3 comments/ 42943 views/ 17 favorites My Professor Ch. 01 By: GoddessKaren I knocked timidly at Professor Steinley's door, half hoping that he would not be in his office, and yet half hoping he was there. I was about to turn away when the door flew open. "Ahh, Karen. I thought I heard someone knocking. Come in, come in." Professor Steinley said grinning crookedly at me as he swiped his longish brown hair out of his hazel eyes. He stepped aside and gesturing for me to precede him. Professor Mark Steinley was one of the youngest professors, and also my favorite professor, in this hell called law school. He was about 35 years old and had a dark sense of humor, which most students did not understand. He was not what I would call classically handsome - his nose was a bit too large and his hair always looked as if he'd just been attacked by a wayward tornado. But there was something undeniably sexy about him, and I found myself drawn to his presence like a moth to flame. I had a sneaking suspicion that Professor Steinley was attracted to me as well, since I had found him staring unabashedly at my rather large breasts several times. I stepped into the Prof's office, and placed my backpack on one of the chairs in front of his desk, taking the other for myself. The office was crowded with law books, on the furniture, on shelves, and even stacked haphazardly on the floor. Professor Steinley came around a particularly precarious stack of books, seating himself behind his desk once again. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He asked. "Erm." I brilliantly stated. I had been planning this visit to Professor Steinley for weeks, but now that I was actually here I was unbelievably nervous. "Well. I, uh, first wanted to tell you just how much I enjoyed your UCC 2 class. It was wonderful." "Most students would disagree with that assessment." Professor Steinley laughed. He was not being falsely modest. UCC 2 was a class dealing with the law of sales, and was notoriously boring. "Well, that may be so. But I really did enjoy the class and I feel I learned quite a bit. And you made that possible, so I wanted to thank you." "I'm glad you feel that way." Professor Steinley said, glancing away from my intense gaze. I may have been mistaken, but it appeared to me he was actually blushing! Swallowing my nervousness, I pretended to be interested in a book on one of his shelves, '101 Things to Do With a Law Degree.' I stood, moving toward the book. "I am having a dilemma." I said, putting my fingertip on the spine of the book. "A crisis of sorts." "Oh?" Professor Steinley asked, glancing at the book. "A career dilemma, I take it?" "Not exactly." I said, swiveling to face the good Professor, and swinging the door shut with my hip as I did so. I began walking toward my Professor, smiling hungrily, and unbuttoning my shirt. "Uh." Professor Steinley said, frozen in his shock. "Er." "I can't sleep because I am consumed with wanting you. And when I do sleep, all I dream about is you." I said, moving around the corner of the desk as my shirt fell open to reveal my lace bra. Hiking up my miniskirt, I straddled Professor Steinley's lap, shoving my 38DDD breasts into his face. "Karen." Professor Steinley gasped. He tried to push me off of his lap, but his hands ended up caressing my breasts instead. I moaned quietly as he palmed my breasts, leaning into his touch. "We can't do this. I am your professor. It would be unethical." "You aren't my professor any longer." I countered, thrusting my crotch down against the growing bulge in his trousers. "And I am graduating this semester, so there is no danger of me taking another of your classes. Thus, there is no ethical problem here." I knew I was finessing the issue a bit, but I didn't much care. "I've seen the way you stare at me." I said, placing my hands over Professor Steinley's, and encouraging him to fondle and caress my nipples. "I know you've fantasized about me, and I know you want me. Tell me I'm wrong, and I'll leave right now." "You're..." Professor Steinley began. "You're, oh god help me, you're not wrong." Professor Steinley buried his face in my cleavage, muffling his next words. "I want you, I want to lick and suck your beautiful tits." Moaning, I ground my crotch harder against Professor Steinley's hardening cock. "I want you too, Mark." I whispered calling him by the name I had heretofore only called him in the recesses of my mind. "I want to suck on your cock first." I grinned, sliding off Mark's lap and onto my knees in the well of the desk. I reached for his zipper but he stopped me. "The door. I'd better lock it." Mark said, beginning to rise from his chair. "Don't worry about it." I grinned. "It's late on a Friday afternoon, there isn't anyone else here." I fondled his erection through the thin cloth of his khakis, encouraging him to retake his seat. I was worried that if I stopped for even a second, he'd think better of the situation, and I'd be thwarted without having my fantasy fulfilled. Grunting slightly, Mark fell back into his office chair, his hands dangling at his sides. I quickly grinned at him, receiving an encouraging smile in response. I unzipped his trousers and fished his hard cock out of his briefs. I licked at his cockhead, running the tip of my tongue along the sensitive ridge on the underside of his penis, then teased the little slit in the top. Mark groaned as I teased him, his cock pulsing in my hand. Unable to wait even a second longer, I quickly engulfed his rod in my mouth, laving his hot flesh. I sucked lightly at the head of his penis, sensitizing him further, before grazing him lightly with my teeth. He moaned again, and tangled his hands in my hair. I began to slide my mouth slowly up and down Mark's tantalizingly throbbing column of flesh. As I teased Mark relentlessly, I could hear his breathing getting heavier and his low, nearly inaudible, moans. I was almost unbearably aroused, and was nearly oblivious to everything except what I was doing right then. I felt Mark grab my head, stilling my movements, as a noise intruded into my arousal. Someone was knocking on the door. "Mark! Do you have a minute?" I heard Professor Winton call from beyond the door. "Shit!" I heard Mark gasp. I felt him sit up straight in his chair, and I was pushed just a bit further back under the desk. I thanked the tight budgets at the state University for not replacing the old-style desks with more modern ones as I heard Professor Winton enter the office. I was completely hidden in the well of the desk, my mouth still attached to Mark's now-somewhat-deflated cock. "Come on in Ken." Mark called. I heard the rustling of paper above me, and assumed that Mark had grabbed a document of some sort to strengthen the appearance that he was working. The door creaked open, and I heard Ken Winton flop down into the chair I had recently vacated. "Student left a backpack here, huh?" Professor Winton asked. "Students these days, I swear, so forgetful. I had one in my class this morning, he claims he left his textbook at his mother's house in California." "Yeah, students." Mark laughed. "What can I do for you Ken?" I began to suck lightly on Mark's cock, coaxing it back to full hardness as Ken Winton launched into a complaint about the quality of coffee in the teacher's lounge. Apparently the budget cuts at the University had forced the lounge to cut back on supplies, including buying good coffee. Mark gasped as I again grazed his cock with my teeth, interrupting Professor Winton's diatribe. "It is just shocking." Mark agreed, covering his lapse. "Something should be done." "So you'd support taking up a fund among the Professors to purchase some better coffee?" Professor Winton asked. "Certainly I would Ken." Mark sounded kind of breathless to me, from my perch under the desk. "I'd think the rest of the Professors would as well." "Excellent!" Professor Winton enthused. "Are you alright Mark? You appear a bit flushed?" "Oh, yes, thanks Ken. I am just fine. It's just a tad bit warm in here." Mark said quickly. