For the last two weeks I have been on assignment at the City College. It seems the Dean is a little concerned at rumours that their computer systems have been compromised and my company has been engaged to check their security. It took about ten minutes to confirm their system was indeed easily hacked, and about another hour to see this hacking has gone back several years. I was there to look at the systems and find a way of protecting them.
Well, not going to happen, their systems are so old they are in serious need of updating. Not just their security systems but everything. I had already determined that several of the systems in place were set up independently, have grown separately then some bright spark has tried to integrate them. It is that attempt at integration that has opened security holes that you could drive an Abrams tank through.
The only real solution was to replace their existing systems entirely. Each existing system has it’s own database, the existing backends are what is required, but they could do with an update, bring them into one database, which would be relatively simple with something like PostGreSQL. Cost effective too. The replication of effort between different faculties and general admin of the College adds about thirty percent to the workloads and costs of maintaining the database, I suspected. The hardest part of this kind of redesign is convincing the decision makers that a patch up is just not going to be good enough. That is my part.
What I will do is to convince them that their current system is leaking more than the CIA, is easy to wreck and will allow students to pass courses without sitting for a single examination. This is very true. Then to put security patches through the system will stop the leaks, the hacks, but it is also likely going to stop a lot of the legitimate business that administrators and staff have in using the system. That too will be true. I have to convince them that to do this kind of patch work will be expensive and cannot be guarranteed to be 100 percent effective. Certainly true. I will need to get them to understand it is going to be considerably less disruptive, more effective, to replace the existing systems than “fix” them.
Again, all true. The trouble for me is they never believe it.
I was sitting in one of the campus cafes, contemplating these deep thoughts, when I heard, “Hello, David. What are you doing here?”
A little startled to be awoken from my reverie, I looked up and saw Sarah.
Sarah works in my local mall coffee shop. She has done since she was a student at the local high school. I knew she graduated and was now in City U but really wasn’t expecting to see her.
“Hi Sarah,” I smiled, closing my booklets. Jesus, at 19 or 20, she is eminently fuckable. Strikingly blonde, creamy complexion, deep green eyes, a small young woman but an hour glass figure. She would be no more than a 34B cup but on her small frame that is more than adequate. “Trying to fix the College’s systems.”
“Damn, does that mean I can’t hack my way to a degree?” she laughed.
“You heard the rumours too?” I was interested now.
“Not rumours, but real. For a couple of hundred bucks, final year students can get their grades improved.”
“And others?”
“Sure, but who would bother? It only counts in their final year. I have heard that quite a number of graduates from the last few years have results recorded much better than they actualy scored.”
“Mmm, yeah, I could see where that might become an issue for the College.” I said, wanting to move on. “Care to join me?”
“Love to.” I stood and asked her what she would like and I went to order a couple of lattes.
We sat and talked for a while, small talk, where I found out she was taking a number of biology and forensic science courses. I asked how she was getting on, well enough, but some of the mathematics was giving her trouble. Seems the maths lecturers and tutors are quite skeptical about forensic scientists using a great deal of maths, so give little actual support. I must admit I don’t know a lot about forensic science, but I would have thought that a good understanding of networks, statistical analysis, geometry, trigonometry, calculus and likely other topics would be very helpful. Don’t know, but this strikes me as being the typical intellectual snobbery of academics I have run into occasionally, even in my own line of work.
Coffee ran out, but conversation didn’t. Sarah looked at the clock over the door of the cafe and cried,
“Fuck! I got a lecture in five minutes, and I can’t miss it. I better go.”
“Yep, you better. Lovely talking to you, and might see you again.” I smiled as she took off, saying “Bye” and waving over her shoulder. At that point I didn’t think anything of it and went back to my temporary work space in the administration block. I started writing up my recommendations, and essentially, what Sarah had said, anecdotally, confirmed my worst suspicions. I hunted through the database looking at final year students from the last three years and found evidence of tampering on a wide scale. Dates of exams and updated scores were not matching. Whomever was doing the grade changing wasn’t being that careful about it, they were leaving rather open tracks. In the normal course of events, I probably wouldn’t have bothered to go that far if I hadn’t spoken to Sarah. She gave me the clues as to what to look for, and I found it. All I had to do was to list the details, and pass them over to the College, they could sort it from there.
