5 comments/ 12514 views/ 2 favorites My Coming Out - Another Look Back By: AtlantaGirl487 Ah! At last! Thank Heaven that it's finally autumn in Atlanta! The summer here in Atlanta this year was positively brutal and I didn't think it would ever end. However, now, the weather is absolutely gorgeous and I feel really great. It goes without saying that it's now time for FOOTBALL (yea!) which is something of a religion here in the South. Time for tailgate parties and a few weekend trips back to our Alma Mater, The University of Georgia in Athens (Go Dogs!). Of course, my husband, Gary, and I are huge fans. Although we're not season ticket holders, we usually manage to score tickets to just about every home game so; I was at my computer trying to find tickets for that weekend's game. I was at the UGA website, looking for ticket information when I saw the tab for UGA faculty members. I leaned back in my chair and wondered to myself, "I wonder if HE is still there?" Following the links, I tracked through the web site to the appropriate department and, sure enough, HE was still there. (OK, at this point, I have to be concerned with protecting his identity, so from here on out I must refer to him only as Professor 'X'. I would certainly never do anything to jeopardize his position.) I stared at the name for a few moments and my memories went back to a time and a place that I will never forget. As I gazed at the name, I stifled a chuckle and shook my head. Had THAT really happened? Had I ACTUALLY done that? (Another quick aside; I have to apologize to my readers whom I inadvertently lied to in my first story. I said then that, during my time at UGA, I had never indulged in a one night stand. Technically, I was correct; my experience with Professor 'X' was a "one afternoon stand". Whew! I'm glad I got that out of the way!) My thoughts were interrupted by my husband who had just walked in, "Hey, what's so funny?" My face reddened as I looked up at him. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking about something that happened back at school." "Nothing, my butt", was Gary's reply. "Come on. Give. What were you laughing about?" I leaned back further in my chair. "Well, you remember, I told you that I was involved with one of my Professors. I told you about it shortly after we met." Gary thought for a few seconds. "Oh, yeah, right. Now I remember. It was just for one time, right?" "Right", I replied. "Just seeing his name reminded me of the time that we, you know, got together." Suddenly a silence came over the room as Gary and I just looked at each other. "Well?" he finally said, "Are you going to tell me about it and why you have that smile on your face?" I looked back at him trying to think of how to explain what had happened. Finally, with a slight smile on his face, Gary queried, "Is it something that's worth a story?" I laughed out loud, "You know, I think you're right. Now, go away and give me a few days to put it down on paper." And so, "Dear Readers", this is what happened. It was during my junior year at UGA, during the spring semester, that I first encountered Professor 'X'. I had never seen him before but I decided that I would take his class as an elective since it would probably help me further down the line in my career. I can't tell you the course or even the department that Professor 'X' was in because someone familiar with UGA would probably be able to guess his identity. However, I can tell you that the course was (and is) definitely not one that students took to pad their GPAs. In fact, the course was downright brutal; a real nightmare. Still, this didn't intimidate me when I registered for the course and I was determined to be ready for it from my first day in class. On that first day, I walked into the classroom and, for the first time, saw Professor 'X'. It sounds stupid now, but I think my jaw dropped immediately. I mean, if a man could ever be described as "ridiculously handsome", it was Professor 'X'! He was obviously of Mediterranean descent; olive skinned with thick, curly black hair and dazzlingly brilliant white teeth which were apparent every time he smiled. He appeared to be in his mid-forties but his stocky build didn't appear to have one trace of fat. And, that great build was further accented by his impeccable taste in clothing. I believe that in every class he wore a turtle neck with an obviously expensive sport jacket, looking every bit the learned college professor he was. I took a seat in the fourth or fifth row of the classroom, trying hard not to stare at the Professor. It wouldn't have mattered. From the very first day, Professor 'X' was surrounded by three blonde sorority sisters who flitted around him like flies around honey. I hated all three of them right away. I mean, they were SO obvious! It was plain to see that all three of them were "rich bitches", I mean, even though it was still early in the year; all three had deep tans which became even deeper after the Spring Break (I figured that they had gone to Cancun or someplace like that). At any rate, they wore their little sun dresses showing their ample cleavage and sat in the front row with their legs crossed showing everything but, well, you get the picture. I sat next to a street wise Puerto Rican chick who referred to them as "Las Tres Putas". I don't speak Spanish but I think it loosely translates to "The Three Whores". I agreed with her a hundred percent. Maybe I was wrong but I figured that they wouldn't be above screwing Professor 'X' for a passing grade in the course. Yes, yes, I know; that stuff isn't supposed to go on in college but it does, no matter how much the school administration denies it. There have been a hundred polices written at UGA that are supposed to forbid any hanky panky between faculty and students (especially when it comes to grades) but it still happens. As for me, I would rather have flunked out of school than screwed a professor for a grade and I suppose that's what made me hate the "Sorority Sluts" even more. (As you might have guessed, I wasn't in any Sorority!) Be that as it was, I buckled down and burned a little midnight oil to get through the course. As a matter of fact, I ACED that sucker! However, it just so happened that during the last week of classes I was invited to an afternoon party, so I had to "dress up" a bit since the event was going to start shortly after Professor 'X's class. As I entered the classroom (in my own little sun dress) and made my way back to my regular seat in the middle of the classroom I looked up and saw Professor 'X' gazing intently my way. Like a complete dork, I looked around; "OH MY GOD, IS HE LOOKING AT ME?" There was no doubt; that gorgeous hunk WAS looking at me! As I sat down, I crossed my legs and smiled at him. Showing those brilliant white teeth, Professor 'X' smiled back at me. All I could think of was, "Oh......My......God!" For the rest of the class, I could see Professor 'X' occasionally look my way. I briefly thought about approaching him on the way out of class but, naturally, the "three whores" quickly grouped around him, so I made my way out of the classroom and to my party. That was the last time that Professor 'X' looked my way so I chalked the whole thing off as a "nothing" event. So, I aced my final (and the course) and forgot about Professor 'X'. As the spring semester ended, I registered for a couple of classes during the summer session and resumed my job at the campus book store. In the middle of July, I was behind my computer at the store, busily entering some book orders when a somewhat familiar voice interrupted me, "Why, hello Lisa." I looked up and to my complete shock looked into the face of Professor 'X'! I could feel my cheeks getting red. This was the closest I had ever been to him! "MY GOD, HE'S EVEN MORE HANDSOME UP CLOSE!" was all that I could think. I jumped to my feet as Professor 'X' smiled at me and reached his hand out. I put my own hand out, hoping that he wouldn't notice how it was shaking. He continued to smile at me. "I thought I remembered you. You know that you were one of only two "A's" that were awarded for that class. I was very impressed with your logic and reasoning on your final." "Oh, I, well, thank you, oh, well, thank you," I stammered. "OH MY GOD, I'M SUCH A DORK!" I screamed to myself. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Professor 'X' continued smiling, "Well, you did very well and I just wanted to compliment you. Also, I need to special order three books. Can you take my order?" "Oh, gosh. I'd be glad to!" was my response. Professor 'X' gave me the titles and authors for the three books and I entered the information into my computer. "These should be in, in about five to seven days." "Oh, that's very good", he replied, still smiling. He hesitated and continued, "Tell me, would you please call me immediately when they come in? I mean, could you personally call me?" "Oh, of course. I'd be glad to," my words stumbled out. "I'll call you, first thing." "That's fantastic," he said. "I'll look forward to your call." With that, he waved farewell and left. I think I gawked at him until he was completely out of sight. I felt like banging my head against my computer. I had acted like a star struck teenager! A few days later, I was again at my work computer when a message appeared that a number of my special orders had come in. I went back to the receiving area, picked them up and returned to my desk. As I was checking the orders, I noticed that the books that Professor 'X' had ordered had arrived. I looked up his telephone number and called him. When I identified myself Professor 'X' sounded pleased, "Lisa, I'm so glad to hear from you. Do you have my books?" I responded that I did and that he could pick them up anytime. There was a brief silence and then he replied, "You know, I'm really sort of in the middle of something and, well, would it be too much trouble for you to deliver them to me?" Well! Now that WAS a shock! I thought quickly and replied, "I suppose I could, except that I don't have a car. Where do you live?" Professor 'X' sounded disappointed, "Oh, that's a shame. I live all the way over in the ....... Apartments". I knew exactly where it was. It was just off campus and not more than a couple of miles from the bookstore. "Hey, that's no problem," I replied. "I'll be glad to bring them over. I don't mind a little walk." His voice took on a more positive tone, "Lisa, that would be fantastic! When can I expect you?" I told him that I would be getting off work shortly; that it wouldn't take me more than an hour and that I would be there by 4:00 PM. Now, he sounded really pleased, "I'm looking forward to seeing you." To a lot of students, walking that distance would have been a real pain. However, to me, it was nothing. I've always loved to walk for both the relaxation and the exercise. Even today, Gary and I take frequent hikes up in the North Georgia mountains and it's nothing for us to walk ten or even fifteen miles. So, at quitting time, I tucked Professor 'X's books into my backpack, laced up my Adidas, put on my baseball cap (UGA with the Bulldog logo, naturally) and headed out. It was a fairly cool day (for July) and the walk was very pleasant. I arrived at Professor 'X's apartment building and went into the lobby. Although I had been past the building several times, I had never been inside. I was totally blown away; it was absolutely luxurious! As the heavy glass door closed behind me, all the street noise disappeared. The air inside was cool and fresh; the walls were covered with mirrored tiles and there was a small fountain with gently circulating water. I climbed the thickly carpeted stairs to the second floor and walked down the hallway to Professor 'X's apartment. I was right on schedule; even a couple of minutes early. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately and there stood Professor 'X' wearing, of all things, a dark blue cashmere robe. At first, I was a bit taken aback but I quickly recovered when he flashed that gorgeous smile, "Lisa, I'm so glad you could come over. Please come in." I stepped into the apartment and looked around. My gosh, what a palace! The place was fantastic! The floor was covered by the deepest shag carpet that I had ever seen; the walls were covered with all styles of art and the furniture was absolutely impeccable. The lighting was just right; not too dim and not too bright. To say I was impressed would have been the understatement of the year! Professor 'X' pretended not to notice the way I was gawking around as he examined the books that I had taken from my backpack, "Oh yes, these are exactly what I need for my research. I'm so glad that you were able to bring them over." "Oh, I was glad to", was my stuttering response, "I suppose I should be going." He smiled back at me, "Oh, don't be in a hurry. I was just about to make myself a drink. Can I make you a White Russian? Do you like them?" "Oh yes. That's my favorite drink." I blurted out. Oh yeah, right, my favorite drink. In all my years, I had never had anything but beer and wine (and, cheap wine, at that)! "Oh, good", Professor 'X' smiled, "I'll make one for each of us." As he prepared the drinks, I continued to look around. It was like another world to me. Professor 'X' brought the drink to me, motioned me to a chair and seated himself across from me. I could see him glancing occasionally at my legs as we chatted. He obviously liked what he saw as I was wearing a pair of extremely short grey shorts. I smiled back at him and sipped at the drink. Although it was very sweet, I think I finished the drink in less than ten minutes. I began to notice that there was a very warm sensation in my stomach and my conversation soon began to be punctuated with a giggle (or two). The Professor didn't miss a beat, "Would you like another one?" I nodded and handed my glass to him. As he made another drink, I walked over to look at some of the beautiful art work on the wall. While I was looking, I noticed that the warm sensation in my belly was getting even warmer and that