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" Mark's voice rose on the last couple of words, as I sucked hard on his cockhead, and he quickly faked a hiccup to disguise his distress. "No, that's all I wanted to talk with you about...if you're sure you're ok?" "Really, doing just fine. I just need to finish up on this article I am editing." Again I heard paper rustling. "You'll forgive me if I don't see you out?" "Certainly." Professor Winton said, and I heard him getting up from the chair. "You should come over for dinner one night next week. Judy would love to see you." "I would be honored to come for dinner." Mark said, his breathing somewhat shallow and rapid. "Thank you." "Alright, good night then Mark." I heard the door shut behind Professor Winton as Mark quickly rolled his chair back and glared at me. He looked angry, but also amused as he stared at me huddled beneath his desk. I grinned and licked my lips, moving forward to once again take him in my mouth. "Uh uh." Mark said, quickly standing up, his erection a fiery shade of red as he moved toward the door. "Gonna lock that door right now. No one else here, yeah, right." Mark locked his office door then shut the lights off, before he moved toward me, slipping out of his loafers and letting his pants fall to the floor. His shirt and briefs quickly followed, and he motioned for me to come out from under the desk. "Come out of there little missy. You've been a very bad girl." I felt a frisson of arousal run down my spine and directly into my cunt at his words. I crawled from under the desk and slowly stood. "Get out of those clothes." Mark demanded, leaning against a bookcase and watching me closely. I hurried to comply, my shirt and miniskirt landing on top of my backpack, while my bra and thong panties landed at Mark's feet. "Very nice." Mark growled, circling me. He moved around, inspecting me from all angles, stroking his hands over my lushly curved body, even lifting my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I whimpered as he did this, feeling my knees go weak. Grabbing me around the neck, Mark forced me to bend at the waist over the back of the chair, my ass sticking up as my head went down into the chair seat. My pussy felt vulnerable, exposed as it was in this position. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you Karen?" Mark asked, running his finger along my wet slit. "Yes, Mark." I agreed, gasping into the cheap, tweedy upholstery. "Did I give you permission to use my first name?" Mark demanded, pinching my labia. "You may call me Professor." "Yes, Professor." I moaned. I wondered how Mark had figured out I liked to be dominated, and then it occurred to me that perhaps he didn't know, and wasn't even concerned about what I liked. In response to my musings, I felt another gush of wetness coat my cuntlips. "You like this, don't you Karen? You like being submissive. You want me to master you." Mark said, something akin to satisfaction in his voice, as he ran his fingers through my ever-increasing wetness. All I could do was moan softly. "I will need to punish you, but I cannot do it properly here. That will have to wait." Mark said softly, almost speculatively. "For now..." I felt Mark move away from me and heard him drop into his desk chair. "Get over here and suck my cock, you little slut." I stood and began to move toward him, but he stopped me with a short 'no.' I looked at him in confusion, and he motioned toward the floor. "Crawl to me." Happily I lowered myself to all fours and began to crawl toward my Professor. The way was a crazy maze of books, easy enough to negotiate on two feet, but much more difficult on hands and knees. "Don't let a single book fall." Mark cautioned. "Each one that falls will increase your punishment." I moved cautiously through the book-strewn floor, endeavoring not to knock any books from their perches. I was not altogether successful, as by the time I reached the clear area next to the desk three books had fallen. I crawled toward Mark, and began once again to suck his hardened rod. Mark thrust his pelvis forward as I began to bob my head up and down in earnest, sucking and licking his cock with a vengeance. Mark was moaning and grunting as I pleasured him, and I felt his cockhead stiffen as I lashed it with my tongue. Gripping the base of Mark's cock to control his thrusting, I relaxed my throat and on each down stroke took more and more of his cock into my throat. "Ohhhh fuck." Mark moaned as I worked the head of his prick with my throat. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Gonna come!" Mark's cock began to spurt, and I quickly drew back, sucking and licking as his hot come shot into my mouth. I sucked him clean, then continued to lick and tease him, since he hadn't told me to stop. He let me continue for a bit, until his cock once again began to stiffen, then I felt his hands tangle in my hair. He raised me to my feet, then leaned me back against his desk. I felt my elbow nudge a stack of books, sending most of them tumbling to the floor. "That's twelve more books. You must really want to be punished severely." Mark said, glancing over at the fallen books. He reached down, fondling my swollen pussy lips, and finding the wetness that had increased even as I was sucking his cock. "Yes, I think it is time to move this party to another locale." He mused, gathering up his clothing. "Get dressed, and I'll draw you a map to my place. But leave off the panties." I quickly scrambled into my bra, skirt, and shirt, as he tucked my panties into his trouser pocket. He gave me directions to his house on the outskirts of town, and looked deeply into my eyes as he made me promise to go directly there. "If I am not there when you arrive, you are to remove all of your clothing, leave it in your car, and wait for me on the back porch. Understood?" "Yes, Professor." I said, as he ushered me out of his office. Dazed, I retrieved my car from the parking lot and began to follow the directions he'd laid out for me. On the way, I began to wonder if I'd lost my mind. Here I was, driving to a Professor's house on a balmy southern Friday night, with every intention of having incredible sex with him. This wasn't turning out exactly the way I'd planned it. However, it appeared to be turning out even better. Mark's house was way out in the woods, down a dirt road and up a winding driveway. It appeared the nearest neighbor was about two miles away. Of course, he wasn't there when I arrived since I'd left the law school before he had. I sat in my car for a bit, pondering his instructions. He wanted me to wait on his back porch. Naked. Granted, there didn't appear to be anyone around. But I couldn't get my car around back, which meant I'd have to walk naked through his yard, and over to the back porch. I could just leave; drive around for about a half hour and then return when I was certain he was home. But the illicit thrill of being naked in his yard was a temptation I could not resist. I quickly shucked my clothes and then exited my car, moving quickly (but not quite running) toward the back of the house. I made it safely to the back porch, and sat there waiting for Mark in the deepening twilight, as the cicadas chirped and the lightning bugs came out to play. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was in reality probably about 45 minutes, the back door opened and Mark stood there, inviting me into his home. "Sorry it took so long. Professor Laslie stopped me on the way out of the building, and you know how he rambles." I had to laugh, as "rambling" is a very kind word to apply to old Professor Laslie. I stood, stretching languorously, and stepped into Mark's kitchen. Obviously feeling nervous and a little ill at ease, Mark offered me a drink. I accepted, and then drinks in hand, he gave me a quick tour of the house. Downstairs there was a library, a living room dominated by a large-screen television, the kitchen, a dining room and a bathroom. Upstairs, there was an exercise room, two guest bedrooms, another small bathroom and the master bedroom suite. The master bedroom was dominated by a huge sleigh bed, which upon further inspection, appeared to have been modified. There were eyebolts at evenly spaced intervals in the headboard, footboard and bed frame. Grinning, Mark took me back downstairs, and through a door I had assumed led to the pantry. Behind the door were stairs leading down to the basement, where Mark had his "dungeon." I gasped as we entered, as there was quite the array of bondage equipment, including a winch and pulley system hanging from the ceiling. I stopped in my tracks, my mouth gaping as I strove to take it all in. Mark came up behind me, and reached around to caress my breasts. "You were very good about following my earlier directions. However, there is still the matter of you teasing me while I talked to Professor Winton, and all those books you knocked over." He growled into my ear. I moaned and arched my back, offering myself to him as I laid my head on his shoulder. "Yes, oh yes. Please." I whimpered as he manipulated my nipples. "Please what?" Mark queried. "Please take me. Please make me yours." I cried, giving in to my impulse to surrender to this man completely. "Excellent." I heard Mark sigh, as he led me over to a St. Andrew's Cross placed against the far wall. He strapped my wrists and ankles to the large, X-shaped rack, facing me toward the wall. As soon as he had me attached, he leaned his entire body against me, running his hands along my sides. "You are mine? All mine?" He asked softly, his breath feathering the hair over my ear. "Yes Professor." I affirmed, feeling my muscles turn liquid as I relaxed against the length of his body. "The safeword is 'red.' Use it if you feel you must stop for some reason, whatever the reason. Our purpose here is not to hurt you, but to increase the pleasure for both of us. If you feel you need me to slow down for any reason, simply say 'yellow.' Understood?" "Yes Professor." I said again, gasping at the thrills already coursing through my blood. Mark stepped back and I heard him move toward a rack I had noticed earlier. The rack held a variety of whips, floggers, and paddles. I heard clinking of metal against metal, and I assumed he was searching for the implement he wanted. Then I felt him behind me again, one hand holding a leather handle near my face, and the other caressing my sensitive nipples. "This is a cat o'nine tails." Mark explained, showing me the multi-tailed whip. "It is my favorite whip." I could hear the grin in his voice. He stepped back and I could once again hear him moving around behind me. Light as a feather, I felt the blades of the whip move across my skin. They did not hurt or even sting, but I expected that would change very soon. Mark moved with a practiced hand, swinging the whip so its blades caressed me gently. I hardly noticed when the pressure increased, until the blades began to sting as they stroked across my skin. I gasped, my sensitized skin seeming to leap into flame beneath the stroking fingers of the whip. Still the pressure increased, and I screamed as Mark began to strike me in earnest, the cat's tails burning a path across my back, buttocks, and thighs. Just as I was about to cry out 'red,' I felt the intensity of the strikes lessen. My skin tightened as the nerve endings went crazy. Mark's strokes were now not much more than they were at first, and my body seemed to float on a haze of pleasure and pain combined. I was crying, but hardly noticed the tears, as Mark approached with a fur mitt and began to lightly stroke where the whip had left red lines. I sobbed as the pleasure flared up again, my over-sensitized skin sending crazed signals to my brain. My nipples were diamond-hard, and I could feel my clit throbbing in time with the throbbing from the stripes on my back. Mark put the mitt aside, and released my wrists and ankles from their bonds. He gently eased me away from the St. Andrew's Cross, cradling my body against his. My Professor Ch. 01 As an undergrad I was an engineering student at an average school and I was an average student. I always kid that on my diploma it reads "Graduated (just)". My grades left an awful lot to be desired. I took a few years off after graduation and played for a while in industry before going to graduate school. I call my undergraduate degree my mother's degree because of the attached "prestige" although I think it was largely in her head but she was proud of me so who am I to question it. I have to say that it has helped me make a decent living over the years as well. But graduate school, and its attendant degree, became what I called "my degree." I didn't do my graduate work in engineering, which would have been hugely helpful to my pocketbook, but in U.S. history which had become an avocation and true love. At the time I was working at M.I.T. and one of my co-workers suggested I should go to Harvard for my graduate work when he heard what I wanted to study. I told him he had to be kidding that I wasn't smart enough to get in. But when he told me how he had done it I decided to give it a try and sure enough, I got in. Now I should tell you that it is my opinion that the truly hard portion of Harvard lies in its undergraduate programs and its professional degrees, business, law and medical schools. Still, at the outset I was totally intimidated by where I had landed. I wanted so much to succeed and so feared failure. By the end of my first semester I had gotten all As and found I was up to the challenge. My focus became 19th century American reform movements but I was required to take a couple of other courses that were a little removed from this area. I found that I could actually combine the two by taking a women's studies course in a course called The History of Women and Women's Work. It was listed as a women's study course so I filled that requirement but since it was based on the women's movement as it was started by Elizabeth Stanton in 1840 I actually stayed with my reform movement agenda. The course was given by a woman name Dr. Lynn Holzman. Lynn was a Canadian from Calgary who had earned her degrees at Wellesley, Smith and Columbia and had landed a position in the Harvard History Department. The department at the time was chaired by a man who had won a Pulitzer Prize a few years before. Lynn was a pretty woman in her mid-30s, long curly brown hair and hid her body well beneath a cross between hippy style dress and the then popular Annie Hall look. So when the course started there were about twenty five women, two other men and me. By the time the course ended there were twenty four women and me. Half of those women wanted to cut my balls off and feed them to me as they were of the militant variety of feminist but the other half of the class, having detected those undertones, drew close in support. One of the requirements was that each student had to give a lecture on some subject after mid-term but still well before the end of the term. I went first and had chosen Margaret Sanger and her role in birth control and eugenics as much subject. Now the eugenics portion got added after Lynn had told me very strongly how much she disliked Sanger, pointing to her own Jewish background and saying Sanger's eugenics was key in Hitler's Germany. I should qualify my calling her Lynn by saying that from the very first I wanted to have some sort of relationship with her and that of course did develop. "Not only will I prove you wrong about her [Sanger] but I'll get you to like her," I challenged Lynn. "I'll tell you what," she retorted, "If you can just get me to change my mind about her I'll give you an A for the course." That was a challenge I couldn't refuse although I had taken all the challenges of grad school head on and done very well discovering my here-to-fore unknown knack for being an excellent researcher. But I was really pleased that she took an interest as such in what I was doing particularly since I had had a school boy crush on her from the first day of class. When she lectured I watched her lips move totally entranced with their form and movement. I also watched her eyes, dark and gorgeous. I have long been a sucker for the brains and beauty combination in a woman. But the other thing was I had never before had a crush on any teach I'd ever had. I suspect that's largely due to the fact that by the time I started noticing the opposite sex most of my teachers were either men or much older women who just didn't catch my eye. When I first saw her I guessed Lynn to