the Student and the Pervert

"Come on, let’s have a threesome, baby

You, me, and my imagination"

Pulp, ‘Slow Jam’ 2025

Katie was bored again. Bored and poor. What a fucking combination.

Eric was lonely again. Lonely and horny. What a fucking combination.

In the university library, Katie looked around at her fellow students with just a hint of disgust. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them or didn’t have any friends. She didn’t see them as freeloaders or a waste to society. No, she was one of them. But she just found them boring. And she found herself boring. And she couldn’t concentrate on her revision for exams.

It was warm outside, so she decided to go for a walk. Just walk and walk and walk until she had figured out what was missing.

Eric knew that staring at Pornhub for another hour, another day, for the rest of his life, was not going to get him anywhere. He knew every kink there was. He had tried every awful porn site he could find. Motherless, eFukt, xHamster, but none of them had replaced people, women, friends, lovers. Yet he couldn’t seem to connect with any of them anymore.

It was warm outside so he decided to go for a walk. Just walk and walk and walk until he had figured out what was missing.

Katie was at the edge of the city now and had no idea where she was. She didn’t care; she was never scared. She had no fear of the unknown. She had more a fear of only ever seeing the known, and that was what she wanted to run away from.

It was early still and nearing high summer. It was warm, and there would be no night for hours. She entered a forest and felt the tingle of childish excitement. ‘Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!’

Eric lived on the edge of the city and could see a forest from his bedroom window. He had lived there since he had moved out of his home twenty-five years ago. He had loved the view and had loved walking in the forest whenever he could. He had even thought about getting a dog at one point.

But then he discovered the internet and his adult life slipped away into a mixture of work and porn, porn and work. There was little else. He could hardly remember the last time he had looked out of the window, let alone gone for a walk in the dark, heavy, beautiful forest he had intentionally moved to be by.

She walked along the main path to start with, but noticed that there were smaller, less official-looking paths off to the side that took you into the heart of the thick undergrowth—paths that looked much more exciting. She turned off and turned on to one. ‘We’re going on a bear hunt!’

He took the old, tiny track that led from the bottom of his garden. The first part was so overgrown it hardly counted. But then it joined another, slightly more trodden path, and he no longer had to fight and kick his way through. He still felt totally alone, though. It was a better alone than alone with people fucking and fucking themselves up on his computer monitor. It was warm, and he was feeling a little happier.

Katie strode along, ignoring that nettles were stinging her bare legs beneath her summer dress. If she didn’t scratch them, they wouldn’t bother her. That was a brilliant discovery to make. Perhaps that was a lesson for life? But oh, it was probably too late for life. She had itches she needed to scratch, but she didn’t know what they were yet or where they were. She just had to put up with them. But unlike the pain and discomfort of nettles, they weren’t going away.

Then she saw what would change her life.

Eric was so happy that he became anxious. Was it really this easy? Did all he needed to do to escape his addiction to masturbating was to go outside and walk in the woods? Really? Was it that easy? What happens, though, when he goes home? Will it come back right away? What happens on a rainy day when it isn’t as pleasant as this? What happens in the winter? Will this all just fall away and he’ll go back to PornHub and look for women fucking gear sticks or pissing on themselves?

He was frightened by his happiness and felt the urgent need to masturbate, to calm himself down.

She should have been frightened. She should have been disgusted. She should have screamed and run. She knew all these reactions were required of you in this situation. That society demanded your adherence to sensitive moral and legal norms. But right then, she realised that was not who she was. She was not on the side of the moral majority, or even the sensible law-abiding citizen. Or even of a decent human being. Her bar was much lower.

She loved what he was doing.

Eric got his cock out and leaned against a tree. He had not really checked to see if anyone was nearby because he felt so alone that he could imagine the whole world was gone. But in his mind he also hoped that someone was watching, that he was going to cum on the tree, in a bush, on the dead leaves as someone stared. But this was in his mind, as he closed his eyes and stroked.

If he hadn’t closed his eyes, Katie knew he would have seen her. She didn’t want him to see her unless she was sure he would carry on. Was this flashing? Or was this just like taking a pee? People took a pee in the woods all the time. Young people fucked in the woods when they had nowhere else to go. What was so very bad about an old man having a wank when he needed one in the woods?

