Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 17:42:42 GMT
From: jamie free <jf135_thequeen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Professor C.

Dear reader, if you're here, then you know what you like and I hope you
enjoy it. Some is true, some is fantasy, but then who knows which is which?!
Write me if you'd like, jf135_thequeen@hotmail.com

"When I was in college, I was too busy partying and fooling around to pay
much attention to school work. I had an English Lit. class with a Professor
C. who was an older, sexy guy in a tweed suit sort of way. Once in a while I
had thought of what it might be like to have sex with him, but it was just
idle day dreaming until one day after midterms. It wasn't a good day - you
see, I'd been out with my friend Ken the day before - he drove us up to a
quiet country road in the hills where he enjoyed his favorite thing -
sucking me off and then fucking me. I was out late with him and totally
forgot about the midterm in Prof. C's class - slept right through it. Oh
well!

When I finally got up and showered and realized that I'd missed it, I went
up to his office to see if he was still there - maybe I could beg a second
chance or something. He was in, and sat quietly at his desk as I perched
nervously on his office sofa and rattled off my ridiculous story of why I
wasn't there. I realized after a bit that he was looking me over pretty
carefully, and I started to get both excited and a little more nervous. I'd
had sex with a couple of guys in high school, but this was new to me. Then
he just took control of the conversation and in before I knew it I was
admitting that yes, I'd been out with a friend, yes, it was wrong of me, and
yes, I realized I needed to make it up to him. By this point I was dying -
he was just undressing me with his bright blue eyes, and I suddenly blurted
out something about how I really would do anything to make it up to him,
whatever, he was in charge...

My voice trailed off and I looked to him, waiting for him to take over, to
do something. As I looked up at him he came over and sat next to me on that
big overstuffed sofa and running his hand along my thigh said, "Anything? Do
you mean that?" I was really getting off on this, and too, a nice little
afternoon frolic was more fun than sitting through a mid term! So when he
said to me, "Why don't you get undressed," I was more than willing to obey.
I wriggled out of my clothes sitting there next to him, with him helping and
taking the opportunity to rub my legs, squeeze my ass and generally feel me
up. Once undressed, I leaned against him, nuzzling his neck and whispered in
his ear,"What do you want me to do Professor C.?" He thrilled my by telling
me that the first thing a bad boy like me needed was a paddling! This was
something that I'd fantasized about, but hadn't done as such. Sometimes when
Ken was fucking me I'd beg him to slap my ass while he was pumping that cock
in me, to be a little rough, but this promised to be even more exciting,
more deliberate and submissive.

Professor C. had me put my hands in front of me and with some velvet rope he
took from a drawer he tied my hands together, and when I said that he was
certainly prepared he smiled, and said I'd find out how prepared he was!
Then he told me to kneel, and as I did he undressed, revealing a lean,
muscular body, and a surprisingly big cock that I had'n't noticed lurking in
his baggy suits! He stepped in front of me, the swelling rising length of
his cock before my face, and started rubbing that big meaty head of his cock
on my lips with one hand, while he rubbed my cheek with the other. My lips
parted and I started to lick and suck around the head of his now hard cock,
relishing the musky taste and the way the fat head yielded to a hard
shaft... All too soon though he pulled back and said, "Now, now, first
things first!'

He blindfolded me then with a silk handkerchief and as he did he told me how
he'd had his eye on me in class, thinking what a nice full ass I had, how it
just cried out to be packed full of cock, and now he was going to do just
that, but first there was the matter of my punishment.
He then helped me up and bent me over the arm of the sofa, placing a towel
under my belly and tying my hands to a strap I hadn't noticed before in the
sofa. I felt so incredibly, deliciously exposed, my ass up in the air, legs
slightly spread, full, ripe and ready for the taking...

Professor C. told me, "I think missing a mid term rates ten strokes of the
paddle, don't you?" As he asked, standing behind me, fondling my ass, I
could only say, yes, ten would be just right, but please, not too hard! He
replied by slowly rubbing the head of his cock up and down the crack of my
ass, making me moan and squirm against him, ready for his cock any time, but
he just laughed and slapped my ass a nice sharp swat, saying, "Don't worry,
it'll be just right!"

Then I felt him step away from me, leaving me suspended in a delicious
moment of waiting, and then the crack of his paddle came sharply against my
ass, making me gasp a little with pain as the soft flesh of my ass quivered
and stung.The next four strokes came quickly, first one ass cheek then the
other, making me shift and pant with the fiery sensation all around my ass,
a little hurt and yet loving the feeling of being handled that way. The next
five came much more slowly, in hard measured strokes, and when the last one
struck I was left panting and quivering, my ass burning with the sensation,
and all I could think and say was to beg Professor C. to please, please fuck
me now...

Professor C. leaned close over me, his terrifically hard cock thrusting
along the crack of my pink burning ass, and I could feel the pre-cum oozing
slick and cool on my ass as he gently stroked me and said, "Now that you've
been punished, I'll give my naughty boy what he wants." By this time all I
could do was to moan, dying to feel him in me, arching my ass to try to take
him in. I felt his fingers rub a blob of cool KY jelly up the crack of my
ass and thrust into my begging asshole, and I arched up, wanting him in me
so much...

He did pop the head of that big cock in me, O it was a good 8 incher, thick
and sturdy, a real ass filler! But he only popped the head in and played
with me, holding back as I lifted and strained toward him, begging for the
whole length of it in me. Finally he did sink that beautiful cock into my
ass, hard and deep, making me gasp with the full sensation of the thick pole
buried in me. Laying on top of me, mashing my midsection into the arm of the
sofa, he nibbled at my neck and said, "Before I fuck you, you naughty boy, I
want you to promise to come to my apartment tonight. I really must share you
with a friend of mine. You will come, won't you?" O yes, I would do anything
for him, just please fuck me fuck me fuck me!

And he did. Professor C. was middleaged but wiry and energetic, and he
fucked me steady and hard, I was nothing but an ass filled with a big cock,
squeezing my ass cheeks around the length of his cock as he pulled back,
parting and receiving him deep, deep in my ass as he thrust home, until with
each powerful thrust I could feel a little pop and I'd grunt with mindless
pleasure at his fucking me. Finally his rhythm built to a peak, and then he
bucked and slammed deeper yet in me, I could feel him straining and jerking,
crushed into my ass while he pumped long thick squirts of cum in me, his
hands clenching my ass cheeks while I tightened and loosened my ass around
his pole, trying to get as much cum in my ass as I could...

When he stopped he collapsed against me, mashing me down still over the sofa
arm, stroking my flanks and ass slowly while his cock quietly shrank and
then gently slid out of my cum filled ass to lay sticky and warm against the
inside of my thigh. After a bit he got up and untied me, and then helped me
to lay down, still blindfolded, on the sofa, where he knelt by me and with
his head pillowed on my sweaty belly he went to suck my cock, saying, "I
just know we're going to have lots of fun together Jamie."

We did at that. Professor C. was sophisticated and clever, and he introduced
me to many new sensations and delights I hadn't known before. I enjoyed
being his "naughty boy," and sometimes he would lend me to his friends, or
take me to parties where he would spank and fuck me in front of everyone,
and then let them have me too, but that is all something for other
stories..."