She Shocked Me

She Shocked Me

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sometimes you will never know what you are getting into until it all plays out. The "librarian" helps a male college student with research.

Summary

Sometimes you will never know what you are getting into until it all plays out. The "librarian" helps a male college student with research.

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Submitted: August 04, 2017

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Submitted: August 04, 2017

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My first time in college was not a glorious pursuit of academics. In fact I was an average student that was just dragging on with no particular idea of what I wanted to be or what I wanted to do.

My haven was my fraternity where I majored in pinochle, parties, and pussy.

We played a never ending game of pinochle in the chapter room when we weren’t in class. Many times some players decided that on any given day they would keep playing because their instructor or professor didn’t take role.

Parties were a given any Friday or Saturday night. The Friday night “keggers” were based on the principle that any female could come in free while any visiting male not in our fraternity had to pay $2.00.

The Saturday parties were reserved for the brothers, the pledges, their girlfriends, and of course any female could come in free. Usually we had a local band for these nights.

It was fun getting a beer buzz, dancing with different girls until we found one we liked and could ask if they would like to go upstairs to rest, makeout, or just talk.

More often then not a pairing would occur because we saw something or nothing between each other and we would both try to get to first base, second base, third base, and even a home run. Just making out and French kissing with a girl on your lap grinding away was close enough to heaven to make us both keep going back for more.

I met Diane in the middle of the fall semester and had an interest in her that made me request she come back again and again to our parties. In our hugging and kissing I found out that she was a librarian, had a degree, and was 2 years older the me. She was more thin then fat with great legs, white blonde hair, and amazing stamina while dancing. The only problem I had was I couldn’t fondle her boobs, pussy, or ass. She was so good at roping in my hands trying to grope her body that she was better then a policeman putting on handcuffs on my wrists.

I was soon getting tired of not getting very far with her when she asked me to visit her in the library on campus. She said that she wanted to show me something and I agreed to meet her the following Tuesday afternoon after my last class.

She said, “Show up on the third floor in the behavioral science section”

I was puzzled but she then gave me the best kiss she had, kneeling on my lap, with one hand down in my crotch.

Before I could get my hands anywhere on her she jumped off and said, “See you Tuesday sugar,” and skipped out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door.

She startled me with this unexpected tantalizing action. A totally different Diane to me!  What was going on? All weekend I kept thinking back to that evening and what happened.

Tuesday afternoon came soon enough and I headed east to the University library. I checked in with my identification and climbed the stairs to the third floor. At the information desk I asked for directions to the behavioral science department. It was down a hall, take a right, pass three doors, and turn left.

Following the directions I noted the glass door, “Behavioral Science.” I was there.

I opened the door and saw aisles of books and several desks where students were working with piles of books placed around them. Off in a corner I saw Diane, now wearing glasses waving me over to a desk away from the other reseachers.

“So glad you made it,” she said.

“So what did you bring me here for?” I asked. “A little tete-a-tete behind the book stacks?”

“Not exactly,” she said. “I remember you telling me that your brother has a PHD in chemical engineering and I really wanted to know how you matched him mentally.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have the most up to date IQ test in the United States,” she said. “I want you to take it!”

I was about to walk out the door when she said, “If you do well enough, I am going to really make it worth your time.” She smiled, stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her lips.

I went back and took the test. Much of it was written, some of it was comparative conjecture, and the last part she gave to me orally asking me why I answered questions the way that I did.

“Give me your phone number and I’ll take you to the next step,” she said. When I wrote it down she pulled me behind a stack of books and we kissed for a minute before she pushed me away. “See you soon.”

It wasn’t two days later that I got a call at my fraternity house from Diane.

“You did great on the test, I want you to meet me at my apartment tonight at 6PM, on the dot!” She gave me an address only 3 blocks away.

“You got it,” I said.

I was really aroused, but at the same time I was curious about the IQ test, the hot and cold nature of Diane, and what was going to happen next.

At 6PM I was knocking on her door and there was Diane, not wearing a blouse or a bra. Her tits were perfect for her body and the nipples were a softer skin hue only blondes can have. Below she was wearing pantie-hose and nothing else.

“Come on in big boy, you ready for your surprise?”

This seemed too good to be true and I was game for anything.

