Prof. Johnson's First Frat Party Ch. 02

He laughed and put his hand on my head. "Glad you like it."

I bit my lip and looked up at him. "Can I suck it?" I asked demurely.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Johnson," he exhaled. "Absolutely."

A big smile spread across my face as I wrapped my two hands around his enormous rod. It was wonderful to be suddenly spared the destruction of my career, and even more delightful to have a big cock to suck. I stoked him up and down, marveling at the size and power of his dick. My fingertips didn't even touch.

"Is it OK if I lick your balls first?" I teased as I leaned forward to lick his sac while I jerked his cock in my dainty hands. I ran my tongue all over the wrinkled skin of his balls.

"You're a saucy little thing, aren't you?" he chuckled as I sucked his left nut into my mouth and massaged him with my tongue. "I had a feeling..."

"Mmmmm," I responded, unable to speak with his huge testicle in my mouth. After lathering up his balls I licked my way up his massive pole. I locked eyes with The Professor and planted a lingering kiss on the head of his cock. He nodded, acknowledging my gesture of awe and respect for his giant tool. My tongue came out and licked a drop of precum off the tip, then I opened my jaw as wide as it could go and took his cock into my mouth, feeling the head push out my cheeks.

"Oh, yeah, darling," The Professor moaned, "that's it. I've had my eye on you for three years now. I always thought there might be a hot little cocksucker hidden in there."

I giggled and pulled off his tool for a moment. "Guess you were right," I chirped and resumed my attack on his kingly shaft, trying to please him as best I could. I licked it all over and ran my tongue down the underside, going all the way back down to lick his balls again. I ran my mouth back up and engulfed his cock, managing to swallow almost half before gagging.

"C'mon, darling, you can do better than that!" the Professor growled.

I tried harder and took another inch. I bobbed my head but the tip seemed too fat to fit any deeper. When I looked up and saw disappointment on his face I had a momentary sense of defeat, but right then and there I resolved to satisfy him. I made a conscious effort to breathe through my nose and relax my throat muscles. I arched my neck to line up with his shaft. Using this technique I finally managed to work the head into the opening of my throat.

"Keep going," the Professor demanded.

My eyes were welling up with tears of effort, but I took a deep breath through my nose and pushed further. Finally, the head of his cock popped through. I took another breath, focused on relaxing, and pushed.

"Fuck yes, Alice!" the Professor howled as his entire length penetrated into my throat. "Yes! Yes! Suck my big cock!"

I beamed with pride as I pulled my head back slowly, my lips wrapped tightly around his thickness, then pushed all the way down again, deep-throating him until my nose was pressed into his belly.

The Professor grabbed my head and held me to him, then pulled back and pushed forward into my face. He was groaning and swearing as he used my head for his pleasure, fucking his cock deep into my throat, pumping his hips roughly while spit drooled down my chin and I gasped for air.

He was groaning and cursing, slamming his hard cock into my face as I struggled for breath. "Yes!" he rasped, "take it, you sexy little bitch! Take my fucking cock! Suck it!"

As he thrust into my mouth I grabbed his balls and rubbed urgently, trying to bring him off as quickly as possible before I suffocated.

"Oh, Alice!" he moaned, grabbing the base of his dick and fisting himself. "I'm going to... I'm going to cum!" he screamed as he jerked his shaft. He stroked so energetically that it slipped out of my mouth as the first blast emerged, splashing a thick blob of semen onto my right cheek. The next one hit my nose and dripped into my open mouth, then he shot a long, pearly rope across my left cheek, over my eye and into my hair.

I gobbled him back into my mouth and drank the remainder of his orgasm, his thick cum pouring onto my tongue and sliding down my throat. When he was finally drained he pulled out of my mouth slumped back onto his desk.

"Wow, Alice," he said, looking down at me. "You're a fucking mess."

I felt his goo dripping down my face. I scooped it up with my fingers, cleaning my cheeks and sucking it off my fingers. His cum tasted wonderful and I didn't want to miss a drop. I also wanted to put on the most erotic show I could for the Professor, to make sure I remained in his good graces.

"Nice," he said. "I had no idea you were such a horny little slut." I smiled and shrugged, licking a smear of sperm from the back of my hand.

"So," I asked, "did I make it up to you?"

"Oh, yeah," he nodded. "We're good."

Rising from my chair, I straightened my hair and checked my dress for cumstains. "Thank you Professor. I appreciate you being so understanding."

