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Archive-title: Computer Lady, The

    My name's Monique Yates, and I teach programming at a local computer

store.  What follows is a little personal story about me.  It's very

private, and definitely X-rated!  If that bothers you, don't go any

further.  Erase this file and forget you ever saw it, and no harm is


   Some how, women in the computer field have acquired the reputation

of being terribly straight laced and boring.  I've never understood

why, and I've always thought it was my duty to dispel that myth, at

least to the best of my abilities.

   I'm twenty-six, female, and though I'm not a raving beauty, I'm

extremely sensual looking.  For starters, I'm five foot seven, weigh

131 pounds, and have a size 42 chest.  I have a 24 inch waist, my

breasts look impressively large.  I'm also lucky to have a nice, tight

ass and pretty nice legs.

   But with my job, looking too sexy can be a real disadvantage, so I

usually dress down, covering up as best I can. I wear my long red hair

wound up in a bun on top of my head, no make-up, loose sweaters and

baggy pants.  At least that's what I wear to work.

   About six months ago, I was contacted by the parents of a eighteen

year old boy named Jim Tompson.  It seems he was really interested in

programming, and for some reason, his parents wanted someone to help

select a computer and software,and then to tutor their son.  The money

was very attractive, so I decided to do it.  When I first met Jim, I

was stunned!  Not only was he a very bright, rather shy boy; he was

gorgeous. Almost six feet tall, brown, tanned, and athletic, Jim was so

good looking I could hardly concentrate as we talked.

   After they bought a loaded AT clone, I began visiting their house

two evenings a week to teach Jim to be a programmer.  By the second

lesson, I desperately wanted to teach him something else!  I couldn't

believe my luck when his parents told me they were going away on

vacation, a month-long cruise, but that Jim would be staying home to

continue his lessons.  An aunt who lived across town was supposed to

keep an eye on things, but Jim was pretty much on his own.  They paid

me in advance for his lessons, and off they went.

   The very next lesson, I knew what I wanted to do.  An hour before I

was  due at their home, I undressed and quickly showered.  I put on a

pair of black panties and a transparent black bra.  My nipples felt

full and tingly as they poked against the cool bra cups.  In seconds

they were painfully swollen, standing tall, deep red and fully erect.

Slipping my sexiest black garter belt around my waist, I fastened the

little hooks behind my back, enjoying the silky sensation.  I picked

out a pair of long nylon stockings, sheer suntan in color; the kind

with real wide, dark tops.  I don't know why, but nylons always make me

feel sexier and more attractive than panty-hose.I slid the sheer

stockings on, slowly smoothing them up my well-toned legs as I fastened

them to the garter belt.  My shoes were black leather high heels, cut

low on both sides.  I stood in front of the mirror in my lingerie.  My

hair was a golden cloud that swirled around my shoulders as I made sure

my make-up was fashion-model perfect.  I felt terribly wanton as I put

on a short skirt and tightly fitted blouse, leaving the top three

buttons open.

   From the minute I came in the door, Jim couldn't take his eyes off

me.  His eyes instantly locked on my breasts, which crowned subtly but

were distinctly visible within my blouse.  I could hardly control

myself as we worked through his lesson.  He messed up almost

everything, obviously distracted by my flirtatious attire.

   When we were through, I began to implement my scheme.  I stood up,

and feigning a slip, stumbled against the desk, falling to the floor.

As expected, Jim jumped to my assistance.

  "It's my right leg.  I think it's just a cramp in the calf,"I told

him, "but I don't know if I can walk."

  "Here, Mrs. Yates," he offered courteously, "let me help you over to

the sofa."

   I leaned heavily against him, making sure that my breast pressed

warmly against his arm.  I couple of phony limping steps and I fell

back onto the couch, my skirt "accidentally" sliding up my thighs.

  "You've played sports in school, haven't you, Jim," I asked.

  "Sure," he answered.  "Football and track."

  "Well, you must have seen all sorts of injuries," I continued."Maybe

you could take a look at my leg.  Just to see if it's anything


  "Sure, Mrs. Yates," he replied, kneeling in front of me.

