Summer Semester

Tuesday 7:00 a.m. Summer semester. My usual spot in the Student Center.

It was a routine: a 10 K run and weights before first light; pick up a large coffee and a newspaper, then settle in on a couch in the Student Center. I wasn't teaching that summer, and didn't have to be on campus, but I guess I am a creature of habit.

About the time I reached the editorial page, she took a seat on the couch facing mine. We knew each other by sight, having crossed paths several times in the Student Center that summer. "Intermediate Algebra" : I could see the title of the textbook she was vainly trying to study. She shifted her bottom around, folded her feet up next to her on the seat, then put them down again, twisted a strand of hair between her fingers, and fidgeted incessantly. No wonder she was bored. Another "college" course that was watered down high school material at best, not really deserving to be called mathematics at all. Just 18, a freshman away from home for the first time, with an "un-decided" major, already bored senseless with the American college experience: it was easy to surmise her brief biography.

But what a fresh, unspoiled beauty she possessed! Light brown hair falling in luxuriant waves past her shoulders; those bright, laughing eyes, matching the smile on her soft, full lips; the regular features, the flawless peaches and cream complexion, with just a hint of tan. She wore athletic shorts, a plain white t-shirt, and flip-flops. The simplicity of her attire accentuated the curves of her tight, young body. A glance at her long, perfectly shaped legs extended out in front of her as she rested her feet on the table between us was all it took: I wanted her.

I don't generally give a crap what other people think of me, and I don't know why I feel the need to justify myself now, but the reader should know: I still believe education is a sacred calling; I don't "hit" on my students; and I am only interested in consensual relationships with persons who know what they are doing: no cruelty, no compulsion, no deceit, no tricks.

"Mr. Bear's 7:45 class, right?", I said.

"Yeah, that's right.", she answered, looking up.

"You know, he actually asks for that time slot?!", I joked.

"Really?"

"Yeah, a real masochist."

"Maybe a bit of a sadist too. Hellacious quizzes.", she replied.

"I'm Max, by the way."

"Meghan, Meg.", proffering a hand.

We engaged in the usual small talk. Classes, dorm life, friends, the family back home. The

non-verbal

communication was loud and insistent. I stretched out my 6-foot 8-inch frame by way of a physical yawn. I am naturally muscular, and discipline my body to be hard and lean; my waist is 32 inches, my chest 48 inches; my arms are solid oak. With my steel blue eyes, and blond hair, I have been called a Viking king. I could feel Meg's eyes give my body a furtive up and down evaluation. From the momentary distraction in her eyes, I knew she wanted me too.

What was her future? Another girl away at college for the first time: sometimes horny, often afraid. Every guy on campus, - and many girls too -, would be after her cherry. She had had a few boyfriends in high school, - nothing beyond some hand holding, nervous kissing, light petting; not that she didn't want more, but she had a sense of the power that her physical attractiveness gave her, and intuitively felt her virginity was a prize not to be traded away lightly. Yet, paradoxically, she felt a secret contempt for the boys who begged for her attention, protested their true love, and seemed to be willing to act out any role to be with her. Sometimes she also felt an attraction for "bad boys", who she knew would grab what they wanted with force; but also felt fear and revulsion at their violence and brutality. Would she follow the usual path of a modern, American college girl? The disappointing first sexual encounter; the slide into aimless promiscuity; maybe some truly revolting, frightening encounters; and, at last, resignation to a relationship with a man who offered stability, but little passion or fulfillment, - and finally regretting everything.

Enough small talk. Now or never.

We had been conversing about her plans to live off campus next semester; and I mentioned that I had a penthouse apartment vacant in a high rise building across from campus, and was willing to rent it at far below the going rate to have it not sit empty. Would she like to ditch her morning classes and see it? But what was I? A stranger really. Was this safe? And despite her obvious physical attraction to me, maybe teaching mathematics part time and actually reading a

paper

newspaper made me an old fool in her eyes. Real life is not like an erotic novel. I get my face slapped, I get laughed at, I get insulted, 99 times out of a 100. But that hundredth time is what makes it worthwhile: nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"Come on, let's go!", I said, getting up and heading to the Student Center exit.