The Professor shook his head in wonder. I'm fairly certain he never had a student thank him for fucking their mouth and cumming on their face.

I opened the door and checked the hall, wanting to make sure the coast was clear before I ran to the bathroom to wash up.

"Why don't we meet here again next week?" the Professor suggested. "Just to check in."

"I think I'd like that. See you later, Professor."

*****

My office hours were Wednesday afternoon from two to four pm. No students ever came, but I dutifully sat in my office for two hours, just in case.

To use the time productively I was reading Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale for the third or maybe fourth time, scribbling notes in the margin. It was one of my favorite books and I planned to focus my senior thesis on George Orwell's influence on Atwood's writing. I have to admit, though, I wasn't just reading to use my time efficiently. I was reading to take my mind off of Ron and Professor Wilson. I had mentioned to each of them that no students ever came to my office hours as a subtle hint that I was alone and available on Wednesdays from two to four. I had already had sex in my classroom and in Professor Wilson's office; the idea of doing it in my office similarly excited me.

At 2:30pm I looked at my phone and sighed. Still an hour and a half to go. I stuck my head into the hallway and scanned both ways. No sign of life. I closed the door. I sat in my chair, mulling over the events of the past week. Naughty Alice was certainly enjoying herself, breaking out of her prissy shell. What would she do alone in her office, I mused?

Fortunately, I knew exactly what Naughty Alice would do. Anticipating a visit from Ron or the Professor, I wore a tiny halter top and short skirt under my baggy sweatshirt and harem pants. No bra or panties.

So, with 90 minutes to go, I shed my baggy outer layer, undid my bun, and let my hair down. I sat in my office in a tiny shirt and short skirt, reading Atwood and waiting for one of my men to arrive and fuck my brains out.

"Ms. Johnson?" came a soft voice along with a gentle knock on the open door. "May I come in?" I was so engrossed in my book I lost track of time. I looked at my phone. It was 3:50pm.

I looked up to see Sofia Cruz, Ron's collaborator on the Jazz analysis from Monday.

"Would you have a moment to talk about the topic for my term paper?" she asked politely.

"Of course," I replied enthusiastically, even though my office hours were almost over.

When I stood up I saw Sofia's eyes go wide. I completely forgot I was almost naked with my hair down. I was about to reach for my pants and sweatshirt but stopped myself, feeling it would only highlight the situation and increase the awkwardness.

"Ummm, sorry," I said, "I hadn't expected anyone at this late hour."

"Should I, uh, come back another time?" she offered, her eyes dropping to my hard nipples poking out from my skimpy top, then roaming down my obscenely exposed legs.

I took a deep breath. It was late and I was sure no one else would be coming by. In addition, I discovered that Sofia's wandering eyes made me tingle. I was becoming proud of my smooth, fit body and, on an instinctive level, I enjoyed her eyeing me up.

"No, no," I said, closing my book and offering her a chair. "You're here so we might as well talk. What's on your mind?"

"Well, I'm thinking of doing my term paper on Ernest Hemingway's influence on Gabriel García Márquez's short stories?" Sofia began, talking fast and nervously. I could tell she was making a conscious effort to look me in the eye, trying not to stare at my nipples.

Oddly excited, I nodded for her to continue. "Well, OK," she said, "I know Márquez is from Colombia but South America is part of the Americas so it's still American literature, right? Plus, I'm part Colombian and he's my favorite author. I think it would be interesting to apply the analytical tools you've been teaching us to dig into this topic..."

Sofia went on about how Hemingway's technique and discipline appears in Márquez's writing, but I was hardly listening. Instead, I found myself lost in her striking beauty. You could see her heritage in her face - the full lips; latte skin tone; deep grey-green eyes; and especially her dark hair which was woven into long braids that tumbled down her back.

"What do you think?" she asked, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Umm, great!" I blurted, caught off guard and trying to reclaim my professorial demeanor. My mind was racing and all I could muster for a response was, "I love your hair!"

My face went red. Sofia was clearly taken aback, as would be expected. Here was the TA she thought she knew, who discussed literature in baggy clothes with her hair in a bun, but now she was alone with Naughty Alice who seemed more interested in her braids than books.

"Ummm, thanks?" she replied hesitantly. She tilted her head and looked at me strangely, as if trying to peer into my brain.