my legs were a bit woozy. That was SOME strong drink! The Professor finished preparing my drink and I walked over to take it from him. He looked into my eyes and then down and said, with a smile, "Lisa, are you cold?" "No", was my puzzled response. Then I looked down to where his gaze was fixed. My nipples were so hard that they could have been seen from clear across the room! I mean, I was wearing a sheer bra with just a white tee shirt, so it would have been impossible to miss them! I giggled furiously, "Uh, no, I'm not cold. I mean, maybe." Professor 'X' broke out laughing, "Oh, that's OK." As I took the drink and began sipping it he again looked at my erect nipples, "Actually, they're quite attractive." I could fell the heat in my face. I murmured back, "Thank you." We went back to our chairs and for the next few minutes made some small talk. Now, however, the atmosphere was getting a bit heavier. The Professor now seemed to be looking at my legs and breasts with even more interest. I quickly finished my second drink. The alcohol was really taking effect. "How about one more?" he asked. I quickly nodded, "Just one more." I stood up and reached out my empty glass. Professor 'X' took my glass but, instead of going to make another drink, he placed both our glasses on a table and bent to kiss me. I was certainly in no mood to resist. I may have mentioned it before but there are some guys who just do not know how to kiss. It's tough for me to explain but suffice it to say that these guys are either too rough or too soft or are too busy trying to ram their tongue down my throat. Professor 'X' was nothing like that. Just like everything else about him, his kiss was perfect. I shivered as his strong hands grasped my upper arms. The light aroma of his cologne was almost as intoxicating as the two stiff drinks that I had gulped down. He leaned back slightly and brushed the back of his hand across my stiff nipples. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. This was totally different from most of the grabby college guys I had dated; this was someone who clearly knew their way around a woman's body! Still smiling, he stepped back from me and seated himself looking up at me. "Lisa, why don't you remove your top?" I looked down at him. All I could think was, "Uh Oh, I didn't expect this." I knew where this was going. A small part of me felt some apprehension; however, the combination of the surroundings, the alcohol, and my utter awe of being the object of his attention overrode everything else. I crossed my arms and pulled the tee shirt over my head. Then, reaching my hands behind me, I unclasped my bra and shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor. I was totally unsure of what to do so I put my hands on my hips and smiled down at him. Professor 'X' was clearly enjoying the view. "Lisa, you have very beautiful breasts." I suppose it was due to the alcohol but all I could do was giggle like a school girl. As I said, most of what I had experienced (sexually) up until now was grabby college guys whose first thought was just to get into my panties. I was almost totally unaccustomed to a man who knew how to take their time. He continued looking up at me for a few seconds and finally spoke in that deep authoritative "professor" tone, "Lisa, I want you to slowly walk over to the wall and back again." My eyes widened. No guy had ever asked me to "model" for him! I kept my hands on my hips and did as he requested. It was only a short distance but I walked as slowly as possible. It took me more than a few seconds to do as he requested. I completed my walk and returned to stand directly in front of him. As I looked into his eyes I could see that his normal calm demeanor was clearly being replaced by something else. He was no longer smiling. In that deep resonant tone he said, "Now, Lisa, I'd like you to take off your bottom." I think I visibly gulped. In my almost drunken stupor I had figured that this was coming but hadn't expected it to happen this way. No matter. I unlaced and kicked off my shoes. Standing up, I looked down at him and hooked my thumbs under both my "short" shorts and panties. Taking another deep breath, I pushed them down past my knees and ankles and kicked them away. Now, I stood stark naked in front of the good professor. His gaze passed from my eyes, past my breasts, and down to my crotch. The calm dispassion that he had always displayed in the classroom, and up until now, was gone. I could see that his own breathing was speeding up. He seemed to be struggling with his composure but still said in that authoritative voice, "Again, Lisa, walk over to the wall and back." By this time, the alcohol was beginning to give me a somewhat false sense of confidence. Keeping my hands on my hips, I again made my way across the room. As I made my slow journey, I became aware of how great the deep shag carpet felt on my bare feet. I had succumbed to the atmosphere in the apartment. I mean, let's face it. In college, there are not a lot of places to get away for sex. In my own case, I had made it in back seats, dorm rooms, and even cemeteries (but you already know about that!). THIS was entirely different and the combination of the atmosphere, the alcohol, and this gorgeous man were too much to resist. I reached the wall and confidently turned around for my walk back. Suddenly, I froze in my tracks. Professor 'X' had totally opened his robe, revealing that he did not have one stitch of clothing underneath! He did not make a move, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair. His look was almost expressionless. I think my eyes almost bulged out of my head. Whatever I expected was certainly nothing like this. I blinked and began my stroll back to him. Now, just WHAT was going to happen? My Coming Out - Another Look Back Although I had kept my hands on my hips, trying to look cool, my mind was going wild. I stopped, no more than a two or three feet from him, and looked down into his face. He looked back up at me; confidently, expectantly. His arms had not moved; now he opened his legs wide. There was absolutely no doubt what he wanted from me. I ran my tongue across my lips and took yet another deep breath. Well, it was way too late to run now. My little strip tease and modeling act had pretty much insured that. I dropped to my knees and placed my (now shaking) hands on the tops of his thighs. He made no move and his expression became even more expectant; now, perhaps, even a bit arrogant. I leaned my head back to take a take a good look at what the good professor had exposed to me. Just as I had thought (and perhaps had even fantasized about) his cock was just like the rest of him; totally impressive. Although it was just a little longer than average (maybe seven inches or so), what really took me aback was its width. I mean, it wasn't just thick; it was EXTREMELY thick. Even though it wasn't close to being erect, I could see that it was a match for the professor's stocky body. Professor 'X' could see that I was impressed and made