The next day, I was still compiling the list of students with fudged grades, when lunch came around again. I went down to the same cafe I was the day before, what can I say, I am largely a creature of habit. Within a few minutes, Sarah again appeared. I asked her if she had a lecture later and she told me no, but there was a tutorial. Again we enjoyed a latte, a small bite to eat, and some good conversation. I could feel my surging hormones just talking to her.
As she left, she said, “I only have a half day tomorrow, morning lectures, so won’t have to run off. Would you mind if I joined you?”
“Not at all,” I replied, “Love to have yo-or company.” Fuck, I nearly slipped.
She smiled that friendly smile of genuine mirth, “I’m sure.” she laughed and left.
Well, that was promising, but really, I am more than double her age, so flirting with an old guy is likely par for the course with her, I would think. Brings repeat custom in at the cafe, I suspect. So, get your mind off Sarah and back to work, dirty old man, I smiled at my own foolishness.
In the last three years alone, I have found well over three hundred breaches. Fuck me, does this mean their entire degree program has been compromised? My word it does. How can anyone trust a College when so many graduates have managed to defraud the system. I found an old backup from about two years ago, and when compared I saw most have been changing C grades to As. There have been a few who didn’t actually achieve the grades their student records now say they have, but not that many.
What am I going to do about it? Nothing, even though it is basically fraud. If the College asks me, I will give them the names of students who’s grades I suggest have been changed, but if they want to bury this, that is their choice.
Preparing a written report is always fun, and by lunch that day, I had just about everything on the breaches I will need to convince the College administration to go with a complete overhaul.
I was really looking forward to lunch, and seeing Sarah. I made my way down to the cafe and Sarah was already there. She was seated, and smiled as I walked through the door. I took a seat and we said hello, and she smiled again.
“You’re probably busy this afternoon, but could you help me?” she asked.
“If I can,” I replied, always willing to give a helping hand somewhere.
“Well, I need some help with my biology stats,” she looked at me.
“Stats are stats, I use the same basic formulae for a range of applications in computing. So that shouldn’t be too much of an issue.”
“Thanks, but there is another problem.”
“Oh.”
“I have all my assignment at home. I was going to bring it this morning, but was running late and didn’t realize until I was in lecture this morning that I had left it behind.”
“So, you’re asking…?”
“…If you could come to my place?”
I thought about it for a few seconds, “Well, I have all the information I really need, and I can work from home for the next few days, so sure, that won’t be an issue for me.”
Sarah looked relieved and gushed her thanks. Seems she really is needing some help.
“I’ll have to go back and get my stuff, as well as some of the paperwork I will need to write my report. But I can meet you here in about 20 minutes, ready to go.”
“Sure, that would be excellent. Really appreciate this David.” she said, “And look, I make a better coffee at home, so I can provide lunch.”
“Oh, that’s very kind of you.” I took off back to my workspace, gathered the materials I needed then just left. I work alone so no need to let anyone know what I was doing. My employer was fine with me doing pretty much what I wanted on these kinds of jobs, as long as I let them know when I call in. I was back at the cafe in 18 minutes and 5 minutes after that, we were on our way.
It was a little before 1:30pm when we arrived at Sarah’s place, and just as she promised, made me fresh coffee which was better than the coffee in the cafe. Thereafter we got into her stats assignment.
Basically, she was well along, but wasn’t getting what to do to turn the data into a spreadsheet. To make matters worse, the assignment had her making a box and whisker chart. Don’t get me wrong, there is certainly a place for such a chart, but they are just not as technology friendly as other charting methodologies. I am not a big fan of that type of chart, but that is what the assignment asks for.