"Oh, God! I'm so sorry," I said, scrambling to recover. "I'm sorry, Sofia. Look - I think your topic is brilliant, I really do. I just really like your hair, is all. I know I shouldn't have said that but --"

"No, no!" she exclaimed, holding her hands up as if to calm me down. "That's fine, really. I like your hair too. I've actually never seen it before. You always wear it up, right?"

"Yes," I confirmed, taking a deep breath and very relieved that Sofia hadn't stormed out of my office. "I just started wearing it loose the other day."

"Well, it's beautiful. You should," she said, smiling at me. I noticed her eyes drop to my nipples again, just for an instant. When her eyes returned to mine I smiled back. We both knew that she looked, that I knew she looked, and that she knew I knew. We weren't talking about literature anymore.

"I really love your braids," I repeated inanely.

"You do?" she said sweetly, turning her head to show me the full effect. "Do you ever braid?"

"When I was younger," I said, "but not in years."

We sat quietly for a moment, lost in our own heads, wondering where this was going.

"Want to?" she asked.

"Want to what?" I replied.

"Braid. Do you want me to braid your hair?" she explained, reaching into her bag. "I have my brush right here."

Sofia spent a long time brushing out my hair and using clips and pins to divide it into sections. It was like she brought a roving salon. She had a wonderful soft touch, and I enjoyed her fingers grazing over my scalp and bare shoulders as she worked. After being manhandled, quite literally, by Ron and Professor Wilson on Monday her touch was gentle, soothing, and surprisingly sensuous.

When Sofia started braiding the individual sections her fingers were even more active. She seemed to be trailing them along my neck more than necessary. I found her touch delightful, and felt my skin heating up. Without even realizing it I sighed contentedly.

"You like that?" Sofia asked suggestively.

"It feels wonderful," I said quietly, hesitant to admit it to her or myself.

"You have beautiful skin," she purred. Sofia dropped my hair and began to rub my neck softly. "Beautiful skin," she repeated. I closed my eyes as Sofia massaged my neck. This is so wrong, I thought to myself, but I didn't care. It felt too good. I had shattered so many boundaries in the past week there was no point in restraining myself now.

I let out a soft moan, letting Sofia know I was ready for more. She leaned forward and placed her lips against my neck, a soft kiss. I shuddered and moaned again, a little louder this time. Reading my signals clearly, Sofia explored my neck, kissing and nuzzling my burning skin and rubbing my bare shoulders. She brought her lips to my ear, "you're very sexy, Ms. Johnson. I'm glad you're my TA."

I exhaled. "Alice," I corrected. "Call me Alice."

"OK, Alice," she purred. Sofia went back to kissing my neck and slowly moved her hands around to my front. She gave me ample time to stop her but I kept my arms at my sides, letting her have her way with me. She placed her hands squarely on my breasts and grasped my nipples through the thin fabric of my tight shirt, twisting and squeezing them and sending shock waves through me. A woman was playing with my tits! A woman! I was confused but couldn't deny my arousal. Her touch was electric. Sofia clamped her mouth on my neck, sucking hard as she felt me up. She was giving me a hickey but I didn't care.

Sofia spun my chair around so I was facing her and brought her lips to mine. There was no hesitation. In an instant we were making out, our mouths pressed together as she leaned over me. My first kiss with a woman was magical - so soft and so delicious. Her tongue was lithe and wet, and when it undulated over mine I was wild with desire. She pulled the straps off my shoulders and shoved my shirt down to my waist, baring my tits to her. She squeezed and rubbed my breasts aggressively as we made out.

"I didn't know you like girls," Sofia rasped through our kiss, her hands working over my tingling chest.

"I didn't," I panted. "I've never done this before."

"Oh, fuck! That's so hot," she gushed as she dropped her hand to my thigh. I parted my legs slightly, signaling my willingness to go farther.

"You like it?" she teased, "you like making out with a girl?"

"I love it!" I hissed, wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her face to mine. I opened my legs even wider, backing up my words with action. "I fucking love it!"

Sofia's hand wandered up my thigh and under my skirt until her fingers reached the wet lips of my pussy.

"No panties!?" Sofia chimed. "Ms. Johnson! You're full of surprises today, aren't you?"

"Alice!" I moaned, pulling her face to mine.

We made out hungrily as Sofia's fingers explored my body, one hand squeezing my tits and twisting my nipples while the other played my pussy like a fine instrument. She slid her fingers up and down my slit then pushed her middle finger inside me while massaging my clit with her thumb.

