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Jane Austen. Adam could hardly believe that he had ever signed up for Jane Austen -- however, the university insisted on its requirements, and then there was Gwen, who was already taking it and who would at least be his classmate. Sitting down to his first class for that winter semester, Adam gradually noticed one girl and then another come in and sit down. Somehow he had missed out on the common wisdom that this was primarily a by-girls-for-girls kind of class. Gwen came in, gave him a sly smile, and then pointedly sat several seats away.

He was impressed when Dr. Nancy Knightstep arrived. She was a bit tall and slim for his tastes, but she was strikingly lovely, even if she wore clothes of a severely conservative cut.

The very first thing Dr. Knightstep said was "I see we have a token male. Whoa are you, please?"

"Adam Ziktor, ma'am."

"Mr. Ziktor, it is refreshing to see a bright young man like yourself take an active interest in this author. Welcome to the class."

"Thank you, ma'am."

That was as good as it ever got. Complications began when Gwen hung out with some classmates, got properly drunk, and then cheerfully blurted out dreadfully intimate details about Adam. The next thing Adam knew, girls from the class would stop by his off-campus housing "just to say Hi" -- and would leave a bit knock-kneed but very, very sexually experienced. It didn't help that college girls seemed to possess a self-destructive tendency to be blabbermouths, as more and more classmates paid visits. Soon half the class was whispering and gesturing and giggling and passing notes, to the point where Dr. Knightstep kept noticing and always threw a stern glance at Adam for in any way disrupting her class.

For his part, Adam struggled with the class. He understood the ideals and the values, but the style and the mannerisms and the whole alien archaic society of the stories left him cold. He prided himself on doing well in business administration, media relations, and mathematics, but he would have to somehow overcome this hurdle so as not to damage his grade point average.

Finally it came time for the dreaded term paper. For weeks Adam took the project seriously, so seriously that he began to cut back on sex, and for the final six days he managed to keep absolutely celibate, a situation that had his whole body silently shrieking in constant frustrated agony.

"Gwen, I'm fucked, and not even in the good way," he confessed over the phone. "Today is deadline day and I got to her office but she was already gone! I missed it, it's over, I'm ruined!" Celibacy definitely did not agree with his overall outlook and mood.

"Calm down. Listen, I'm one of a few girls who ran late ourselves, and just now we were able to stop our papers off at her home. Here, let me give you the address."

And so it was that, with the cold wind howling and biting and the snow piling up into an endless obstacle course, Adam made his way to Dr. Knightstep's house. He briefly admired how nice and large it looked, then readied the envelope containing his term paper to be shoved through the mail slot, and then that would be it, it would be over and done with and he would pray for at least a low C.

However, instead, the door swung inward at just that moment, and a rather elegant woman appeared. "I'm sorry, I thought Nancy was back early. Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm a student of Dr. Knightstep's, I'm just stopping off my term paper."

"Yes, some girls were by earlier -- but please come in, it's gotten so bad out there lately. I'm Norma, I'm Nancy's mother. Could I interest you in tea? Cocoa? Hot cider?"

"Hot cider would really hit the spot," he admitted," thank you."

His coat and scarf and gloves and galoshes off, Adam entered the dining room and was surprised to find more women.

"Adam," said Norma, "this is Nancy's cousin, Kelly, and this is her sister -- my other daughter -- Drew."

"Nice to meet you all." Adam quietly marveled to himself how beauty abounded in the Knightstep gene pool. His mind had a hard time accepting Norma as being old enough to be Dr. Knightstep's mother.

"You know," Drew spoke up, "I think Nancy once said it's so rare that a male student takes her course. Adam, what got you interested?"

"Oh, ah ... " Adam fumbled for an answer.

He was immediately saved by someone emerging from the kitchen saying "We're back, girls!" He was also impressed, for this was a blonde counterpoint to the brunette motif of the Knightstep women. She was dreadfully pretty with a sunny disposition, and there was no missing the fact that she had a lot of bosom waggling around inside her pullover sweater.

"Oh, this is Adam, a student of Nancy's," said Norma, continuing the introductions. "Adam, this is Nancy's next door neighbor, Bunny."

Bunny!? He rather hoped it was just a nickname ... although he could very easily imagine her as some sexual fantasy --

No! he reprimanded himself. Gwen was eagerly waiting for him. First things first.

"Hi, Adam ... Honestly, Raffaela is a godsend, she was such a great help."

"Oh, it was nothing." A woman emerged from the kitchen, quickly draping her fur coat over a spare chair. "I just come from a family of good cooks."

"Oh, and Adam," Norma continued, "this is Nancy's best friend, Raffaela. Raffaela, this is Nancy's student, Adam."

Adam was struck silent. Raffaela was a dark sultry beauty with a charming Italian accent -- and at least twice as much bosom as Bunny. Sadly, Raffaela was wearing a blouse with a wet metallic sheen that was buttoned all the way up.

"Hi, Adam ... !"

Adam had seen it a couple of times -- That Look, the one with the low eyebrows and the one slightly cocked and the vague smirk at one corner of the mouth. That Look conveyed a woman's instantaneous sexual interest in him.

"Hi, Raffaela," he tried to say as calmly as possible. He suddenly realized he was not going to survive this, not after six days of celibacy and everyone so lovely and Bunny and Raffaela so hot. He stood up. "Listen, Norma, if you could just make sure that Dr. Knightstep gets my term paper, I'll be so grateful."