I talked Sarah through the worksheet creation process, accounted for standard deviation, the interquartile range, the first and third quartiles, the outliers, the 10 and 90th percentiles and everything else the assignment required. I made sure that Sarah was taking notes with everything we did and by the end of it, an hour and a half later, she could repeat the process without me.
After that, she asked if I wanted another coffee and looking at the time, about 3:15 then, said sure. She made the coffee and as we were sitting at the breakfast bar, she said, “Look, I don’t know how I can repay you for this. It has got me out of a large hole and I am now able to get the assignment in before the due date.”
I shook my head and said, “Look, it’s nothing really, but you can pay it forward, if you like.”
“Yeah,” she smiled, “But I would like to do something nice for you, too. Would that be OK?”
“Of course. Nice is always welcome,” I replied, a short pause, so I ask, “What else has been going on in your life?”
Sarah immediately took on a slightly harder look, “The boyfriend… well he turned out to be a real loser, so I dumped him.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that.” Covering up with a long sip from my coffee.
“Don’t be, probably the best thing I have done all year. He had so many shortcomings, I wasn’t prepared to put up with him any more.”
Thinking this could turn out to be a losing topic, I said, “Well, good choice then. It’s getting late, I better be making tracks.”
“Oh no, please, don’t go, not just yet. My Mom is not going to be home until well after six and Dad is in the West, won’t be home until tomorrow.” That is probably not the right thing to say to me, I thought, but no, I am still more than twice her age.
“Look you have been real nice to me, so I think I want to be real nice to you.”
“You are nice, you made me coffee, lovely coffee by the way-”
“No, I mean really nice.” She stood and shrugged her shoulder, lifting her blouse off, over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. No I thought, she was earlier, but now she wasn’t.
Fuck me! I thought. I gulped and was dazzled by this perfect set of boobs, nicely rounded, firm and perky, capped by two dark pink, fleshy nipples, now standing up, proudly displaying themselves, for me. My dick took over immediately. I took her in my arms and pulled her closer, kissing her. I ran my hands over her smooth skin, over her shoulder and down onto her jutting breasts. I thrilled at the soft skin, pulpy under my fingers, the hardened nut of her nipple spongy, resilient to my caress.
“Now, that is what is really nice,” I said, “But are you really sure?”
“Oh, yeah,” she replied, “Now, stop talking and start fucking.”
I bent my head and took one of those glorious nipples into my mouth and suckled greedily. My hands roamed her body and undid buttons, belts and zips to push her jeans down. With them came her panties so I could feel her naked sex. Using my fingers I traced the outlines of her fur covered mons, down in between her fleshy vaginal lips. Sarah opened herself as far as she could allowing me access to the underside of her body. Amazingly, she was already wet, my fingers sliding with the moisture of her love slit over her labia and onto the hard swollen pea of her clit. Between suckling her breasts and kissing her lips, my fingers sawed and rotated over her nether regions. It didn’t seem like long at all when she stiffened, held me tight and kissed me as hard as she could grunting and moaning into my mouth her first orgasm of that afternoon.
Relaxing a little, I could feel her body trembling in the after effects of her cum. “Oh fuck!” she cried, “That was… was..” she hesitated.
“Well deserved, I would think.”
“Exactly what I needed,” she said, “That’s the first time someone else has made me cum in ages.”
“Been a while since you last boyfriend then?”
“Nah, I did really mean ‘his short comings’,” she said, “I mean short, but he was very considerate.”
“Oh, you mean he would cum quick and get off?”
Sarah laughed, “Precisely. Now, come on, I want more, in bed now.”
Before she fell over, Sarah removed her sneakers and jeans, bending over right in front of me to take her now soaken panties off. If my dick was out I wouldn’t have waited to get to the bedroom. The swollen pink skin with its fair covering of light hair proudly exposed itself to me in all its glistening glory. I could see reflections of light in the folds of labia, on the hairs of her sex. What a good looking pussy, I thought, gasping at the sheer lack of self-conciousness of its owner. I was not only going to fuck it, but I was going to eat it right up too, I gleefully smiled.