be in her late 30s. I was 24 at the time and had never been so taken with an "older" woman. But there was something exotic and alluring about Lynn that I couldn't resist. "So how goes the research?" Lynn asked me one day after class on the steps of Grossman Hall as we were both departing. "I was just going over to Widener to get a couple of articles so I can start finishing up." "You're the only student who hasn't asked for help and I have to tell you, Peter, that's usually not a good sign." I was taken aback by her notice and felt a defensive mood coming over me but then I also thought I was really pretty pleased with what I had done thus far. Then I said to her, "Well, there is one thing I could use some help on." "What's that?" She asked looking a little pleased with herself. "Well, I'm not sure I entirely understand her relationship with Emma Goldman." "Great but I can't talk to you now about it." Lynn put down her valise and searched through it for her day planner and finding it flipped it open. "Can you meet tomorrow at 4:30?" "Sure," I replied. "Okay but they're doing some plumbing work in my office so we'll have to meet somewhere else." Lynn thought for a moment and then said, "How about we meet in the Grossman Library, there are some offices up there and I'm certain we can use one." "Great, I'll see you then." I said as Lynn put her day planner away and hurried off towards Widener Library. The truth was I didn't really need to understand more about Sanger's relationship with Goldman but I figured I could make points with Lynn so she'd look more favorably at my report. The next day flew by and I had to rush to the library to make my appointment on time. As it was, however, I arrived a few minutes early. As Lynn hadn't specified where to meet her I sat down at one of the tables near the door that leads into the library. A few minutes later Lynn hurried into the library. "Sorry I'm late," she said half out of breath. Everyone who went up to the fourth floor library of Grossman Hall did so by the stairs so Lynn's being out of breath was understandable. "But you're not late," I said looking at my watch, "it's just now 4:30." "That's sweet of you to say but I know I said we'd meet at 4:15 and now it's, well, I'm late." No matter how well you get along with a professor at Harvard it's never a good idea to argue with them when they "know" they're right. "Okay, so I've got us an office just down the hall." Lynn went into some detail about Margaret Sanger's role in birth control in the lower east side of New York and then Emma Goldman's involvement with the labor movement and the women of the lower east side. "So did they have an affair?" I interrupted Lynn. She seemed a little caught off guard by my question but quickly recovered and answered, "No, although there was no shortage of such rumors. Goldman, though not a promiscuous woman, did have her share of affairs. She surrounded herself with celebrities of the day such as Jack Reed, Eugene O'Neil to name a few and she was a little caught up in that. Sanger wasn't famous yet so I doubt Goldman saw her that way although it isn't unreasonable to suspect such as Goldman did equally like women." So Lynn continued on giving me some insights but really nothing that I needed for my lecture. But what this did present me with was a situation where I could stare into her eyes and enjoy being in her presence. More than once I found myself drifting far from what she was saying. "So does that help you?" Lynn asked. I noticed that only fifteen minutes had passed. "Yeah, it does," I lied, "I think it'll help with the direction of my lecture." We sat there silently for a few moments when Lynn asked, "Why do you keep looking at me that way?" "What way?" I replied defensively. "You know," she said looking for the right words. I decided at that moment to be honest and I was honestly terrified of what I was going to say. I fear mostly her reprisal. "You've got such beautiful eyes." Lynn blushed very noticeably and for once a woman not known for being at a loss for words she found herself in exactly that situation. "Thank you," she responded first looking down and then up to me. "I'd like to go out with you," I said to her shocking even myself with my words. "You're my student. I can't go out with you. It'd be wrong." "Why? I mean I'm not some poor undergrad looking to score an A." "I know but it's not ethical. Listen, I need to get going so if you don't have any more questions . . ." her words trailed off as she stood up and gathered up her belongings. I stood up too and then did something that, when I look back upon it now, I cannot believe I found the courage to do. I took Lynn's hands in mine and said as I looked into her eyes, "I just know you're a beautiful woman who I'd really like to go out with." Lynn looked quite flustered but gathered herself enough to say, "Listen, if nothing else there's an obvious huge age difference. How old are you?" So I told her and she continued, "I'm almost 15 years older than you, you could be my . . ." Lynn wasn't sure to go with it so I replied, "kid brother?" I hoped I had said it in a way that lightened up the situation. "No, I can't do it." "Oh come on," I whined just a little bit, "it'll be fun. We'll just go to the House of Blues or something." "The House of Blues?" Lynn queried. I had obviously struck a note with her. "You like the blues?" "If you're talking like the Allman brothers," I paused trying to think of another blues singer and saw Lynn's quizzical look. It occurred to me that somehow she didn't know who they were but then I followed with, "or someone like Muddy Waters, yeah, I love the blues." I could see acknowledgement come over her face and I knew I had said the right thing. "Okay, Friday night, we'll meet there, Dutch, agreed?" I felt a bit like she was playing the parent to me but I quickly agreed to her conditions. Friday was two days away and the time seemed to drag by. When we met there it was crowded but we got a table well to the rear of the room. I don't remember who was playing that night, someone named Big Jack I think, but I do remember we both ordered white wine and enjoyed the music. The situation was such that it pretty much required our sitting very close to each other which of course suited me. Somewhere during my second glass of wine I thought I felt her leg first brush up against mine and then it remained touching me. That little bit of a touch seemed electric to me and I dared not budge. Towards the end of that second glass of wine I found myself glancing more and more at Lynn, looking at her face, her eyes. I wanted to look at the rest of her body too but as usual she was wearing a very loose fitting blouse and dress. But still, I remember thinking how she looked like she was closer to 30 than 40. Somewhere during our third glass of wine I put my arm around her back. Lynn looked first away from me and then towards me and smiled albeit weakly. Still, I rationalized, she hadn't done anything to deter me so I took that to mean it was all right. A few seconds later I rubbed her shoulder a couple of times and stopped. She didn't say or do anything so again I took it as passive acceptance. I think it was somewhere around our fifth or sixth we both felt the urge only Lynn spoke first, "I need to find the lady's room." Her eyes were inches from mine when I said, "Okay, I need to go too but I'll wait until you come back so we don't lose our seats." Our eyes were still locked and just like one of those movie moments I took the opportunity to kiss her quickly and lightly. Lynn pulled back as if shocked but she didn't say anything right away. "Why did you do that?" She finally asked. I didn't know what to say and before I could collect my thoughts she got up and said, "I'll be right back." As soon as she returned I hurried off to the men's room. I expected her to say something about the kiss when I returned by she didn't. So once again I put my arm around her and again she didn't resist. I took that as tacit acceptance. I wanted her so badly at that moment and of course where we were didn't lend itself to much of anything more than what had already happened. The one additional thing I was able to do, and