How old was he, she thought? Fifties possibly. At least late forties. Any age over twenty-five was way too old for her. She had never seen an old man’s cock, but here it was, and it wasn’t so very frail and wrinkly. It looked no different from her boyfriends, even if the man looked a wreck.

Eric dared to open his eyes. He was close to cumming and he wanted not to see images of frightful porn but instead the glories of nature. Adding his jizz to the forest felt natural and rather wonderful. The sun on his face, all that green in his eyes.

He opened his eyes to see a young woman standing there. Very young. Maybe too young. But whatever age, he should not have his erection out in public. He turned and ran.

Her worst fears had come true. For a moment, his open eyes meeting hers filled her with joy. For a split second, she could see both his enjoyment of touching himself and the thrill of touching himself as someone watched. As she watched, she understood the effect she had on men.

Then fear had grabbed him and swung him around. He had run.

But he didn’t get very far.

He tumbled, tripping over a route he hadn’t noticed. He fell into a pile of nettles and screamed.

Katie ran to him.

Eric rolled away from the squashed nettle patch and looked up into her eyes.

Katie could see his cock was still have hard and had been hit by barbs of the nettle leaves, as had his hands, arms and even his face. He looked in such a mess. Terrified of her and in pain.

He was scrambling to cover himself up and to scratch at the stings.

“No,” Katie said loudly, it felt to her, in the peaceful tweeting of the forest. She was in a panic that she would lose him.

“No, don’t touch it. Don’t scratch anything. You’ll make it worse.”

The young woman, the girl, fell on Eric. Her words were kind, and her touch, even as sudden and heavy as it was, was incredibly soothing. He had been about to cry from the pain and fear of his life being over from one simple, silly mistake, jerking off in public, that he would do whatever she said.

She lay fully on top of him, held his hands by his head and lay her cheek gently on his. Her vagina pushed against his body to settle his half erection. Every part of him that was stinging, she took care of and kept him calm.

Eric breathed heavily and qucikly. Confused by the unfamiliar touch of a woman’s body and how good it was. How had he managed without it?

Katie said, “Breathe slowly. Be calm, it’s all over now. It’s ok. It’s ok. I’ll never tell anyone what you were doing. The stings will pass. You’ll be ok. I’m here now. I’m here for you now.” She meant it. She was here for him, but what did that mean? And, in the end, was he not there for her? But what could a sad old man like him give her? But she knew already that this was what was missing.

Her words were so hauntingly caring that without a moment’s hesitation, he knew he was in love. She may get up and walk away, and he might never see her again, but Eric knew right then that she was what he needed. Love. But dirtier than that.

Pain began to subside throughout his body. The pressure of her cheek, her pert firm breasts, her legs pressing either side of his hips, and oh that groin pushing down on his penis.

Katie had no option at that point. She knew she could not separate from him until they were both sated. She knew it was time to consummate what they had.

It was so hot she hadn’t bothered with underwear. No bra and no knickers. She had let the air travel up and over her pussy. Without taking any of the hard pressure off his cock she pulled up her summer dress, the thin piece of fabric separating their private parts from each other and pushed down on him.

Eric was wide-eyed and overcome with pleasure, joy and his familiar anxiety when she pulled her dress up and pressed a hairless pussy against the side of his cock. What was she doing?

Of course, he knew, but how could he believe it? She pushed on him and glided her pussy lips up his cock until, with a twist of her hips, she could push herself onto the end of his cock.

And that was it. She was so wet that Eric felt himself move qucikly up inside her tight young pussy, not even knowing at that moment that she was nineteen and that he wouldn’t get into even more trouble than he already was. But he could not have stopped her, had no interest in stopping her.

Katie felt utter relief when he went inside her. This shabby old man was going to do things for her, and she was going to do things for her. This was a beautiful sex between two people who should never even have met, let alone fucked.

But Katie could feel it was the start of something darker, more dangerous, and oh so very fucking exciting.

Katie pushed one of her thighs down on the nettles and felt the terrible urge to scratch it. She didn’t scratch her leg, but she didn’t move it away. She just rode the old man and let the nettles carry on scratching her.

This was the metaphor for life she was looking for. She would do anything, suffer anything, just to get the two of them off.

And very soon, Eric felt himself exploding inside her, an orgasm like no porn he had ever watched. Or was she simply his new porn?

Katie and Eric, our student and pervert, might find they mix their roles up in future chapters. I hope you will cum back and see just how deviant they become.