   Tenderly, his fingers touched my right calf, caressing the strong

muscles through the sheer nylon of my stocking.  Slowly, I let my knees

swing apart, giving Jim a clear view all the way to my black panties.

Seconds later, as he lightly massaged my calf,I saw him peeking up my


  "Do you think my leg's all right?" I asked.

  "I don't think it's anything serious, Mrs. Yates," he said, taking

another peek at my private spot.

  "Jim!"  I said sternly.  "What are you looking at?"

  "N.n.nothing," he stammered.

  "You were looking up my skirt, young man," I said with mock anger,

"weren't you?"

   Jim said nothing.  He just looked down at the floor.

  "Would you like a better look?" I asked, my voice like

melting butter.

   I didn't wait for an answer.  I stood up, my tingling love grotto

just inches from Jim's head.  I stood there, with my feet wide apart,

my ankles flexed on my high heeled shoes. Bending down, I slowly pulled

up my skirt, raising the hem to my waist. Jim simply stared.  I don't

think he'd ever seen a woman wearing a garter belt and stockings.

  "I think these stockings make my legs and ankles look really sexy," I

said, boldly turning around so he could see me from all angles.  "Don't

you think so?" I asked.

  "Oh, Mrs. Yates!" Jim gasped, ogling my stocking-sheathed


  "I love the way they make my thighs feel," I told him, sliding my

hands over the glistening nylon covering my legs.

  "M..Mrs. Yates," Jim stammered, getting to his feet and backing away.

  "I don't think we should be doing this.  I don't want to get into any


  "Don't worry, Jim," I purred reassuringly. I walked toward him, my

stockings sizzling as I did.  Jim just stood there, unable to move.  I

dropped my skirt, moving my hand boldly to my pupil's inner thigh,

skimming lightly, appraisingly, over the solid pouch between his legs.

My finger tips traced the warm,rigid length of his masculinity, making

Jim tremble.

  "You .... uh .... shouldn't be doing that, Mrs. Yates," he

said half heartedly.

  "It's O.K. Jim.  Why don't you take your clothes off for me,"  I

whispered hoarsely, my hand between his thighs.

   Jim had no idea what to do, so he slowly began stripping himself,

shirt first, then pants.  I could see his self-consciousness as he

dropped his pants, his penis standing out in full naked erection, a

long, thick pole of throbbing flesh and blood.  We stared into each

other's eyes.  I reached down and took his hands, and placed them on my

breasts.  Hesitantly, he began to knead my flesh through my blouse and

bra.  I unbuttoned my top slowly, moaning a little as I slipped the

fabric over my skin.  I reached around and unhooked my bra, uncovering

my large, firm breasts. The nipples were an angry pink, swollen, hard.

   Then I undid the button at the waist of my skirt, slowly unzipped

the side, and then turned around, my back to Jim.  I lowered my skirt

over my buns and bent over to remove it completely.  When I stood

backup, I was naked except for my panties, my stockings,and my high

heeled shoes.  Before he knew what was happening, I was examining Jim's

spectacular young peter.  His cock was standing straight up, deep red,

and I began to slide my finger tips along the shaft, touching the soft

skin ever so lightly.  At the same time, I reached between his beefy

thighs and palmed his balls. I'd only been touching him for a minute or

two when he started to reathe exceptionally deep and fast.  "Oh,

Jesus," I heard him grunt.  "I can't hold back any longer.  It's just

too much.  I'm going to come!"

   For a moment, I looked fondly at the contorted expression on his

face, then his virile prick was jerking wildly in my hand.  I felt

Jim's thick hot semen spurting all over my fingers.

  "Oh, my God!  Look at it, Jim!  God, you're coming so much,"I gasped.

Running my fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, I pumped

even more of his semen from his virile young body,until he begged me to

stop.  Happily, I licked my fingers, devouring every last drop of his

fluid.  Then I guided Jim's hand to my groin.  Instinctively, he

slipped his hand inside my panties and quickly located my moist


  "That feels so good!" I exhaled as he slowly probed my lustful sex


   He began to slide his middle finger in and out, and I loved the

stimulation.  He soon had two fingers, then three buried deep inside my

horny cunt.  I bit my lower lip every time I felt my orgasm flaring up.