which she did rest, was running my hand through her hair as it hung on her shoulders. Although I couldn't believe she could feel very much from this she actually seemed to take pleasure in it and of course I was getting great pleasure from it. Finally we left and as we descended upon the streets of Cambridge on that cool spring evening I felt like a kid in high school who was out on a date with his new girlfriend. We had only gone a few steps when Lynn said, "Well, I need to be getting home." I wasn't nearly ready for the evening to end so I quickly said, "I'll walk you home." It then occurred to me that I really didn't know where she lived and my assumption that she lived somewhere near Harvard Square was probably way off base. "Thank you but it's not necessary. I just live over on Brattle Street." "If my father ever heard that I allowed you to walk home alone I'd get killed." I left out the part that my father had been dead for several years at that point so he was hardly in a position to object but my real point was, though poorly related, he expected me to act like a gentleman. "Well, I don't want your father killing you." I was going to fix my omission until she said that and decided to delay it for another time. Brattle Street lead right off Harvard Square into one of the nicer and pricier neighborhood of Cambridge. I hoped she lived at the far end of the street which was a least a mile by my calculations. As we walked we talked about the evening's concert sharing our thoughts on how well the performance had gone. Just as we were passing Longfellow's House Lynn stopped and looked at the house and said, "I love this house. I think it's the most beautiful house on the street." I didn't know how to respond except a mumbled agreement. As we stood there stare at the house I thought I felt Lynn lean into me just a bit from the side. My mind raced with thoughts of how best to take advantage of the situation. One of my thoughts was to do nothing which I quickly discarded as not being acceptable. Just as the moment I felt Lynn begin to move I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her so that she was looking into my eyes. I thought she might object so before she could I kissed her. As my mind adjusted to the moment I decided it needed to be something more than a peck so I kissed her with a slightly open mouth. At first she didn't respond but as I broke the kiss I brushed my lips back and forth against hers. Lynn responded to this by kissing me. That was all I needed to insert all the passion I could muster into our kiss and I could feel Lynn responding in like fashion. Our kisses had gone from simple and light to wet and passion filled. I had my hand in the small of her back and pulled her into me as much as I could. She in turn had her hand behind my head and was running it through my hair. Finally we broke our kiss and I said in a pant, "Oh my gawd you're wonderful." Lynn replied in a breathless fashion, "I haven't done that in, well, a very long time." I didn't know what to do or say next so I kissed her again with as much passion as before. This time I felt Lynn's hand run down my back over my ass and back up my side. As she was doing this I simply pushed a hand up between us and cupped her breast, a breast that had gone totally unseen and what I found was fairly firm full breast. Lynn gasped when I first touched her breast but her passion in the kiss continued unabated. Our moment was broken when someone in a passing car yelled out, "Get a room!" We broke our kiss and laughed. Lynn took my hand and we started walking again this time in silence. It was as if all the words had been expended but this silence was the friendly amorous sort that was most enjoyable. We walked for about a half mile and turned down Channing Street towards Mt. Auburn Hospital. About half way down the street she stopped and said, "This is me." I desperately didn't want the evening to end yet and since I couldn't think of anything to say I kissed her again. I was very pleased when she returned the kiss and accepted their escalation to the previous heights of passion. Finally she broke the kiss and said, "Listen, I need to get in. It's getting chilly out here and I'm sure you need to get home too." I wanted to give her this great answer that would get her to immediately understand how the evening needed to go on but instead I heard myself say a limp and almost pathetic, "no." We stood there in silence for a few moments. Finally Lynn said, "Well, I suppose you could come up for a cup of tea and get warmed up." In truth I hated tea and the last thing I needed was to be warmed up. If anything, I needed to be cooled down. I may have been a little naïve back then but I wasn't stupid and wasn't about to miss a chance to go inside with her. "I rent a room here and the old lady I rent it from is probably asleep so we need to be quiet." I agreed as she unlocked the front door and pushed her way into a very large living room. Lynn turned on a table lamp and led me off to the rear of the house and the kitchen. Lynn was about to turn on the stove under her tea pot when I pulled her around to me and said, "I have a confession. I really don't like tea." I didn't wait for a response instead I kissed her trying to once again light our fires and allow those of the stove to rest. Lynn seemed equally interested in kissing so things quickly escalated. My mind moved towards being more comfortable so remembering a sofa in the living room I led Lynn back to the living room and sofa where we continued our kissing. Now I felt like a kid back in high school kissing his girlfriend at her parent's house. I loved it! It wasn't long before I once again inched my hand up between us and over Lynn's breast. Again she didn't resist my advances so this time I took the opportunity to caress and squeeze her breast. I had only been doing this a few seconds when she put a hand between us and pushed herself away and said, "No, we can't do this." "Why?" I asked. Lynn seemed pressed for an answer but then said, "Because," and then paused and continued, "because Mrs. Cummings would be very upset if she found us here like this." "I thought you said she was asleep." "Well she probably is but . . ." "Well, we're being quiet so we won't wake her up or anything." I couldn't believe such a simple minded response would throw Lynn so but it did seem to have that effect. I took advantage of the pause in our conversation to resume our kissing. We probably kissed for ten minutes and the heat between us was noticeable. Then suddenly Lynn pushed me away and stood up and said, "I need to get to bed and you need to go home." Encouraged by how far things had progressed I got up and pulled her to me and said, "You don't want me to go do you?" I gave her a kiss, short but very warm and looked into her eyes. "No, I don't but you still have to go." "Huh?" "I don't know you and I don't go to bed with someone on the first date." "So this was our first date?" My Professor Ch. 01 Lynn was visibly thrown by my response but quickly gathered herself and said, "Well yes, I guess so." I smiled and pulled her to me and I could see her preparing to be kissed. I could tell she wasn't going to resist the kiss but I decided to do something a little different and hopefully something that would weaken her. I kissed her on her neck. First a few light kisses and then some more firm kisses that were followed by my licking her on her neck. The first time my tongue grazed the nape of her neck I felt her shudder and heard her moan. I licked and nibbled my way up to her ear, kissed her there and traced my tongue around her outer ear. Again she shuddered and moaned. I heard her mumble "we can't do this" but she made no attempt to push me away so I didn't stop. I went from one side of her neck to the other and again she moan and shuddered as I kissed and licked her neck. Again my hand made its way to her breast but this time she made no attempt to move it away. I did hear her say, "no don't" but as with the last time there was no attempt by her to stop me. Finally Lynn broke our kiss and took me by the hand. She led me out of the living room and up the front stairs. We turned left at the top of the