“We are going to make love and you are going to be paid for it,” she began as we sat down on a sofa. “Your IQ test showed you have an IQ of about 135 with a particular aptitude in technology and engineering.”

I only nodded and I looked up and down her body and into her eyes.

“You are also six feet, three inches tall, about 190 pounds, blondish hair, green eyes, caucasian and have a brother and a sister.

“So what does that mean?” I asked.

“It means that someone wants you to be their sperm donor,” she whispered in my ear.

“And what about you and me?” I asked.

“Only this one time, you wearing a special rubber, and you fucking me the way I want you to, plus $100 up front.” she whispered as she started rubbing my leg.

“Who are you really Diane? I asked.

“I’m a sperm collector for a private company that looks for special candidates selected for the potential parents. For some reason or another this male has lazy sperm, no sperm, or had an accident that makes conception impossible. I will collect your sperm, pay you, and send it off to impregnate his spouse. If your sperm is viable, you get a bonus of $150.”

I was absorbing all of this when Diane put a contract on the coffee table and asked me to sign. The contract was a vow of silence and a promise to never see or look for her again, never try to find the prospective parents that would get my sperm. It also stated that if the offspring desired, in 18 years the court records could be opened. It was legally binding for thirty years.

“Just think,” she said. “You are doing someone a great favor and you’ll have your cake and eat it too, if you know what I mean.”

This philosophy, her almost naked, me horny and I felt like I had no choice but to sign.

We walked into her bedroom where there was a beautiful queen bed with fresh sheets and low music.

She undressed me slowly and took my cock in between her two hands and rolled it like pizza dough. Rolling it fast, then slow, then at the top, then at the bottom. When she saw that I was near the point of no return she pulled off her pantie-hose and I had my first good look at her pussy.

We started kissing and I put my hand in her slit, slowly rubbing and finding her clitoris. I kissed her breasts, behind her ears and she moaned.

She leaned across the bed and picked up a rubber that had an extra large storage tip at the end. She laughed as she put it on me and said, “Comfortable?”

I was ready to take her missionary style when she said, “No, no, no. My way or the highway. The contract was specific about the collection method”

"I missed that part," I said.

“And one other thing,” she smiled, “I want to stick this small probe up your ass.”

I looked at a thing no larger then a long thermometer that had a single wire attached to a machine. She explained that it was going to monitor my ejaculation and keep me coming.

I was so into it now that I agreed to let her insert the device in my ass. She put lubrication on it and said, “That wasn’t bad, was it?” when she slipped it up my rectum.

As soon as she finished she flipped over to her hands and knees and said, “Fuck me from behind.”

I mounted her and felt the exquisite thrill of a woman that was tight but was yielding. I reached around her chest, found her nipples and began rubbing them. She reached below my penis and massaged an area blow my testicles.

We started the give and take of the merger of feelings and the synchronization of a man and a woman in a good fuck. My balls and stomach started rhythmicly hitting her perfect white ass.

Diane began moaning and this spurred me on, my strokes became quicker and quicker and the machine on the night table gave a small chime.

“All right big boy, give me all you have.”

I started my orgasm and was mid way through emptying my prostate when the machine took over sending mild jolts of electricity into my ass that caused my prostate to spasm. It was like I couldn’t stop and then another jolt hit me and out came more. Jolt, more, jolt, more and then finally a last jolt.

My back arched and Diane pulled away from me.

She quickly took off the rubber and dumped everything in a large test tube.

She smiled at me and said, “Great, so much more then required.”

Diane removed the probe that was in my ass and detached it. She threw this in a trash can. She went into the bathroom and came back wearing a terry cloth robe and had a wash rag that she used to rub my dick and ass spotless.

She smiled at me and said, “Dress up. In 15 minutes it will be 7PM. I have my next client.”

She took me by my hand and placed a hundred dollar bill in it.

It was wham, bam, thank you mam and I was out the door walking back to my fraternity.

The next day I wondered if it was a dream. I walked up to that apartment, knocked on the door with no result. I found the apartment building manager and asked about the residents.

"This is a building used for short time visitors to the University," he explained

 

I never saw Diane at another party.

 

Five weeks later there was a letter addressed to me at my fraternity house. I opened it and inside I found a postal money order for $150 made to CASH. A small note was attached.

“Very, very good.”


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