Yes!

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Meg hurrying to catch up with me!

"Just across the street, and down two blocks. Short walk.", I said to her.

In no time we were in the lobby of the building, and fate decided that the elevator doors would be opening as soon as we came to them. This was going to happen! At the next floor a group of loud, profane college "men" crowded into the elevator, hooting obscenities at each other. A couple of the guys leered at Meghan, with a hungry, wolf-like stare. She retreated, pressing herself against me, in the corner of the elevator, instinctively afraid of this predatory gang of males. Alone with her, they would give her no more say in her fate than that of a rabbit seized by a wild dog.

We were alone when we got off at the top floor and I unlocked the apartment door.

"Furnished. Two bedrooms. Nice, large living room. Kitchen is large too, with a new, decent sized fridge. I don't have time to manage the rental myself: I have a farm, a business, and commercial properties, in addition to teaching part time. But a management company would eat up any profit; so I have just been trying to rent it out at a low rate to someone who won't tear the place up, just to have the place occupied."

I showed her the layout of the place, ending the tour looking out the wide picture window facing west. From 30 floors up, you could see forever. From this side of the building one had a view of the rolling green hills, the woods and lakes, the tidy, well-kept farms stretching out to the far horizon. The warm sun slanted against us, a happy, secure feeling of emotional sunshine pervading the room. I was standing beside her, a little behind Meghan. Quickly, I bent down and kissed the top of her head and briefly put my arm around her waist, just as quickly taking it away. Academics chatter too much. Maybe I am included in that generalization. The most important decisions are made without words. She didn't pull away, but almost imperceptibly leaned closer to me. I bent down again and kissed her, first on the forehead, then on the lips. We embraced, and when I kissed her, she kissed back.

I straightened up and turned to face her, looking directly into her eyes.

"Take your clothes off. All of them. NOW.", I said flatly.

Meghan froze.

I didn't smile. My tone was hard, even, not threatening, but not supplicating either.

"You can go now, if that's what you want. The door is open. You don't ever have to see me again, and I will wish you nothing but the best in any case.", I said, and then paused.

She didn't move a millimeter. What was happening was out of her experience, out of the scope of any of her imaginings too.

"Do you

want

to leave? Make your decision now: Strip yourself naked as you've been told to do, or go to your morning algebra class."

Her face turned bright red, but she stripped her clothes off without hesitation, dropping them on the floor in front of her.

"Good.", I said gently.

I embraced her softly, kissed her on the forehead and gently whispered,

"Don't be afraid. You are a wonderful, beautiful person, deserving of everything good in the world."

We embraced for a few short moments, then I straightened up and looked her hard in the eyes.

"Let's go. Into the living room. Time for your inspection.", I said in a hard, firm tone.

"Stand there. Put your hands behind your back."

I stood and looked at her from a distance. Her young breasts were high and firm. The areola were delightfully large, pink and puffy; her nipples hardening as I gazed at them. I moved closer and ran the flat of my hand across her firm, flat belly, up and under her tits, then cupping each titty in my wide hand, delighting in their resilience. I let my thumbs brush across the points of her hardening nipples, as I held each loosely at first, then closing my grasp and squeezing her tits with increasing firmness. I bent down and kissed her deeply. Her mouth opened in response to my kiss, inviting me in.

I stopped, backed up, and looked at her. I frankly stared at her beauty. Shameless. Letting her sense my lack of either shame or hesitation in enjoying her nakedness.

I pointed to the over-sized easy chair in the middle of the room.

"Sit down. Scoot your butt to the edge of the chair. Good. Now drape your legs over each of the arms of the chair."

Meghan complied wordlessly.

"I am going to have a look at your pussy."

She seemed a little .... shocked at the "crude" language I used. I smiled a small, sly smile at her.

"Do you want me to call it your

vagina

? This isn't a medical examination, and I am a Doctor of Mathematics, not medicine. So how about you spread those long, lovely legs

wide

open, so I can inspect that glorious

pussy

, OK?"