stair and then quickly right into her bedroom. As she very quietly closed the door and locked it she turned to me and said, "Damn you're good. You must have to fight off the girls." It was my turn to blush a bit and I replied with, "No, actually I've only ever had two girlfriends and the last one ended it over two years ago." "Really, so who've you been practicing on?" "No one." Lynn started slowly unbuttoning her blouse and removed it. I watch feeling not quite so comfortable as I had. It suddenly occurred to me that the time had come to prove myself, that my seduction of her wasn't a mistake. Lynn then reached to her side and unbuttoned her dress and put it on a nearby chair with her blouse. I sat in a nearby chair and started by removing my shoes and then stood up to remove my pants. As I did so I saw Lynn reach behind her back and undo her bra. As she pulled it away from her body I became transfixed to her breasts. She seemed to have C cup breasts that sagged a little but not too badly. They still had a good deal of firmness to them and I was very pleased by what I saw. Before I knew it Lynn was stepping out of her panties and crawling between the covers of her king sized bed. I was standing there in my underwear and Lynn looking at me. I somewhat self-consciously slipped out of my underwear and just as I did noticed that I had a huge hard-on. At first I felt a little embarrassed but then as I saw Lynn smile as she looked at it I felt more at ease and slipped into the bed beside her. Lynn quickly wrapped her arms around me and we just hugged for a few moments. It felt really good and actually rather erotic as well. I could feel my hard cock pressing into her and it felt marvelous. Now I felt awkward so I kissed her attempting to quell those feelings. As Lynn passionately returned the kisses my fears subsided as my passions rose. For the first time I placed my hands on her naked breasts. They felt wonderful. Then I slipped one hand down between us to her pussy. As my fingers first touched her pussy lips she shuddered as if a chill had gone through her. I could feel her dampness and knew she was already quite aroused. The guy portion of me rose up in full force at that point as I felt happy that we had done so much foreplay already that we could get right to the intercourse portion. My cock was crying out for her pussy and so I obliged it by rolling over on top of her. My cock brush the hairs of her pussy. Lynn gave me an odd sort of look but said nothing and quickly replaced it with a smile. Pressed my cock very slowly into her pussy and she received me hotly. I remember having the fleeting thought that since Lynn was "so old" her pussy might not be tight but as I entered her I found her to be quite tight. I slowly pushed my cock into her pussy as far as it would go and then equally as slowly pulled it back out. I kept pressing my cock into her slowly thinking that in doing so I could forestall my orgasm. But I was so turned on by the situation and it had been so long since I'd had sex that I had only stroke her with my cock a few times when I could feel the cum rising from within me. I stopped dead. "What's the matter?" Lynn asked. "I don't want to come too quickly." I said very seriously. Lynn smiled and said, "Don't worry about it." As I lay there quite still with my cock buried in Lynn's pussy I decided to grind my crotch against hers. Lynn responded very strongly to this and although the sensation to my cock was nearly what it was when I was going in and out of her it was still very arousing. It wasn't long before I was again pushing my cock into her and of course I almost immediately felt to cum rising in me. This time I didn't fight it so I quickly changed my pace from slow to very fast and very hard. I started coming almost immediately and said as much to her and very strongly. I saw Lynn close her eyes as if she were going to come too but she didn't and as my orgasm subsided she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I looked into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry I came so quickly." "Like I said, don't worry about it. After all, we're just getting started aren't we?" I didn't know exactly what she meant but I had some ideas. My Professor Ch. 01 Mark turned me in his arms and kissed me then, a deep, intense kiss that spoke of possession and pleasure that could be had in his arms. I twined my arms around his neck, giving of myself wholly as I kissed him. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to be completely and utterly his. As he broke the kiss, I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around his hips. I pressed my lips against the bulge in his trousers, dampening his pants with my tears and with my kisses. Still not speaking, Mark led me to his bedroom. After tying me spread eagle to the bed, and placing a pillow under my ass, Mark shucked his clothes and stretched out next to me on the bed. His erection pressed into my hip as he ran his hands over my body. He tweaked my nipples, pulling and pinching them, then stroked them lightly. The varying stimulation had my tits throbbing as I cried for more. He stroked his hand lightly down my body, his fingers sliding along my wet slit, separating my cuntlips and lightly brushing my aching clit. My hips were propped upon the pillow, and my back was slightly arched, causing my pussy to be completely open to him. Mark took full advantage of this, unhurriedly exploring my crevice. I could feel his fingers coaxing even more moisture from my cunt, as he stroked my inner labia. I jerked involuntarily against my bonds as he manipulated my pussy, and I cried out his name, begging for him to make me come. "Not yet, my dove. Be patient." Mark grinned as I moaned and begged. Moving his fingers up my slit, Mark firmly tapped my protuberant clit, sending sparks shooting through me. I gasped, straining my hips upward, movement impeded by my restraints and the pillow underneath me. "You're such an exciting little slut." Mark whispered in my ear. "I just knew you'd be a firecracker." He continued to tap rhythmically on my clit as he whispered to me, and I felt my body straining closer and closer to orgasm. "Do you want to come? Tell me how bad you want it." "Oh. Oh oh oh. Please, please let me come." I gasped, arching my back even further as Mark's finger began to make tight circles around my clit. "I need it. I need you. Oh, please, please, please." I begged, my voice trailing off into gasping sobs. Mark began nibbling on my neck and ear as his magical fingers played in my slit, and I knew that if he continued I would come. I felt every muscle in my body go taut as a bowstring, and then I was coming all over his hand. Dimly I heard someone screaming, and realized it was me, but I was too wrapped up in the pleasure I was experiencing to care. The orgasm rolled through me, and seemed to last forever. But when I finally relaxed as my orgasm subsided, I felt Mark move between my legs and shove his cock inside me. He felt incredibly hard and he immediately began thrusting rapidly, gripping my hips as he slammed into me. His pelvic bone smacked into my clit with each thrust and I felt myself spiraling out into another orgasm as he fucked me. Mark grunted, shoving his cock deep inside me as I came, and I felt his cock spurting inside me. Gasping, Mark leaned down over me. "Damn, you are one hot bitch. I've never come so fast." He began to kiss me then, deep tongue kisses punctuated by his licking my neck and face. His cock seemed to deflate some, but he did not withdraw. Relaxing, I eagerly returned Mark's kisses, and felt my body crying out for more. As we kissed, I felt his cock begin to stiffen inside me. The sensation of his penis growing inside my pussy was incredible. I could feel my cunt walls conforming to his rapidly expanding penis, making a tight sheath that allowed me to feel every ridge, every pulse of his cock. Mark groaned into my mouth as he reached full erection, then he began to slowly slide his cock in and out of my channel. The sensation of being completely filled did not leave me, as my pussy squeezed his pulsating rod. I again felt myself climbing toward orgasm, and I wrapped my legs