Several times I was on the verge of coming, and held back, but then I

lost control. My body exploded in orgasm as I screamed with satisfied

lust. "Oh baby, do it to my pussy!  Push your hand all the way inside

me.  I'm coming! Please!  Don't stop!"

   I had three quick, shattering orgasms in a row, and I felt like I

was going to pass out.  I practically fell over, and when I finally

stopped shaking, and turned to Jim and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Silently, I had him lie down on his back on the thickly carpeted floor.

I slid my damp panties down my legs and off, then knelt next to Jim on

the floor.

   Jim's phallus drooped lazily to the left, showing no sign of the

size and vigor it had only minutes before.  I reached over and lightly

caressed his spongy penis with the finger tips of my right hand.  He

jumped the instant my fingers made contact with his resting organ.

   He spread his thighs, and I reached for his hanging love spheres.

The tips of my fingers barely touched his gonads when I heard Jim gasp.

I felt his balls writhe against my finger tips, as I repeatedly brushed

at them.  My eyes burned as I watched his penis begin to straighten and


   I curled my fingers around his thickening shaft and lightly milked

his shaft, real slow and easy, tantalizing him.  Virility was pumping

back into his shaft, bringing back his raging erection, if anything

more awesome than before.  Jim trembled and moaned as I massaged his

growing organ.

   Lowering my head to his groin, I exhaled hotly as I lay the tip of

his manhood on my lower lip, extending my tongue so that I could tease

the small little hole into giving me its pearl.  "Oh, my God!" he moaned.

"Oh, my God!"

   I let my tongue travel in tiny circles, teasingly, gradually

centering in on his most sensitive spot.  And when I got to that tender

ridge, Jim just stopped breathing, and his entire body tightened up.

Opening my mouth a little more, I took his whole length in my mouth.

Right down to his hairy root!

   I closed my lips around the base and held absolutely still for just

a second as a chill ran down my spine.  I rubbed my thighs together,

massaging my burning pussy, nearly climaxing again from the excitement.

   Jim enlarged rapidly inside my warm sucking mouth until he was

pushing against the back of my throat.  I began to gag,and I had to

withdraw, letting his now turgid spire slide gradually from my lips.

   Slowly, shakily, I stood up, straddling Jim's flat,powerful hips

with my widely spread feet.  From a position towering above his

reclining body, I squatted down and grasped his pulsing cock in my

hands, guiding it to my pussy.  I held my cunt above him just an

instant, rubbing the head of his cock between the blonde-haired lips of

my pussy.  And then I pushed down.

   He entered my cunt very, very slowly, filling me with his hardness,

stretching the already lubricated walls of my pussy.  I sat erect on

his belly, my head thrown back, my spine in inverted curve, and I could

feel his hardness slipping up into my body.  I could feel the head of

his cock throbbing against the sticky passageway.

   He was like a long thick fire being swallowed by my body, along

thick hardness moving deeper and deeper up my cunt.  I pushed all the

way down, as hard as I could, and I found myself sitting on his lap.

His cock, that powerful, merciless shaft was buried to the hilt inside

my cunt.

   I began to ride him.  I say I rode him because he did nothing but

lie there under me, his penis standing straight up like a deeply rooted tree.

Gingerly, balancing on my steep heels, I put my hands on my knees and began to

raise and lower my pelvis.  I was literally doing deep-knee bends.  And Jim

was sliding all the way in, and almost all the way out of me as I moved up and


   I flexed my hips again and again, up and down, an orgasm building

like a crescendo between our bodies.  When the energy was screaming,

shrilling throughout my body, when it could be denied no further by

either of us, I quickly disengaged and turned my body around. I pushed

my pussy lips into his face. Jim had no idea how to respond, but he

instinctively began to lap at my tender flesh.  His tongue stabbed

forward, rasping over my clitoris.  What he lacked in experience, he

made up with enthusiasm.  He licked me from clit to cunt-hole, driving

himself up into my body as our orgasms exploded.

   At the same time, I closed my lips around his cock as he began to

ejaculate.  His thick hot sperm splattered into my mouth and I

swallowed every drop of it, swirling my tongue across the head of his

cock.  Mrs. Yates he whispered "You have the nicest teeth I have ever

come across!".


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