from the deeply set crack bisecting her high, round bottom.

The next three to four hours found us on the bed, naked, with my boss helping me memorize descriptions of human anatomical parts. Each time I wanted to take a break – given my high hormone level and her tempting body – she'd roll away from me, still grasping my textbook. "Show some discipline, Glen," she'd admonish. "Other than hands-on practice, most medical practice relies on pure memory work. And I've decided that I'm gonna help you ace your exams...for a price. With me behind you as your tutor and lover, you'd have to be an idiot not to get into med school."

So, she became my tutor that afternoon – the first of perhaps a hundred afternoons – drilling me until my brain overflowed with details. At about 4 p.m., as she lay on her back checking my responses to her questions in the textbook, I was standing at the end of my bed, my hands gripping the iron rungs that formed its foot board. Her closed legs were drawn up at her knees, revealing nothing of the treasure between them. I'd had two more cups of coffee, which had reacted with the residual Dexedrine in my system, and I was tense...feeling hyperactive. And my mind was super-sharp. I felt prepared...in Anatomy, anyway.

Suddenly, she closed the book with apop!and threw it across the bed. "Verrry good!" she exclaimed. "You've earned a break!" and lowered one leg, spreading it slightly from its twin to show me the pinkness that peaked through her dark pubic batch. She raised both of her arms to me and said, "C'mere, young man. Let's have a lab demonstration of human reproduction!" I nearly flew over the bed at her, inviting a delighted yelp as her thighs spread widely to accept my anxious loins, from which grew my hardening cock. "Mmmm, okaaay, hot stuff!" she murmured, between sloppy wet tonguings into my mouth as I held her nestled in my arms. "You wanna do me? I wantcha' to! I wanna feel you splash inta' me. Gawd, you're hard already!" she gasped, looking up at me through dark blue slits. "C'mon darlin'...c'mon...gimme your cum! Ooohhh, shiiit!"

I'd slammed my cock balls-deep into her, probably bruising her cervix. But it hardly mattered, since we'd both gone insane with lust. Our thrashing bodies flew at each other in a blur, and our mouths voiced on one hand the most vile entreaties imaginable, and on the other the most pleading gasps of tenderness possible when two people are in rut. Our flesh seared, and I was like iron. She was like the wettest of velvet, clutching at me continually as we finally settled into a rhythm that caused one, two, then three orgasms in her. We must have fucked for an hour; then I felt my stomach muscles knot up. I slowed and began to groan, feeling the beginnings of a cramp.

"Easy, sweetie. Easy. Just look into my eyes, let me kiss you, and relax. Let it all come out. Let Rosie take care of you!"

As always, I did as she said, and soon felt myself pouring into the boiling cauldron of her pussy. As I shot gout after gout into her, she wrapped her strong calves around my butt, pulling from me the last vestiges of the day's seed as I whimpered boyishly. In retrospect, that – and the two-hour afterglow, during which we ate a cold chicken dinner – was among the sweetest experiences of my life. When she left in the evening to take Confession at St. Vincent's, I was stricken by a feeling of loneliness that I'd never before felt.

Part 4

Rosemarydidtake care of me. For the next two years – until I graduatedcum laudefrom the university – aside from her tutoring me each Sunday, our schedules at the store were identical, which were embellished with countless, imaginative after-hours trysts. Needless to say, my salary jumped substantially and I no longer made prescription deliveries. We were able to keep our regular sex life a secret as well – through her phenomenal management ability. She'd spread the rumor that I had a new girlfriend, which finally discouraged even Bob-the-owner's wife, Barbara, who'd ultimately made a fool of herself with me one evening as she tried grappling with me in the attic storeroom. I'd escaped her frantic clutches, though didn't really want to – pleading faithfulness to my girlfriend – without insulting her. At employee holiday parties, when I normally would have been Arlene's escort because her husband always seemed to be "out of town," I was invariably seated next to Rosemary at the dinner table. She was shrewd, she was controlling, she was magnificent. I'd never before felt so...socoached, so supported, and so profoundly sexually satisfied.