around Mark's hips and began to thrust upward at him, urging him to go faster. Mark rose up onto his knees, thrusting into me, and captured my clit between his thumbs. I screamed again, as he roughly massaged my clit. I felt my pussy caressing his thrusting cock, and then I was coming again. As I came, time seemed to lose its cohesiveness, and I gave myself up completely to the sensation of being wholly dominated and the pleasure I was experiencing. I lost track of how many orgasms I had, and in the end I felt as if I was simply one mass of nerves, concentrated in my clit and cunt. After what seemed like hours, I came back to my senses to find Mark stretched out on top of me, both of us sweat-soaked and panting. His rapidly deflating cock was still buried inside me, and he was gently biting my tender nipples. I was moaning and my throat felt incredibly raw, as if I had been cheering for hours at the most exciting football game ever. My pussy gave one last shuddering clench as Mark withdrew from inside me, and I moaned again, wishing for more even as I realized just how exhausted I was. Mark untied me, and curling me into his arms, he kissed me once more and promptly fell asleep. I had questions, but figured they could wait as I dropped off into sleep as well. My Professor Ch. 02 As I looked at Lynn's naked body in the low light of her bedroom I was fascinated by it. She didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on her and although she wasn't firm as someone who exercised a lot she wasn't flabby either. Lynn was just lying on her side watching me as I touched her body. I couldn't help but squeeze and caress her breasts and then I'd run my hand down over her belly and brush her pussy. She twitched a little when I touched her there. "So do you like what you see?" She finally asked. "Well, yeah, of course I do. But can I ask you something?" "Sure." "How come you never got married?" Lynn chuckled and said, "Well, until I was 26 I was in school all the time and didn't have time for more than an occasional date. Then I got hired to teach at Mt. Holyoke and when I turned 30 I got an invite from Harvard and that was something I couldn't turn down. I spent my first few years here getting settled, getting published and of course getting women's studies accepted." As I caressed her breasts again I said, "It's just you're so beautiful and I just thought some guy would haven't gotten you by now." "Well, some guy almost did. A couple of years ago I was dating a guy who's a ballplayer. But after a while I found he loved himself more than he'd ever love me." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Oh don't be, I'm not. It taught me what I don't want and also what I do. And what I want right now is some more of you." Lynn's hand crept down to my crotch and grasped my flaccid penis. I felt more than a little embarrassed. It seemed so small and unresponsive. "Well now, let's see what we can do about this," Lynn said as she moved her head down to my cock. First she blew on it and her hot breath felt quite good. "Oh, what have we here," she said as she got a little closer to it and touched the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue. I could see my pre-cum thread between her tongue and my cock as she pulled away slightly and so, "Yummy, tastes delicious." I couldn't believe this woman who had such a presence in a prestigious college classroom could now seem like some much of a slut, and as I thought the word slut I found it turning me on. She seemed totally transformed from even a few hours ago. "Oh Lynn, wow, you're good," I moan as she ran her tongue around the head of my cock. "Well, we've got to get him up again now don't we," she said in an almost childlike voice. Then she swallowed my cock. I could feel the head of it hit the back of her throat and then she was able to rub the bottom of my cock with her tongue. I moan really loudly as she did this. "Wow, where did you learn to do that?" I moan as she released my cock from her mouth. I her most breathy voice Lynn said, "Daddy always said that if you like doing something then you should do it really well. I read a lot." Her last sentence came out sort of deadpan. Lynn descended back down on my cock and began sucking on it in earnest. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly and I responded fairly quickly getting about as hard as I could much sooner than I thought I could. But then at 24 it really doesn't take all that much now does it. "Do you like this?" She asked softly. "Uh huh," was all I could mumble out as I was transfixed to her ministrations of my cock. Then she took one of my balls in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Until then no one had ever done that and as she did it she gently scraped a fingernail over my scrotum. The sensation was intense and as erotic as anything I'd ever felt. I now knew the meaning of Nirvana. She moved from one ball to the other and then ran her tip below my balls over my scrotum and almost all the way to my asshole. I never knew things were quite so erotically sensitive there but oh my were they ever. Then suddenly she stopped and said, "Okay, my turn." Lynn moved back up to the top of the bed, lay flat on her back and turned her head towards me. She was totally irresistible. Slowly I moved down and got between her legs. She was a woman of the day, her pussy hair not trimmed but even though it was rather hairy it looked very inviting. I pushed my fingers through her pussy hair to move it aside and open up her pussy as I lowered my head. I could smell her scent but then I smelled something else. It was me and I reared back and looked up into her eyes. "I can't do it." I said plaintively. "Why?" She asked and I feared I'd have to be embarrassed by telling her. But then after a few seconds it came to her. "Ooooooh," she said, "you don't want to taste yourself, is that it." I nodded. "Okay," she said as she jumped up from the bed, "I'll be right back" she said as she disappeared through the bathroom door. A couple of minutes later she reappeared and jumped back on the bed and as she did she said, "Okay, all better." I quickly got back between her legs and this time as I descended towards her pussy the only scent I smelled was that of a light perfume she'd added to herself. Then she said something that totally surprised me for any number of reasons, "I'm rather hairy down there aren't I?" "Well," I stumbled not wanting to say what I thought. "Yeah, I know I am. And I know what you're thinking. I do believe in feminism but that doesn't mean I don't think a woman can't be feminine at the same time. You did notice that my legs and arm pits are shaved." Actually I hadn't thought of it that way until that moment but of course I bobbed my head up and down in agreement. "Okay, so let's go do something about this." She said as once again she jumped up from the bed. I didn't move not certain what she was suggesting. When she saw me stalled on the bed she said, "Well come on, we can't shave it out here now can we and I'm going to need your help after all." Her bathroom was typical of old houses. The bathtub itself was an old one the type that has feet on it. Lynn turned on the shower and got in under it but was careful not to get her hair wet. "Mmmm, this feels good. Now, how should we go about this? I know, why don't you get the shaving cream over there and you can sit between my legs and shave me." "You want me to shave you?" I asked incredulously. "Sure, why not? You shave yourself right so why should my tender spots be any different from yours?" She said this with a certain wicked look on her face. I retrieved the shaving cream and a razor that was sitting on her sink and got into the bath tub and sat down between her legs. Lynn let the water cascade over her shoulders and down her body. It was really quite the sight. I put a bunch of shaving cream on my hand and then reached out to rub it into her pussy. As I was putting it on it became obvious that it wasn't going to work because the water was just washing it away. Lynn took a half step forward and I tried again. This time it worked quite well. With her pussy well lathered with the shaving cream I gently placed the