Sarah took my hand and led me to her room. It was obvious it was hers, a mixture of girl and woman, some pinks and whites, materials and paints, builtin robe with full length mirrors on both sliding doors. A light bedspread covered a double bed, with a fluffy animal doll sitting between the pillows. I turned her and held her close, kissing her, walking her backwards to the bed. I sat her down on the edge, and pushed her legs apart. Without any forewarning, I dropped to my knees and just swooped onto her bush, pushing her backward, exposing her lovely moisture covered sex to my eagerly awaiting lips.
I pushed my tongue everywhere I could get it, down her slit and into her love tunnel. Sarah shook and jumped at the various touches my tongue was making. I pushed her legs up a little and tongued the tight muscles of her sphincter. She let out cries of delight as the thrill of a tongue on her most intimate parts pushed her deeper and deeper into a sensual overload. I let her legs down and pushed my tongue onto her clit, and mouthing it, tongueing it, she gasped and cried her pleasure. I was merciless, giving her clit, her labia, vaginal opening her a tongue lashing of the finest kind. I must admit I was lost in the flavor of this girl, she was delicious and I couldn’t get enough of her juices. Her breathing quicked, her moans became louder and more urgent, her cries more shrill. Sarah’s legs grabbed my head, trying to pull my mouth into her, as she pumped her hips upward, she cried another orgasm. This went on for what seemed ages, but was likely no more than a ten or fifteen seconds, then she flopped back onto the bed, her legs falling away as she caught her breath.
“Fuck!” She gasped, “That- that- was just wonderful. You really are great.” She lifted her head slightly and then said, “And you made me cum twice without even taking off your shirt. I want to return the favor now.”
“Mmmm, let’s not get too carried away,” I smiled, “I want you, but I want to be inside you.”
“Ooohhh yes please.”
I took my shirt off, my shoes and socks, then my trousers. My cock was making a serious tent inside my underpants, but it wasn’t until I dropped them that Sarah got a good look at what was hidden there. She actually gasped, “Oh my god!” I wondered what she was on about. “That is so fucking big!”
“What?” I asked, “Jeez, it’s just over six inches, it’s not that big.”
“I’ve never seen a cock that big! Ever!”
The average cock is supposed to be six inches, and I am six and one-eighth inches long. That puts me a little over average. I have sucked a few cocks over the years and I must admit though, not many of them were bigger than average, most were actually under. There was one, about eight inches, and it was really nice having that in my mouth, but that is a completely different story.
I got onto the bed and cuddled into Sarah. “How many cocks have you seen?” I asked.
“Just two and neither one of them were as big as that,” she said, tentatively reaching out and touching it.
“I must admit, It is really standing tall today, being here with you.”
She smiled, and said, “Yep, I think I’m really glad I’m paying this forward now.” She took hold of me and gently ran her hand up and down the thickened shaft. Mmm not too bad with the hand job, I thought as I kissed her.
She kissed my cheek, then my neck, and ran her lips over my chest. I work out regularly and am really glad I do now, I am still pretty firm, even if the skin is starting to get a little wrinkled in parts. I felt her lips over my belly, onto my thighs then my cock head was engulfed by her warm mouth. Her tongue wiped its way around the knob as she took a little more into her mouth, then lifted up as she drew in her cheeks. Well, that’s not bad, I thought, at least she does have some idea about sucking cocks. the only issue, I felt, was that she was not taking too much in at any one time. She kept this up for a while and as pleasurable as it is getting my horn mouthed, eventually I had enough.
I pulled her gently back up my body then on top of me. She kept comming upward and I felt her pubes sliding over my cock. As she got a little higher, my cock sprung a little and she stopped, and reversed her action. I felt my cock probing at her pussy, but not engaging in her cunt. She really was very wet there and I should have just slid into her. Sarah reached between our bodies and took hold of my dick, then angled it properly, and slid down a little to get the head inside her. Sarah slowly slid down the pole of my cock and then lifted her hips as I pulled mine down a little. She pushed down as I pushed up and I felt the soft fur of her thatch caressing mine, then the hard bone of her pubis making solid contact with mine. I kept this going for a while, thrusting up into her, spearing her sex with my cock, caressing and squeezing her breasts, plucking at her hardened nipples.
