Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2004 14:12:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Caterina Duvay <catclitduvay@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 6

A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 6

By

Caterina Duvay

(catclitduvay@yahoo.com)

(Disclaimer: This is not intended for minors. I always enjoy getting
feedback, so feel free to email me, esp. gurls)


Instead of counting the proverbial sheep to get myself to sleep in
anticipation of my Mistresses' call the next day, I found myself trying
to count the number of strokes I was dealt so unexpectedly by Nikki.

I know it must sound so far-fetched -- I hadn't suspected that such
things could actually occur except in small and bizarre circles like the
porn industry -- but perhaps the circle of interested participants was
really wider and more intelligent and imaginative than I thought. What
had always bothered me about the videos I had rented was a pandering to
dumbness, completely unreal and illogical and simply absurd situations --
you know, latex-clad girls are auditioning at a mansion in Beverly Hills
for parts in a fetish video, all huge fake boobs and orgasms, while being
clandestinely filmed....You get what I mean.

I kept seeing in my mind over and over as I lay in bed the image of
myself in the tailor's mirror at Loveladies as I squirmed and twisted
and cried out and panted in response to Nikki's sure hand. She had a
way of timing her blows so that each next one was always somehow a
surprise, and so that my physical and emotional reaction had ebbed just
enough to permit an even harder stroke to follow.

I must have totaled at least 60 strokes of the so-called pussy-paddle,
and during Nikki's culminating volley the intensity of each seemed
unbearable: I struggled to hold my footing, aided by Nikki's grip on my
hair which both prevented me from pitching forward but also preserved the
lewd arch of my back as I was bent over spreadeagled to receive her
burning blows. I thought I would collapse altogether or faint at times,
but the heat of physical sensation -- it went far beyond what we
conventionally call `pain' -- imparted such a thrilling vigor that I
greeted each stroke with the desire for another harder. I knew too that
Nikki had given me only a small taste of her shrewd power and erotic
armamentarium.

Eventually I dozed off and awoke refreshed at 6 the next morning. I was
like a child in my impatience: would Sandra and Monica pay me another
visit here? Would I go to them? What exactly was in the package I had
picked up?

At 9 the phone rang: it was Sandra.

"Hi teach," she said.

"Hi sweetie," I replied, "I'm here, obedient."

"Of course you are," she cooed, "like a good little slut."

Hearing the word `slut' gave me a small erotic jolt: the games were
beginning again.

"Now listen closely. First, have you touched yourself?"

"No.'

"Good."

"Second, did you pick up the goodies?"

"Yes, they're right here."

"Wonderful -- unopened, I hope.'

"As you commanded," I said, smiling into the phone.

"Third, we're planning a little something at Monica's on Friday..."

"Friday?" I interjected in disappointment, "so long from today?".

"Yes, Friday, Kristina ... it's kinda like handing in a paper and having
to wait for your grade...".

"I get it."

"Anyway, we have something else for you to do. Call our colleague Julia
and get her to spend the night with you."

"You must be joking."

"No, not at all."

"Listen, I can get into real trouble for this....all she has to do is
file a complaint at student services, just an accusation, and I'm
fried," I responded angrily.

"You're already in enough potential trouble, Kristina, or did you
forget?" she responded.

"But after what happened I know I can trust you and Monica to keep what
we did between us ... can't I?"

A long pause ensued.

"Kristina, this is Monica. Either you do what we ask or we just drop
everything. We're not into blackmail, we just took the pics for
dramatic effect the other night. But if you're not really into this
then we'll just keep the memories, OK? Besides, Julia's been
salivating for you since the first day of class, as if you didn't
know!"

She had a point... it was very unlikely that Julia, who adored me, would
say anything. Julia was a smart kid and also very attractive, though not
a knockout like Sandra or Monica. She was 24 but looked 17, very
innocent, very much into running.

"OK," I replied, "I'll give it a try."

"Good girl. Remember I'm a little older than you, I've got a little
more worldly experience."

I chuckled.

"Right you are!" I said.

"And by the way, what else did you get at Loveladies for yourself?"

"Oh...", I hesitated, "I just picked up the package since they were
about to close, and didn't think to do anything else."

Another long pause. Sandra again. She spoke quietly and evenly.

"Get your sweet pussy out there again, Kristina, and fork over at least
$300 for something interesting, otherwise Friday's off, OK?"

This was getting too silly and dumb.

"Listen, I'll go to Victoria's Secret, it's closer -- what is it you
want me to get anyway?"

"We want you to use your imagination, and there isn't any place that's
comparable. Be creative -- isn't that what you've been telling your
class, to be creative? Ask them to show you the `special' inventory,
OK? There's more to that store than you realize."

As if I didn't know....

"Oh all right," I replied, disappointed that in the working out of
practical details the mystery and excitement of depravity had begun to
diminish. We sounded like casual friends bickering, not like the
intensely perverted dark lovers I thought we had become.