razor at the top of her pussy and tried shaving it just as I would my face. "You know," I said, "we probably should have clipped it back as much as possible with a pair of scissors first." Lynn agreed and directed me to the scissors she had. With her pussy free of soap again I gently started clipping at her hair. At first I just tried to clip it as it stood but then found I had to grasp it with one hand and clip it with the other. Things proceeded fairly easily from there. As I clipped around her pussy lips I found it necessary to hand brush her hair in one direction which meant my hand was rubbing her pussy lips. Several times Lynn reacted with a shudder when I touched her there a certain way. Once she buckled her knees slightly and thereby spread her legs some and her pussy at the same time as if to invite my hand inward. It was too tempting to pass up so I gently ran my fingers just inside her pussy. She moaned softly as I did so. This had become far more erotic than I had imagined it would be. Finally the hair around her pussy was quite short enough to use the razor. This time I was easily able to shave her hair away from her pussy. I went particularly slowly and delicately as I shaved next to her pussy lips. Where the hair was growing right on the pussy lips I went slowest and moved as closely as I could so I could do a good job. Even though her pussy had been washed her scent was arising from it and it was quite noticeable now and quite nice. Before I was actually done shaving her I could stand it no longer and pushed my face into her pussy and began licking her. Lynn moaned immediately when I did this and as I continued to lick her pussy I felt her sway first to one side and then the other. One time when she swayed I noticed she had to put a hand out on the wall to steady herself. The taste of her pussy was delicate and delicious. I was really enjoying running my tongue up and down her pussy and playing with her clit. Each time the tip of my tongue ran over her clit it seemed to get a little harder and each time she moaned as my tongue touched it. I wanted to try and press my tongue into her so I grabbed her by her ass checks and tried to push it into her. I don't know if she was too tight or my tongue too weak but I could only get the smallest portion of the end of my tongue into her but even so it felt like the most erotic thing I had ever done and I was fully erect as a result. One time as I tried to push my tongue into her my fingernails inadvertently dug into her ass and instead of crying out in pain she moan quite a bit louder. It occurred to me that she liked it a little rough. So as I returned to her clit and sucked it into my mouth I also tried scraping my fingernails across her ass carefully listening for her objection. "Oh my gawd that feels so good! Where did you learn to do that?" Lynn exclaimed in totally breathy moan of pleasure. I couldn't find it within myself to own up to the fact that I'd learned that seconds before on her but I took it as something to continue and so I did. Each time my fingernails slowly scraped across her ass she seemed to moan a little louder and the movement of her hips changed from side-to-side to her thrusting them forward into my face as if to force my face deeper into her pussy. "Oh don't stop!" She suddenly exclaimed as she put her hands behind my head and held me firmly to her pussy. I had no intention of stopping but moved more animatedly between sucking her clit into my mouth and running my tongue up and down her pussy. Then suddenly she was coming and screaming out things I never thought I'd hear from her such as, "Oh fuck me Peter! Yes, don't stop, fuck me!" It seemed an odd thing to say but it didn't slow me down in the least and seconds later I heard her exclaiming even more loudly that she was coming. Just as her orgasm seemed to be subsiding and I thought I could give my mouth a rest she shouted that she was going to come again and so I focused on sucking on her clit entirely. That seemed to drive her through the roof and she actually squealed, "Oh fuck yes, I'm coming harder!" I thought such squeals were reserved for poorly performed porn flicks but I found out otherwise. Finally she let go of my head and I moved slightly away from her. Lynn looked down at me as said, "I want you in me," and as I paused without responding she exclaimed, "Now!" I stood up quickly and tried to enter her in a standing position. It became quickly apparent that our difference in height combined with the slipperiness of the tub was not going to allow for this. Lynn got out of the tub quickly and then bent over it with her hands on its side and said, "Do me like this." This is a woman I had only seen using very exacting and proper language and now it was if a totally different woman were speaking for her. In some ways I suppose that was the case. I had never fucked a woman from behind at that point so as I got out of the tub I was a little unsure of myself. I found, however, that the position of her pussy was perfect for me to push my cock into. As I eased my cock into her I could feel the muscles of her pussy clutching at my cock. The soft velvetiness of the walls of her pussy also had a firm strength to them that seemed to suck me in. So I slowly stroked her at first. But then she asked me to go faster and so I did and she asked me to go faster still and so I did until I could her my balls and hips slapping against her ass. But then she asked again for me to go harder still and so I literally slammed myself into her fearing I'd hurt her and yet almost as soon as I did she let out a loud moan and yelped that she was coming. To my surprise as she mouthed those words I suddenly felt the surge from within me and from deep within my most primal places I yelled, "Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna come too!" I kept fucking her for as long as I could, for as long as I was even somewhat hard and although neither of us came again it still felt really good. In the end we both padded silently back to the bed and collapsed on it. Neither of us said a word for a good ten minutes. We both spent some time just catching our breath. And then after a while when I was facing her and she me I opened my mouth to say something and Lynn took her finger and placed it over my lips and shook her head and said, "Don't say a thing. Let's just go to sleep okay?" Well of course I didn't object and I didn't stay awake for much longer either. We both slept late the next morning, Lynn scouted outside the door when it was time for me to leave to assure her landlady saw nothing. We did continue to see each other but infrequently. Her schedule was such that most of her time was taken up with classes and related things. When we did get together we played like kids who'd just discovered sex. I gave my lecture and got my A. Lynn told me afterward she was fully prepared to give me less than an A, much less if necessary, however I had actually been able to convince her that Sanger was more of the woman I said she was and not the eugenicist Lynn had always thought of her as. Right after the end of the term as we were both looking forward to the summer Lynn's father died which required, of course, that she return to Canada. Her stay became extended and then one thing led to another. We had never said anything about a committed relationship and so we drifted apart. I started dating other women and Lynn didn't return to the U.S. for almost a year and I only heard about that second hand. I'm not sure which of us didn't respond the last time but it doesn't matter. That was a long time ago now and it remains a very dear memory. A few years ago I was in a local fish restaurant, a very good one, with a date when I saw Lynn come in with another woman. She still looked good and still dressed much the same and I noticed that she didn't have any sort of a wedding ring on her finger, not that that proves anything but I still think it's an indicator. Even though Lynn sat one a couple of tables away she didn't seem to notice me or if she did she didn't say anything but then neither did I. Life goes on and those of us who are fortunate in the way I have been get to smile when reminded of our past.