a small, almost imperceptible, movement of his hips causing the big appendage to swing slightly back and forth. I tentatively reached out grasped the big thing in my right hand. Now, I could really get a sense of how thick it really was. As I said, it wasn't yet erect but I could just barely get my hand around it. Up until now, the thickest cock I had ever taken was from Ari (you know all about him from an earlier recounting). However, I could see that Professor 'X' was clearly thicker. I bent down slightly and began to run my tongue over the soft cock head; first across, then in an up and down motion. At this, I could feel the big thing begin to stiffen. As I began to lick at the bottom and sides of the shaft, I couldn't help but notice how dark the big thing was. As I said, Professor 'X' had a very olive complexion but his cock was even darker which contrasted against my own white skin. However, I completely forgot about that as the big pole became totally engorged. I again leaned back slightly to take another good look at the big thing. As I held it in my hand, I could only say "Holy Shit" under my breath. It was now so thick that I couldn't get my hand around it; I mean it wasn't even close! Even with Ari, I was almost (but not quite) able to touch my middle finger to my thumb when I was holding his cock (while giving him head). However, with Professor 'X', I couldn't even get my middle finger anywhere close to my thumb! That's how thick it was! I began to attempt to get my lips over the wide cock head but it was an almost impossible task. I remember saying to myself, "Relax, Relax", as I stretched my lips (and jaw) wider than I had ever attempted. Finally, due to all the saliva I was creating; I was actually able to get the head inside my mouth. The only sounds in the apartment were my muffled moans as I tried to get a little more of the massive pole inside. For his part, the good professor remained still (probably watching and enjoying the spectacle) as I did my best to accommodate his stiff rod. After a few minutes, I had managed to relax my mouth and jaw muscles and I was now able to awkwardly move my head back and forth over the gigantic shaft. Even with my best effort, I could get no more than three or four inches into my mouth. My pathetic muffled moans became even louder. After a few minutes, I dared to open my eyes and look up. He now had a lewd, almost obscene smile on his face. My jaw was beginning to really ache! Finally, Professor 'X' gently pushed me back until his cock came out of my mouth. I gasped with relief as my mouth and jaws were able to return to their normal position. The professor gently lifted me by my upper arm to a standing position. As he turned me around, I thought that he was going to lead me to the bedroom; however, after one step he turned me to face him and firmly sat me down on a large ottoman that was close to the chair. I had noticed the ottoman when we had sat down. It was a large rectangle object, covered with some sort of very plush velour and obviously very heavy. As my butt came into contact with the material, it felt very good; almost erotic. Professor 'X' stepped back and removed his robe. Although he was probably in his middle forties, he was in tremendous shape and heavily muscled. But he was clearly not interested in showing off that body. He quickly dropped to his knees and pushed me back until I was flat on my back. I certainly didn't try to play hard to get. The sight of that big cock had really pushed a button and my legs came apart without the slightest protest. Although my head was hanging over the back of the ottoman, I didn't care. The feel of the plush velour on my back and butt was absolute heaven. I gently writhed across the material, luxuriating in its sensuous touch. Professor 'X' gently positioned my legs so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders. Coincidently, the ottoman was at just the precise height so that my vagina was readily available to him. (When I look back on it, I don't think that it was such a coincidence. The good professor probably scoured every furniture store in Athens to find the right size!) I let my hands hang over the side of the ottoman as the professor moved in. I gasped and gently moaned as he began to massage my labia with the huge cock head. He was the complete opposite of almost all the guys I had slept with. With them, it seemed all they wanted to do was to jam it in me as soon as they possibly could. It wasn't that way with Professor 'X'. He continued with his gentle massage until my pussy was thoroughly saturated. I wanted to raise my head so that I could see the big pole but I was totally content to lie there, just as I was. Finally, I could no longer feel my pussy being rubbed and could feel the huge head being carefully placed at my opening. My legs quivered as my gasping and moans became even more pronounced. I opened my eyes but all I could see was the ceiling, wall, and furniture spinning around. Professor 'X' gave a gentle nudge and I could feel my little coochie giving way and accepting the cock head. "Ah, Ah, Ah," was all that I could muster. There were no words to describe the feeling. With the cock head now firmly inside me, the professor now moved to totally penetrate me. With his strong hands he clasped the back of my knees, spread my legs even wider, and gave another gentle nudge putting another inch or two inside me. I reached down and grabbed the legs of the ottoman, "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh! My!! GOD!!!!" I began gasping even louder. Then, with one final lunge, Professor 'X' rammed the remainder of the big thing into me. I squeezed the legs of the ottoman with all my might, "OH JESUS!! OH MY GOD!!!!" He remained perfectly still for a few moments, as if sensing that I needed time to get used to the immenseness of his thick tool. My gasping continued unabated. Again, the combination of the surroundings, the alcohol, and now, the giant object inside me had kicked me into some sort of weird "sensory overload". And, although I was acutely aware of the sheer width of that tool, any discomfort that I felt was rapidly being overridden by feelings of pure pleasure. Finally, the good Professor began some short, tentative back and forth movements. Now, I gasped my approval, "Yes....Yes....Yes...." With every "Yes", the length and speed of the movements increased to a pace that threatened to take my breath away. He was a veritable machine, never resting, even for an instant. Nothing could be heard in the apartment over my gasping and moaning and the loud slapping noises made by his stocky frame slamming against my butt and thighs. Suddenly I became conscious that the Professor's movements had stopped. However, in my haze, I now became aware that my butt was thrusting itself completely off the ottoman, again and again, each time bringing about another sensation of pleasure. My entire body quivered as the first waves of my orgasm swept over me. I shook my head back and forth, gritting my teeth, trying to