"OK", Meghan muttered as she slid her thighs further apart.

And it was a glorious pussy. Pink and tight; her labia beginning to unfold like an exotic flower in blossom.

"Play with your pussy for me."

"WHAT?", Meghan woke up with a start.

"You heard me! Play with your pussy. Just like you do when you masturbate. You aren't going to tell me you never masturbate, Meg dear?" My tone was hard and merciless.

Still, she hesitated.

"OK. You know where the door is.", I said in a flat, low voice.

Meghan reached between her legs and began to finger her love slot.

"Very nice. You can squeeze your nips with your free hand. Or maybe I can do that for you ...later... Right now I just want to take in that sweet, pretty pussy. Let's talk about your

pussy

a bit, Meghan. You don't mind talking about your cunning little cunt hole do you, Megan dear?"

Meghan didn't object, as she slowly rubbed her pussy, eyes half-closed.

"So, what, or who, has been inside that tight little love hole of yours?"

"Nobody, nothing", she murmured.

"Speak up! Nobody has fucked you yet?", I put it bluntly.

"No.", she gave the mono-syllabic reply.

"This won't do!", I said. "Answer in complete sentences, and to the point!", I growled.

"I am a virgin, yes. I haven't been fucked."

"Yet I see that your pubic area is smooth and bare! That's usually a sure sign a girl has become a sexually active young woman. Explain."

Our interview was clearly turning Meghan on: her pussy was damp, and the love juices were starting to seep out of her love crack.

"At the end of the last semester I read a Reddit exchange between two girls talking about how much they enjoyed oral sex. One of them talked about how much better the sensation was after she had her pubic hair removed completely....Well, and I just couldn't help thinking about it, I mean like every night for a while..."

"Couldn't help thinking about

what

? Be a grow-up person and say it clearly!"

"About having my pussy eaten.", Meghan panted.

She was clearly close to orgasm. I stopped talking and listened to the crackling noise as she rubbed her wet pussy faster and began to diddle her clit in earnest. I reached down, grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from her love hole. She looked up at me with glazed eyes.

"But no guy, or girl, has tasted that premium twat? No guy got you to suck his cock?", I demanded.

"I haven't had my pussy eaten, ever. And, no, I haven't even seen a guy's cock in person, much less taken one in my mouth.", she rattled it off really fast.

I bent over and kissed her belly all over with little butterfly kisses, then swirled my tongue in her navel. I kissed up and down the inside of each thigh, then kissed my way up to her pubic mound. Her labia were had fallen completely out now, and I ran just the edge of my tongue along the very edge of each of her pussy lips. Then I took each of her lips between my lips and sucked, one then the other. No hurry. Rushing was the way to ruin the moment. At last I gently spread her open to expose her hard little button. I made a tight circle with my lips and sucked gently on her clit.

Meghan was moaning, and bucking her hips up against my mouth. Her hands were behind my head pulling my mouth down onto her hot, wet love hole. She would come soon... I pulled up, and looked straight into her surprised, but unfocused eyes. I squeezed a nipple hard between thumb and forefinger; not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to gain her attention. She looked a little confused, and a little pissed too.

"Hey, hey," I said. "I know you want to cum. Need to cum. But we still have things to talk about. So settle down for a minute, OK?", I warned.

"Just what did you expect to happen here this afternoon?"

Silence.

"You haven't forgotten where the door is?", I sighed.

"OK", she murmured, turning her head to avert my gaze, "I wanted you to be the first guy to fuck me."

"What?", I said. "I didn't catch that."

She looked up at me and said in a low monotone: "I wanted you to fuck my pussy."

"And when I stretched my body in the Student Center, where did your eyes go and what were you thinking?"

She didn't hesitate in her reply this time:

"My eyes were looking at your crotch. I was thinking how your cock looked, about how big it must be." A short pause, then she added "How your cock would feel sliding in and out of my pussy."

"OK, now we're getting somewhere! You are lovely, an exceptionally beautiful young woman. Yes, a real treasure. But no matter how sweet and lovely that pussy, you should get over the idea that if you "let" me fuck you then I owe you something. If you want to be fucked, - and you shouldn't take that I will choose to use you for granted -, you need to adjust your attitude. So are you still with me, or not?"