"Aww, you're leaving?" Bunny pouted.

"I really have to, I'm sorry. Happy holidays, everybody!"

Adam reached for his coat, pleased to make a clean getaway, when he noticed Raffaela coming out after him.

"Adam, can't you stay? Isn't there any way I can convince you to stay?"

Adam gulped. Raffaela had unbuttoned her blouse all the way down. Her deep soft bosom looked even bigger naked -- and she wasn't even wearing a bra!

"Maybe some other time."

She drew up close to him. "But just for a few -- OHH!"

He held still as Raffaela's hand collided with, then grasped and fondled, the delicatessen salami's worth of erection now straining against his left jeans leg almost to the knee.

"Oh my God, I knew you were a real man, but I had no idea!" Raffaela sighed rapturously.

"Like I said, maybe another time -- "

But Raffaela started to go up the staircase and then flung her blouse aside, then quickly shimmied out of her tight skirt. Dressed in nothing but black lace panties, she crooked her right index finger at Adam.

His mission was completed. This was the household of the teacher he needed most to impress. Gwen was waiting.

But Raffaela ... Raffaela ...

Adam followed her up into what appeared to be a master bedroom, complete with a four-poster bed. He briefly noticed a vast mirror against the wall facing the foot of the bed, but when he saw Raffaela naked on the bed in that mirror he needed no more prompting, and he actually began to think, Maybe no one will ask after Raffaela, maybe I'll get away with this ...

"Raffaela, where have you -- OH!"

Adam was chagrined as Bunny burst in just as his upthrust cock was rising through Raffaela's amazing cleavage and she was lavishing her luscious mouth all over its bloated glans. It got a little worse as all the other women came in and gawked.

At last Raffaela stopped slurping away on him. "I'm so sorry, really, but ... I just had to HAVE him!"

At that very moment, Adam cut loose and sent a great load splattering all over Raffaela's face and hair and shoulders and boobs.

There was a moment of shocked silence -- and then Norma stepped forward and actually touched his still semi-hard shaft.

"Adam .. I've never had a man like you." She spontaneously began to strip. "Would you do me the honor?"

He noticed how the other women exchanged sheepish sidelong glances but never left, and so the scene became a kind of live peep show, with one onlooker after another becoming so worked up that she too wound up naked on the bed. Drew, Dr. Knightstep's sister, was last.

"Hey, where did Aunt Nancy get to -- OH!"

Drew's two lovely busty daughters were at first simply thunderstruck at what they saw on the bed, but they two swiftly caved in to the spontaneous depravity of it all and pulled off their clothes.

A couple hours later, with everyone lolling around and satisfied, naked Bunny popped back into the room.

"Hey! I see Nancy's car parked outside!"

Adam was amused by how this alert caused everyone to spring into action, swiftly reclaiming their clothes and scurrying out. "Get dressed!" Raffaela urged him, but not without one last kiss, and then she shut the door after her.

Adam shook his head in wonder and reached for his undershorts.

"Not so fast, Mr. Ziktor."

Adam froze. Dr. Knightstep emerged from a closet, his term paper in her hands.

"Do you see that mirror, Mr. Ziktor?"

"It's kind of hard to miss," he confessed."

"My ex-husband was a voyeur. He would sneak girls up here and get his kicks behind that mirror, which is really a one-way glass. I never dreamed I would ever use it myself -- until tonight. But luckily, I was kept company. I read this term paper."

"Oh?" Adam betrayed a note of hope. "And, ah, how ... " He was suddenly dispirited by how she let all the pages slip and fall all over the rug.

"Drivel," she said. "Aimless useless unreadable drivel."

"I tried really hard, honest."

"You're impossible. You have the nerve, the gall, to come here, into my house, to just waltz in here and plow your way through my next door neighbor, and my best friend, and my cousin, and my sister ... and my sister's two daughters -- and my mother, my own mother! All like they were nothing!"

"I would never call them nothing."

"That's not the point! I am very, very upset with you, Mr. Ziktor. I was watching this whole time, and I felt so very upset ... so very upset that ... I wasn't a part of it ... !"

Adam watched as Dr. Knightstep swiftly stripped naked, and what was peculiar was the strange resurgence of lust he felt. Here at last was his opportunity to express spite. For here he had sat in class, feeling worthless, understanding nothing, listening to her drone on and on, and all the while his imagination had its way with her. Now, at last, he had her where he always wanted her: naked in bed, adoring and sucking his cock. He enjoyed how she now groaned "Oh yeah, ram your giant monster cock inside me, rip me a new asshole, fuck my ass off!" and he took almost artistic pleasure in how easily her angelic loveliness was polluted and corrupted by all his thick copious semen.

"Adam," she purred softly, "there is something you could do to salvage your grade. Come back for New Year's? Please?"

And so that was how Adam got his A in English lit, and how he was able to go on to further academic success and then get his start in business. Somehow Nancy left out the little detail that her two lovely busty daughters would be taking a break from graduate school and would be on hand for New Year's, or that a few female relatives of Raffaela and Bunny might also drop by.

So -- apart from gwen being a little suspicious of his seeming a bit sexually exhausted that night -- he got away with it, and now, as he arrived at the restaurant for his lunch date with Joan and katie, he was glad to have that behind him and to now lead a more controlled life.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)