choke back my sobbing, gasping for breath but it was no use. Finally, I gave up, "Yes!!!! Yes!!!! YES!!!!" I was still squeezing the legs of the ottoman but now my legs were frantically kicking; totally out of control. Gradually, the waves of my orgasm subsided but the good Professor was far from finished. Abruptly, he pulled back until his huge cock fairly popped out me. "Roll over", he abruptly commanded. I released my death grip on the legs of the ottoman and, with my quivering arms, turned over. With great precision, Professor 'X' arranged me until I was "just so", pushing me forward so that my knees were gripping the sides of the ottoman and my head was hanging over the other side. I reached down, again grabbing the legs of the heavy object and waited for the inevitable. Again, I gasped loudly as I felt the large cock head being reintroduced to my now totally-compliant vagina. And, again, the good Professor gradually eased it inside me. However, now, I could feel him stiffen his body, as if he were getting ready for some great physical act requiring great exertion. I felt his strong hands tighten around the cheeks of my butt. Even now, I can still remember a brief instant when I breathed to myself, "Uh Oh" when he suddenly rammed the entire length of his cock inside me. My head jerked up, "OHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Every nerve in my body now seemed to be fixated on the gigantic rod that seemed to be on the verge of splitting me coupled with the feeling of the ottoman against my swollen nipples. Professor "X" was blissfully unconcerned. Again, his movements took on a machine-like quality. However, now, they took on an almost savage characteristic, as if he intended to batter me into total submission. The ottoman must have weighed a ton. I mean it didn't even budge as the good Professor continued his hammering of me. Again, my moans were punctuated only by the loud slapping of his body against mine. My hands alternated between squeezing the legs of the ottoman and grabbing huge handfuls of the shag carpet. Looking back on it, I'm surprised that I didn't tear the carpet apart! Suddenly, the Professor drove the entire length of his cock into and stopped. His voice was measured, calm, and authoritative, "Do you like that Lisa? Do you like that?" I couldn't stop my moaning; even to form a simple word. I lifted my head and nodded. No sooner than I had made that simple gesture, the relentless pounding resumed. I had totally acquiesced. For the next several minutes, the pattern continued; merciless ramming followed by a calm dispassionate inquiry. Each time I would nod or whimper a soft "Yes". Finally Professor 'X' stopped and withdrew his cock. "Roll back over, now!" he ordered. I weakly pushed myself up and complied, again feeling the velour against my back and butt. Instantly, the Professor was between my legs repositioning his cock in my now-aching pussy. This time, however, he let my ankles rest again on his shoulders. "Give me your hands, Lisa. Now!" I reached my limp arms up to him and, with one motion, he grabbed them by the elbows and again, drove his entire length into me. In one breath I let out both a squeal and a shriek (if that's possible!), "Oh, Ah, My GOD!". Again, I could feel the Professor's body stiffen; I knew what was to follow. However, there was absolutely nothing I could do. My body had the consistency of a wet noodle. I had totally submitted; I was totally under his control. He now began his rhythmic, back and forth motion. Being gripped by my elbows, in that half-sitting position, it felt as if I was sitting on a huge object, not unlike a baseball bat; honestly, it seemed as if it was going to tear me apart! If I had been in "sensory overload" before, I was now in a "triple overload" state. I was in a total haze; my eyes nearly glazed over and my hair flying everywhere as he roughly jerked me back and forth. (It's a wonder that I didn't get a whiplash!) Suddenly, he pulled me forward and, although I was twisted like a pretzel, I could now look down and see the object that was sending me to another planet. It sounds totally stupid now but when I saw that big pole, firmly inside my helpless little coochie, I almost went out of my mind! All I could think was, "My God, how did I get that big thing inside me?" That visual image was all that I needed to push me completely over the top. The contractions in my abdomen took over entire body and, again, I could see my feet kicking furiously. My hair was down in my face and my eyes were glazed but I could still see the outline of the Professor's lewd smile. He was obviously pleased that he had screwed this small town college girl into an incoherent mess. My entire body became one quivering piece of flesh as my orgasm reached its peak. If we had been in the middle of Sanford Stadium, I wouldn't have noticed it! As I came back down from my "orgasmic high", the Professor released his grip on my elbows and, backed away from me. Again, there was an almost imperceptible "pop" as the head of the huge pole left my vagina. Professor 'X' abruptly stood up and pulled me to my feet. To say that my legs were Jell-O was a total understatement. I couldn't have walked a step if the room had been on fire. However, that didn't seem to bother the Professor. Holding me tightly by the arm, he led me over to his chair. Seating himself, he pulled me down to my knees, positioning me between his legs. In the same calm, authoritative voice that he had used since I had entered his apartment, he commanded, "Alright Lisa. Finish me. Now." There was absolutely no hesitation on my part. Still gasping from my unbelievably intense orgasm, I seized the huge shiny pole with my right hand and gave it one or two tentative tugs while trying to catch my breath. However, Professor 'X' was in no mood to concern himself with any respiratory concerns that I might have. Putting his hand on the back of my head, he roughly pushed me down until the huge thing was in my face. "I said, now!" he ordered. I brushed my hair back from my face and bent to my task. Again, spreading my lips to an almost impossible circumference, I was able to accept the huge head into my mouth. And, again, I began repeating my mantra of, "Relax, Relax." I took a deep breath and, relaxing my jaw, forcing another few inches inside. That was my absolute limit; I couldn't take another micro inch. Muffling an anguished moan, I now moved awkwardly my head up and down on the engorged pole. It again felt like my jaw was going to break. I don't know what caused me to forget something that I had previously learned. Maybe it was the alcohol; maybe it was the two thunderous orgasms that Professor 'X' had given me; maybe I was just being stupid. No matter; I had forgotten my "Cardinal Rule of Giving Head" which was to NEVER let the guy ejaculate in my mouth unless he was standing over me. Again, I don't know what came over me. And, I didn't realize what was happening (and what was going to happen) until it was WAY too late. Suddenly, the good Professor's