I wanted to keep this going for quite a while, so I pulled her down to me, kissed her and said, “Roll over, slowly” and gently rolled onto our sides. “Use your leg, hold on.” She wrapped her upper leg over my ass and pulled tight while I used my legs to roll us over again, with Sarah now under me. She held on after we had moved into position, “Ooh stay there, I love the feel of your big cock inside me.” I kissed her again, and again, without moving. Slowly I started pumping my hips in and out, sliding my cock up and down the tight tunnel of her sex.
Pushing myself up a little, i was able to get a better rythym going and soon I was really pounding into her. She was squealing and moaning her pleasure, cooing and whispering her sexual delight, urging me on. Fucking her was just brilliant, I thought, and nearly lost it there. I stopped, pulled out of her and turned myself around, swooping onto her swollen tissues and trying to plunge my cock into her mouth at the same time. Without warning, I pushed us over, rolling so she was on top. Taking my cock into her mouth again, she sucked it with abandon as I pleasured her nether regions with my tongue again. There was so much moisture there, a heady mix of her juices and my pre-cum. A sixty niner is, for me, the absolutely most intimate thing that any couple can do, male-female, male-male, female-female, doesn’t matter, I just love it, love watching it and really love doing it. I have to admit that with Sarah, this was even more tasty than it was before, my precum and her juice. I licked and lapped her pussy, tongue whipping her clit into a frenzy as she orgasmed again and again.
I felt her collapse on me, my cock no longer in her mouth. That is what I was really after, a break, get some air to make this last as long as I could. After a few moments, to let her catch her breath, I rolled Sarah off me and sat up. I pulled and pushed her gently into position, on all fours and moved around behind her. I slid my prong up and down her slit and then finding a target, I pushed into her love hole again. Sarah gasped as I entered her, and rolled back a little to get me as deep into her as she could get me. I pushed and pulled, slowly driving in and out of her, filling her, then emptying her, pushing into her again and again, slowly at first, building a little more speed over time until I was trying to keep pace with my pounding heart. I love fucking doggy style, I can get deep, I can feel every square inch of my cock being caressed by the lubricated flesh of a woman’s canal. My pubes getting squashed by the soft cheeks of her ass, there is nothing better than that. I kept fucking into her as long as I could, but I didn’t want to cum just yet so again, I pulled out and swapped my dick with my tongue.
I ran my tongue up and down her exposed slit, wiping it all the way up to her asshole, tonguing her puckered muscle, making her gasp at this unexpected invasion. Again and again, I buried my face on her ass, fucking her with my tongue. I heard her gasps and groans building again towards another orgasm. Then I switched again, driving my hardened rod back inside her, no warning, just one moment a tongue the next my prick driving deep inside her. Sarah gasped at the thrill and as I drove into her, I felt the walls of her canal grabbing at my cock, pulling me deeper, massaging my knob, demanding my semen. I felt her jump every time my knob touched her cervix, making her moan and begin to spasm again.
Sarah cried and screamed another cum, and it intensified as I shot my load into her. A full semen injection, hot and strong flowing out of my cock and into her heated tunnel, smearing her insides with that precious fluid. I couldn’t have held it any longer, the tingle of impending ejactulation was swiftly replaced with the contraction of muscles and testes forcing more and more of my cum into her. I cried and gasped as I shot load after load into her. Sarah’s sighs and gasps were music to my ears, the sounds of a woman who has been well fucked. The sounds of pleasure and satiation.
Sarah’s breathing returned to a more normal pattern and she said, “Wow, that was fantastic. You always do that?”
“I try to please.” I smiled.
“Well, I should hope so!” came another voice.
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