"No, I am still here. I want to be here."

"You weren't afraid that I was a lunatic? That I might chain you up in a sealed room and torture you? Or maybe you were, sensibly, a bit afraid, but took a chance because you wanted a man to take you. Not a begging boy, a

man.

"

"Yes," Meghan, replied quietly, "something like that."

"Let's start again, then. Say 'Yes, SIR.'"

"Yes, Sir. That is what I wanted, I guess, Sir"

"Don't ever make a joke out of addressing me with respect, or it's over, OK?"

"Got it. Sir.", she replied with a serious tone.

I had started to rub her needy love hole as we talked. Smiling, I said, "So let's continue the inspection, sweetness."

"Turn around now. Kneel on the seat of the chair. Here, we'll incline the back a little lower. Now lean your torso on the back."

Meghan scrambled into position.

"Now reach back and spread those ass cheeks ...

wide.

"

She started to complain, but I gave her ass a hard spank.

"Again? I have to say it again, do I? Am I your Sir, or not? Just make the decision once and for all already.

I don't have time to deal with a Disney princess," I barked. "So spread those tight ass cheeks open and let your Sir have a good, long look at your pretty little bung hole!"

She obeyed.

Her tight, pink rosebud anus was completely exposed to my view.

"So what am I looking at, Princess?", I asked.

"My asshole, Sir."

"And what comes out of that hole, Princess?"

Pause. I gave her ass a quick smack.

"Shit, Sir. My shit comes out of that hole."

"Shit? You mean you don't crap gold nuggets and piss champagne?"

"No, Sir.", she replied nervously.

"Think about that a while.", I said.

I was silent for a while, then started to rub two finger up and down her love crack. After a while she moved back against my hand, trying to work her clitoris against my moving digits.

"Relax, - but stay where you are: I will be right back."

I went to the bathroom and got a washcloth, a pan of soap and warm water, and a soft towel.

Pulling up a stool behind her, I ordered her to spread her cheeks again.

Gently I washed her anus with the washcloth and lovingly patted it dry. I rolled a thumb around the ring of sphincter muscles, testing the elasticity of her tight little asshole. Again, I slid two digits slowly up down the length of her love slot...

"Every part of you is beautiful.", I said gently.

"If I choose to make you mine, I want every part of you: body, mind and soul, because all of you is precious to me."

Then I rolled my tongue to a point and inserted it hard into her virgin asshole. She bucked back against me, eager for me to tongue fuck her butt, as my fingertips rubbed her clit in a rapid rhythm. Meghan's orgasm came suddenly, with a shudder and a long moan.

Quickly, I picked her up, carried her limp, naked body to the bedroom, put her down on the bed and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed. Meghan rested her feet on my broad shoulders, and I started to lap at her sopping love hole again. The taste of her love juices, the aroma of her sex, the way she closed her legs tight around my head as she orgasmed again: it overwhelmed my senses.

Meghan must have passed out for a minute. Maybe I did too. Suddenly I was standing over her nakedness, smiling. She realized she was completely naked, while I had been dressed the whole time: a realization that she found simultaneously humiliating and exciting.

Seconds passed like hours.

After what seemed like forever, I smiled, and said,

"What do you want to do now, Princess?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "I still want to fuck you, - Sir."

"Greedy and self-centered. But you show promise.", I laughed. Then I added, "You should have a look, maybe a

taste

of my cock first, before I decide whether to share my big, beautiful member with you. I don't do one-night stands, OK. And you need to be really sure this is what you want."

Meghan gave a half-serious pout in reply.

"I know I want your big, beautiful cock inside me now - Sir.", she simpered.

"And you must learn some discipline if you want me to own you! Take a shower. Clean up. Go home, do your homework like a good student should, and leave that tender, virgin pussy alone for the night. Tomorrow this time report here and I'll see what I think after we get to know each other a little better. So - See you tomorrow, sweetness?"

"Yes, Sir!"