body stiffened and the huge cylinder in my mouth began to convulse. All I could think was, "Oh Shit! OH SHIT!!!" No sooner than those thoughts raced through my mind, the Professor slapped my hands away and, with his own big rough hands, captured my head in a vice-like grip. Simultaneously, he let out a loud, "Oh, yeah!!! Ahhh!!!" With the initial convulsion, I felt (and tasted) the first of the Professor's essence. However, the second convulsion was really the beginning of my "downfall". That second convulsion was accompanied by a spurt of hot, sticky liquid that filled up every bit of space in my mouth that hadn't been previously occupied by that impossibly large cock. Totally helpless, I gagged as the enormous pole convulsed, again and again, each time rocketing even larger amounts of semen into my oral cavity. I struggled to swallow but it was almost impossible due to the position of my head. I tried to let some of the liquid run out of my mouth but the sheer width of that big damn pole in my mouth wouldn't even let me do that. There was no place for that flood of semen to go! I continued to gag, making sounds that I can only describe as some animal being strangled. The Professor's grip didn't loosen once. He was determined to get every drop of his liquid down my throat. I became aware of a burning sensation in my nasal cavity. I could only scream to myself, "Oh Shit! It's going up (and out) my nose! OH SHIT!" With every ounce of energy I could muster, I somehow managed to get my head tilted back which enabled me to at least to attempt to get some of the liquid down my throat. All that could now be heard were my muffled moans accompanied by a pathetic mixture of gagging and gulping. I'm still not sure how I was able to breath. I suppose I was able to somehow force some air down through my nose (I sure wasn't able to get any through my mouth). At any rate, over the next several seconds (and aided by gravity) I was able to get the entire amount of semen down my throat. Gradually, the Professor relaxed his grip on my head and I slowly drew my head back so that the big cock slipped out of my mouth. The damn big thing was still half erect, as if it wanted even more. I was still gagging, burping, and mildly retching from the good Professor's orgasm. I looked up at him and though he now looked a bit disheveled, he had the same lewd, arrogant smile on his face. I thought to myself, "You bastard!" I reached both my hands up and encircled (or tried to encircle) the big pole. Then I gritted my teeth and squeezed the big thing with all the strength I could bring to bear. Professor 'X' yelled, almost at the top of his lungs, "AAAIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!". I looked up at the Professor innocently and said in my best "little girl" voice, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just wanted to finish you." I looked back at his cock. My vicious squeeze had forced out several more drops of semen; so much that it was dripping down the thick shaft and over my fingers. I kept my innocent look as I gently licked across my fingers and up the shaft, taking care to capture every drop. The good Professor's arrogant smile was gone. He visibly gulped and kept a tight grip on the arms of his chair as I completed my task. His disheveled appearance was even more pronounced as he seemed to realize that he had gone just a bit too far. I looked back down at his cock. It was now totally limp. It was now my turn to get a bit arrogant. I rose to my feet and, placing my hands on my hips, looked down at him without a trace of a smile. "Hey, you OK?" For the first time, his face and eyes had a look of uncertainty. He silently nodded. I turned away from him and retrieved my clothes. I insured that I stood directly in front of him as I put on my panties and shorts followed by my bra and tee shirt. Professor 'X' didn't even budge, watching me without a word, his cock still exposed (and totally spent). It was a little humorous; the Professor had totally lost his air of authority. I carefully adjusted my baseball cap and slipped into the straps of my backpack, "Well, thanks for the drink. Take care." I stepped to the door and turned the knob, "Hey, aren't you going to say good by?" Professor 'X' seemed to come to his senses. Jumping up, he closed his robe and stepped over to me. "Thank you for coming over Lisa", he said softly. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "You are really remarkable." I smiled up at him and kissed him good by. "Why, thank you", I responded demurely. I stepped out into the corridor and made my way down the steps. As I went through the apartment lobby, I looked at myself in the tiled mirrors. "Oh, my GOD!" I was a complete mess! Although my hair wasn't in too bad a shape, my eyes were swollen and red-rimmed; as if I had been on a two day crying jag. I reached around to an outside pocket of my backpack for a pair of sunglasses. As I stood there looking at my reflection, I sniffed. The burning in my throat and nasal cavity were even worse. My jaw was aching so badly it felt like I had just had dental surgery. I shook my head and headed out the lobby door. My Coming Out - Another Look Back I made my way across a couple streets, back to the confines of the UGA campus. I had been walking for only a short time when it hit me; my legs still felt like Jell-O. "I HAVE to sit down!" I thought to myself. I quickly made my way to a bench. I sat there for the next several minutes trying to process what had just happened. To say the least, I had mixed feelings about the encounter. Of course, I hadn't enjoyed the way Professor 'X' had forced me to swallow his semen. On the other hand, I couldn't deny that the two tremendous orgasms he had given me had really rocked my world. I thought back on the Professor's forceful "technique". I knew that the culture of his native country was male dominated, to say the least. Was the Professor's method of screwing calculated to "keep a woman in her place"? Reaching no conclusions, I repositioned my backpack and headed back to my dorm. Understandably, I didn't have the bounce in my step that I had on the way to Professor 'X's apartment. When I entered my dorm room, my roommate took one look at my appearance and exclaimed, "Hey Girl, what's up with you?" I looked down at the floor and replied, "Oh, I'm just having problems with my allergies and I think I may be coming down with a cold." My roommate went into her "big sister" mode. "Do you have a post nasal drip?" she inquired. I shook my head, "Well, something like that." "Well", she came back, "You need to go gargle some salt water." I smiled, nodded, and turned away. The last thing I wanted in my mouth was the taste of salt water! As it turned out, my roommate was going out and was planning on spending the night with her boyfriend. So, I had the whole place to myself. I took a quick shower (after brushing my teeth for a solid ten minutes) and resolved to turn in early. After closing all the curtains, I laid down and pulled the covers over