Well one has to have some down time after all, and I had been living on a
high for two days, and it couldn't be sustained indefinitely. I made
Friday a target in my mind as we took our leave over the phone.

I waited until noon before I called Julia and explained to her that I
wanted to go over some aspects of her final essay that might affect her
grade, apologized for the inconvenience but said it would be valuable for
her future writing and offered dinner by way of compensation tonight or
tomorrow night. She was already enrolled for my summer class, so I knew
she'd be on campus, and she agreed without hesitation to stop by at 6 --
especially when she heard the word `grade' -- she was very competitive.

I suppose I had to admit to myself that I had now stooped to the level of
seducing a student. It was one thing for me to have been set upon by
Sandra and Monica -- I didn't have much choice really -- but it was a
totally different issue for me to set sights on an innocent girl and take
advantage of my position of authority. Not only could I be thrown out of
university, but possibly even jailed....

Not that other colleagues hadn't done these things before. In fact,
some considered their conquests `perks' that made up for endless
political bickering in academic departments. I had always looked down on
them, reviled them.... And I had a high school teacher who... well, that's
a whole other story altogether, and I didn't mind one bit.

Yet now here I was planning to join the club. It made me uneasy as I
reconsidered this whole explosive crazy involvement, and as I showered
myself clean I felt cleansed anew of deviant impulses and determined to
have a simple dinner with Julia, to give her a few pointers about her
writing and leave it at that, especially since the question of actual
blackmail had been eliminated. I hadn't seriously thought they'd do
such a thing anyway. My only real loss would be in missing an
opportunity to give myself up to the unimaginable with two extraordinary
and wicked beauties.....

I spent the afternoon lazily and enjoyed preparing a light supper for 2,
much relieved of my temporary insanity. It would be far better to put my
energies into a steady relationship anyway, one in which sex would play
an important but not consuming role. I felt good, healthy, and I dressed
casually for the warm weather in simply a light green linen dress and
Birkenstocks, not bothering with undergarments.

Julia arrived at 10 to 6 -- she was always early -- and she looked
fetching in shorts, rather schoolgirlish. She was petite: 5'4", very
very slender but strong, freckled with auburn hair and dark eyes. Her
breasts were very small but she had a lovely pelvic curve and ass. She
was very smart, mentally quick, always ready to challenge -- qualities
which I cherished in students. I assumed she was lesbian since nearly
all of the students in my graduate seminars on women's studies tended in
that direction. But one never knew and I never presumed. She had seemed
rather smitten with me, but I chalked that up to the usual illogical
admiration of students for teachers.

She had kindly brought a bottle of chilled white wind and I admonished
but thanked her for her gratuitous generosity as we settled down to eat
and chat. It was just plainly ordinary and I relaxed even more, the
shades of my recent former depravity evaporating by the second. There
were occasional moments of silence, silence when I thought she was
looking at me in much too admiring a way, perhaps....

And then we moved onto my comfortable living-room sofa. I pulled out her
last essay and riffled through it, having kicked off my sandals and
tucked my feet under me. She sat beside me perched on the sofa's edge,
followed my markings and comments completely, smiling and agreeing. It
took all of 15 minutes. She was grateful and I placed the essay on the
coffee-table and sat back.

She did look awfully alluring, I noted, so animated.... I took off my
glasses, smiled and was about to suggest a little dessert to finish off
the evening, when Julia laid her hand on my knee. She was blushing but
this didn't stop her boldness.

"You are so damned beautiful!," she exclaimed.

I gingerly removed her hand and backed away a few inches, but I thanked
her and repaid the compliment.

"You really should be going, I think." I was happy in my assertion of
normality and propriety, even though I confess to a few pangs of erotic
longing for this sweetly young student within my grasp. It was all too
easy to reach over and .....

Before I knew it she had lifted her head to within millimeters of my
face, eyes closed, lips parted.... And as if by some erotic law of
osculatory gravity I had kissed her. We necked for minutes, long sweet
wet kisses and my head was swimming. Julia lifted herself to straddle me
and at that point I came to my senses and pulled her arms away from my
head.

"No, Jules, this has gone too far...." I attempted. She recoiled as if
jolted by an electric shock, anger smoldering in her eyes.

"Are you a prude or a hypocrite or both?" she argued fierily. "All
this talk about freedom of thought and sexual expression in class, and
now you're so very proper. Why, because I'm ugly?"

Julia did have a prominent but thin nose and she'd made some
self-deprecatory comments about her appearance in several class
discussions so I knew this was a sore point. I thought it enhanced her
looks, however, made her more keenly alluring and unique, and I sought
to assuage her wounded feelings.

"Listen, darling, I think you're very beautiful, very desirable, very
lovely....but there are rules, I could get in serious trouble..."

"What, so you're a coward too?" She moved back closer. "Is it so
terribly wrong for people who are attracted to each other to express
their sensual feelings? And if you weren't interested in something,
then why are you completely naked under this flimsy dress?"

Touche'.