Suddenly I had an urge, and I was pretty sure Sofia would be willing to satisfy it. I pulled my heels up to the edge of my chair and pushed down on her shoulders, sending her to her knees between my outstretched thighs.

"Eat me!" I demanded. I pulled up my skirt and pulled her head into my gash. "Eat me, please!" I cried again.

"Oh, fuck! I was hoping you'd say that!" Sofia said, and then she complied beyond my wildest dreams. She took my aching cunt lips into her mouth, sucking and sliding her tongue along my most sensitive parts. She nuzzled her smooth face against my thighs while slipping her fingers inside me, sending waves of pleasure through me. She nibbled and sucked at my clit and trailed her fingers down my slit and beyond, tickling my ass while she licked my wetness. I lost track of time as she devoured me, lifting me to the brink of orgasm and holding me there, exquisite torture, driving me wild until finally she sucked madly on my clit while plunging her thumb deep inside me and fingering my asshole to bring me to a crushing, screaming, bone-jarring climax in my office chair.

"Wow," I exclaimed when I finished shaking and gasping for breath. I opened my eyes, still panting, "that was the best!"

"Glad you liked it," Sofia said, beaming up at me from the floor, softly massaging my thighs.

"I loved it!" I gushed. "That was the most amazing thing ever, Sofia. You're incredible!" Sofia smiled. We were quiet for a moment, lost in each other's eyes, then she rose from the floor and brought her face to mine. She wrapped me in her arms and kissed me tenderly, sensing my post-orgasmic needs. Her kiss was flavored with my juices, making it even more erotic than before. The last time I tasted myself was when Ron pulled out of my dripping pussy and roughly shoved his cock in my mouth before overloading my tastebuds with a flood of semen, which as you can imagine made it difficult to appreciate my subtle flavor. But now, with Sofia, I could discern my essence on her tongue like a connoisseur. It was wonderful.

We kissed hungrily, allowing me to suck every drop of my juices from the inside of her mouth, fueling my craving for more. I broke our kiss and looked at her, taking in her alluring, beautiful eyes, her full, moist lips and long braids. Her chest was heaving with every deep breath.

"I want to do that to you," I said.

"You sure?" Sofia smiled.

"Positive," I confirmed.

"Ooooh, you're saying all the right things today, Alice!" Sofia scampered onto my desk and I rolled my chair over to her.

"You're so sexy," I said, looking up at her.

"So are you," she growled. Sofia undid the snap on her jeans and quickly shoved them down along with her panties. She brought her feet up to the edge of the desk, spreading herself before me.

"You sure you want to do this?" she said again. "You want to eat my pussy, Alice?"

I paused, taking in a closeup view of a woman's vagina for the first time. It was so erotic - the way her smooth, tan thighs drew me toward the treasure between her legs, the wet lips, the little hood at the top just begging to be explored. I took a deep breath, luxuriating in her scent.

"Oh, I'm sure," I said breathlessly. I took a thigh in each hand and lowered my head to paint a soft lick from the bottom of her gash to the top. She was delicious. I basked in the erotic feel of her cunt lips against my tongue, her taste and aroma. She was shaved smooth and freshly waxed, a look I'd never seen before but immediately fell in love with. I decided I was going to do it myself, as soon as I could.

Sofia moaned in a sexy way, providing a sensual soundtrack for my first pussy-eating experience. I was devouring her with all of my senses, licking and sucking, tasting and inhaling, my hands grazing her smooth thighs. It thrilled me beyond imagination to destroy yet another of the Puritanical taboos I had been living under.

As I feasted on Sofia's vagina it occurred to me that not only was I a cocksucker and a slut, but now I was also a pussy eater and a lesbian. I was all of those things, and happier than I had ever been in my life. What a wonderful week!

Eager to succeed in my latest incarnation, I increased my oral efforts to provide Sofia with a similarly earth-shaking orgasm. I sucked on her clit, slid my fingers inside her and tickled her asshole, just as she had done to me. I was a novice but I certainly knew what felt good to me.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, Alice! That's it! Suck my clit! Oh, fuck I'm gonna cum!" she grabbed my head and forced it into her dripping pussy, grinding her pelvis onto my face, pulling my hair and shrieking. "Yes, Yes, OH YES!" she wailed as I slipped my thumb into her cunt and my pinky finger into her asshole, bringing her to a wild climax. I saw her skin flush red and her body tremble in a way only possible in the throes of sexual ecstasy. She was enveloped in a powerful orgasm, the first I had ever brought to a woman.