me. After a few minutes of quietly laying there I realized that my vagina was still throbbing from the going-over that it had received just a couple of hours earlier. I pulled up my long tee shirt that doubled as sleepwear, spread my legs slightly and placed my hand over my labia (I never wear panties to bed). I gently squeezed the labia which added even more to the pleasurable tingling. I didn't have any desire to masturbate (which I did frequently); I was just trying to reconcile the "pluses and minuses" of my encounter that afternoon. I thought back on the last three years and the guys that I had slept with during that period. Although I had enjoyed all of them (some more than others, naturally), I still wasn't sure of what I truly wanted as my "perfect man". At age 20, I knew that there were a ton of other characteristics that I wanted in a man besides good sex. I mean, every couple has to get out of bed SOMETIME. However, I still knew that I could never be interested in a man who was not a good lover. My encounter with Professor 'X' had only added more to the mix of characteristics that I wanted. Yes, in many ways, the Professor had been a bit crude. However, let's face it. He was a man who could give a woman a great deal of pleasure. I squeezed my labia again which brought about another round of intense tingling. I continued thinking about Professor 'X' and Avi. Both of those guys had sent me somewhere that I had never been before; though in different ways. But what had these two guys done that had made them so memorable (again in different ways)? I smiled to myself in the dark. Although I was "Good Baptist Girl" and although I detested lapsing into vulgarity, the plain and simple truth was that these two guys had been the only ones who had left me with the indescribable feeling of being "well fucked". Yes, it sounds vulgar; I admit it. But it was still the truth! I think it was at this instant that I resolved that, although there were many factors in the man that I wanted to spend my life with, I could still not be happy unless I was with a man who could truly "take care of business" when it came to the bedroom. I gave my labia a final gentle squeeze and went to sleep. It had been a most interesting day! ************************************************** And so, "Dear Readers", this episode comes to an end. Returning my thoughts to the present day, I ran a final spell check and, again, turned my attention to the UGA web site. I linked again to Professor 'X's department and stared at his name. Leaning back in my chair, I thought of the man, that day, and the UGA environment. I chuckled again at that afternoon's events but then I wondered how many little "Susie Coeds" had been bent over that same ottoman to submit to that thick cock? How many had had their lips and jaws distended while the good Professor coolly and methodically pumped his hot sticky liquid down their throats? How many? Fifty? A hundred? Two hundred? With a new supply of young coeds coming in each fall, the good Professor certainly had a fertile "hunting ground". I shook my head. No matter. I'll let someone else worry about that. A few years back, I recounted that afternoon's events to a woman (a little older than me) that I thought was reasonably well adjusted. When I finished my story, she began sputtering, "My God, that's terrible! He took advantage of you! You should have reported him! You could have pressed charges!" I crossed my arms and carefully looked into her face. "You're serious?" I asked. "Of course", was her reply, "He got you drunk and used his position to take advantage of you." I looked back at her, smiled, shook my head and changed the subject. Professor 'X' had done no such thing. Truth be told, from the time that I had taken my top off, I knew what was going to happen. (I just didn't realize HOW it was going to happen!) Yes, it was very crass for Professor 'X' to expose himself in the way he did. And, yes, it was gauche for him to force me to swallow his semen in the manner he did. However, I think it's totally ludicrous to get as worked up as this woman did. Why some women, such as this one (and several others I've seen), are always looking to be a "victim", I will never know. I suppose that they've just never understood the concept of "Get Over It". A few years back, I was driving home from the elementary school where I teach. A brand new Porsche passed me and I noticed that on the back bumper was a large bumper sticker that read, "Put On Your Big Girl Panties and Deal With It". I laughed out loud. Obviously the blond lady driving the Porsche didn't have any problems "dealing with it." Still, that bumper sticker expresses my attitude toward life. I just don't excited about little negatives such as those displayed by the good Professor. Speaking of Professor 'X'; no, I never returned to his apartment. As a matter of fact, I bumped into him only two or three times during the remainder of my college days at UGA. I'm sure that he was looking for new flesh to conquer and, as for me; I was looking for something entirely different. That summer seemed to fly by. I began my senior year that fall and a couple of months later I met this good looking guy by the name of Gary. As they say, ".....and the rest is history." And what a fantastic history it's been! POSTSCRIPT The last page of this story was coming off the printer when Gary walked in and asked, "Hey, are you going to stay up all night?" I looked over at the clock. It was almost 11:00 P.M. Usually, during the week, we're in bed at least an hour earlier. I stood up and gathered all the papers from the printer. "No, I just finished the story that we talked about on Monday." Gary smiled back at me, "You mean the one about you and your Professor?" I nodded back. Gary reached out his hand, "Come on. I'd like to read it." I pretended to be shocked. "God, no! I know how insanely jealous you are! You don't want to read this!" We both broke out laughing. If anyone had any right to be jealous, it should have been me! I may have had sixteen guys back at UGA but Gary probably had more than triple that number of UGA coeds. It wasn't until we were married for two years that one of Gary's friends spilled the beans and told me that he and Gary had been having a contest to see who could bed the most women. With all the screwing around that Gary had done, I'm surprised that he had the time to attend class. I stapled all the pages together, handed them to Gary and said with a smile, "Remember, I warned you. You're the one that wanted to know about this." Gary sat down and began reading. I headed for the shower. Finishing quickly, I stepped out and toweled off. As I gave my hair a short brushing, the thought hit me, "Hmmm, I wonder what Gary's reaction is going to be?" Although I was pretty sure, I wasn't one hundred percent positive. I determined that I would just have to "play it by ear." One thing was certain; there was at least one thing we weren't going to do. I was in the final day of my period and, although I could, I just don't