She pressed herself into me and kissed me fiercely and I returned her
efforts, stroking her back, kissing and licking her sweet smooth neck,
allowing my hands to stray to her hard buttocks and thighs....

"I want you, Jules, I want you" I declared. "Let's go upstairs."

We walked up together, stopping every other step to fondle each other and
indulge in more lascivious kisses. I unbuttoned her blouse on the stairs
and unzipped her shorts. By the time we reached the bedroom she was in
sports bra and panties and my dress was lifted and bunched over my waist
as her hands sought my wetness. Naïve she certainly was not!

I was becoming uncontrollably inflamed again. Julia was so sexy with her
dark hair and eyes and youthful body: I thirsted for her juices but held
off, prolonging the inevitable.

We fell onto the bed and rolled and kissed and she lay and spread herself
out for me, now completely nude. Her nipples were long and erect atop
small breasts the size of a mouthful, and I made my way towards them.
First I licked all around her left breast in concentric circles, moving
slowly in towards her nipple but not touching it. I did this several
times and she arched her back asking for more. I then moved to the other
breast and repeated it. Then back to the left, only this time I brought
the very tip of my tongue to the very tip of her nipple -- and she
screamed, to my delight. I teased each nipple like this for minutes
before finally dribbling a mouthful of spittle on each and taking the
entire breast in my mouth, sucking while my tongue frantically flicked.

She was wonderful.....I stepped back and began playfully to slap her
nipples now, occasionally having her wet my hand with her mouth.

"Yes, Kristina, I love it, harder!"

I spanked her breasts and nipples very hard, rapidly while her hands
grasped my bedsheets and her pelvis began to twist. This sight was too
much for me: I wanted to taste her dripping aromatic cunt. So I did.

I quickly turned her so that her ass was on the edge of the bed and I
slid to my knees to inhale her pussy's aroma. I stroked the insides of
her thighs, brushed the outsides of her external labia and lightly
pinched before I took the entire length of her cunt into my gaping
mouth. She was on the verge of cumming so I waited for her to quiet down
before using my tongue's very tip to trace the outlines of her labia, to
graze her stiff clit, and to moisten her ass. I held her legs by the
ankles as she kept lifting herself in the air with nearly each lick, and
she grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth harder against her delectable
pussy streaming now with copious juices which smeared over my nose and
mouth and chin and cheeks.

"You have to earn the right to cum, Julia," I whispered.

"Oh yeah, anything, what do you want? What do you want me to do" she
gasped.

"I want you to count, that's all." I quickly went into my bedroom and
returned with my two-sided hairbrush: all soft bristles on one side, all
harder plastic-tipped metallic bristles on the other.

I pressed the soft side against her mons. She purred. Then the other
side, with greater force.

"Ooooooh," she panted.

I let the brush fall by its own weight onto her pussy and she nearly
leapt off the bed.

"Start counting, backwards, from 60" I ordered. I don't know what had
gotten into me, why all of a sudden I had decided to minister to this
young thing, a sub in domme's clothing (or unclothing) perhaps.....

"If you miss a beat, remember, I have to start over again." She nodded.

I began lightly at first, tapping the metal bristles down. We reached 50
and I increased my pressure and I increased the time between slaps and
Julia began to breathe a lot more heavily and her pussy began to
redden.....40 now.... She purred in between breaths and made as if to move
away, to deflect my blows.

"Do you want to stop?" I asked.

She shook her head, and caught her breath.

"Then keep your fucking legs open and still like a good bitch!" I was
beginning to grow heady with my new role, with the power I perceived I
had over this willing and tender and young and pretty and slutful bitch.
I was indeed a good student and I used what I had learned from Monica and
Sandra and Nikki to very good effect. I strung Julia out and began to
slap harder and harder, sometimes against the insides of her thighs,
sometimes against her anal rosebud, but then harder and harder across her
sensitive pussy and clit.

She began to really cry out with each stroke.... We were down to 11 and
her breathing was so rapid I thought she might faint.... But she took it.
Her cunt was burning, she was clutching my bedsheets and screaming and
leaping and squirming and I brought the last stroke down so hard I was
afraid it might leave an indelible mark. Then I swiftly turned the brush
over and pressed down the soft bristles firmly onto her clit and lips and
she came for me in waves, shuddering and yelling and shouting like a
wonderfully liberated creature of pure pleasure. I continued to hold
the brush and press it hard against her flesh and she rubbed herself
involuntarily against it as she bucked in orgasm Then I took her into my
mouth and sopped up everything I could, tenderly, oh so tenderly, with my
lips and tongue.

My own pussy was now in heat so I moved up on the bed to straddle her
head and held it by the hair as she took her willing and grateful lips to
my cunt and ass, and I ground myself into her and came and came and
came...

We embraced and enjoyed the pleasures of intertwining and mutual
pussylicking throughout the night until exhaustion forced us both into
slumber.

So much for my resolutions....

(To be continued I hope.... Most amazing 2 weeks of my life.)