like screwing during that "time of the month." Hey, call me prudish, but I never have. I guess I'm just squeamish about certain things. Still, there were other things that could be accomplished. I put on one of my sexiest thongs which showed off my butt to its best advantage and still kept all my "paperwork" firmly in place. I grabbed a book and lay down on stomach, on top of the bed. "Now, let's see what happens", I said to myself. About twenty minutes went by as I leafed through the book. Finally, I heard Gary's footsteps and he entered the bedroom. I waited just a few seconds before rolling over and looking up. I smiled as I saw the unmistakable outline of Gary's fully erect cock in his tight sweatpants. He flipped the story on the dresser and looked down at me. The look in his eye (along with the erection) told me that he didn't want to wait until tomorrow night. "Damn", he exclaimed, "You didn't tell me about that before." "You didn't ask", was my flippant reply. I sat up on the bed and brushed my hair back. "If you would have asked, I would have told you." I was just playing with him and he knew it. (Although neither Gary nor I have been shy about telling each other about some of our past lovers, Gary doesn't go into the detail that I do!) I stood up and gently pushed him back toward the dresser. He began to get the drift of where I was going. He stepped back until he was against it. I dropped to my knees and gently tugged the sweatpants down until they were at his ankles. He kicked them off. I ran my hands up the front of his thighs until they were even with his groin. He was wearing a tight pair of briefs which made the bulge of his erection unbelievably sexy. The tip of his cock head was peaking from the elastic waistband, almost up to his navel. I pressed the heel of hand roughly against the huge bulge and began to rub up and down. After a few seconds, I looked up at my husband, "Honey, I need to ask you something. How long have we been married?" In a soft voice, Gary answered, "Over thirteen years." I continued looking up, "And in all that time, how many times have you had to try to go to sleep with a big hard on like this?" Gary laughed, "Not once. Not one damned time." It was my turn to laugh, "That's what I thought. And you know, I think that tonight would be a really bad time to break tradition. How about you?" My husband laughed again. Only this time, I could see a changed expression in his eyes and I could feel his legs beginning to shake. I quickly grasped the waistband of his shorts and pulled it down, freeing that great cock. As it bobbed up and down, I jerked the shorts down past his ankles and he quickly kicked them off. After sleeping with (and screwing) my husband for thirteen years, there's very little about his body that I don't know about. And, that includes knowing exactly when he wants to get off. This was one of those times that I knew he wasn't going to last very long. And that was alright with me! Normally, I like to take my time when I give Gary a blowjob. I like to lick, kiss and even give gentle bites to the big thing; making it last as long as possible. However, tonight was not going to be one of those nights. I immediately got the big cock head in my mouth and after a couple of tentative movements to moisten my lips, I grasped his hips in my hands and immediately went to full speed back and forth on the stiff rod. With every fourth or fifth movement forward I would hold my breath and push forward to stuff as much of his cock into my mouth as possible before gagging. Gary's hands tightly gripped the dresser as I savored his pole. My eyes never closed during the entire session; I kept my eyes on his face and my hands on his hips and legs for the signs that he was about erupt. I don't think that his cock had been in my mouth for more than five minutes until those signs began to appear. Gary's head went back so far that I could no longer see his face; I could hear him beginning to gasp. Then, his thickly muscled thighs began to quiver. I knew that it would be no longer than a few seconds before "the main event". For the first time, I put my hands at the base of his cock. I eased my tongue forward, fighting my gag reflex and, after taking a last deep breath, pushed my head forward until I could feel the big cock head at the beginning of my throat. Gary's hands left the dresser and grasped the sides of my head. Although I don't do this every time I blow Gary, I let my hands drop to my side; a subtle sign to him that I'm letting him "take charge" and that it's OK. I knew that he wasn't going to try to cram his cock down my throat like the jerk, Professor 'X'. His hands tightened as held my head. My own hands tightened into fists as I concentrated, "Don't gag. Don't gag." Finally, I felt the big cock's first convulsion, followed by another, and another. With each convulsion, I felt a hot blast (and I do mean blast!) at the back of my mouth. I could hear Gary exclaiming something but I couldn't make it out; partly because his hands were over my ears but mostly because I was concentrating on getting that huge amount of semen down my throat. I guess it must be some sort of a "guy" thing but I've noticed (mostly by watching porno films) that when some guys come, their semen sort of dribbles out but that in other guys it really gushes. Then, there's a third type and I'm talking about guys who really explode; I mean the semen comes out of their cocks like some kind of rocket. Gary is definitely in this third group. Tonight, he was in his usual form. I'm not positive but I believe the first blast of his semen was in my stomach before he had even finished his orgasm. At any rate, the convulsions finally stopped and I felt Gary's grip on my head loosen. I carefully eased my head back and moved my hands up to grip his cock. Without actually removing the cock head from my mouth, I tilted my head back and swallowed the remainder of his sticky output. I could feel Gary's pole loose it's rigidity as I gently ran my tongue over the smooth flesh of the head. I relished the last few drops of semen as they leaked out of the small opening. Finally, I let the big head slip out of my mouth. I held the shaft in my hand for a moment and gave the head an exaggerated, loud kiss. Gary smiled down at me, "You know, you should write a book on giving blow jobs." "How do you know I haven't?" I replied. We both laughed and I reached my arms up to him. He gently helped me to my feet and gave me a deep kiss. "I guess I owe you one now", he said. I put my arms around him, "Yep, and you KNOW I always collect!" I continued, "If I were you, I'd be planning on spending a lot of time on your knees tomorrow night." "Deal", he replied. We hit the bed and I think that Gary was out cold in a matter of seconds. However, I laid there for a few moments thinking about my undergraduate days at UGA and some of the crazy things I had experienced. I snuggled up against Gary's warm body. Those four years had been a really wild ride, but meeting Gary had made it all worthwhile!