I am a professor at a small Midwestern college which will have to remain nameless in this story. The college dominates our small town as the largest employer, and the student body makes up a large percentage of the population. There is nothing too unusual about that, there are countless little college towns like ours.
I had called in a female student for a counseling session because she is not doing well in my class. Unlike High School, we do not babysit the students. If they do not attend lectures and do not do well on exams, then they pay the consequences. But this young woman initially showed promise, and I wanted to find out why she had stopped performing.
There was a faint knock on my office door, and I walked over to open it. Standing in the hallway was the student I had summoned, a young lady named Julie. She is incredibly petite, probably under a hundred pounds soaking wet. She is slender and almost flat-chested, and not even five feet tall.
"Come in. Sit down, make yourself comfortable."
I wanted to be friendly and easy to talk to, not judgmental or critical. This was not a session to punish her, it was to help her. I ushered her to a chair in front of my desk, and I sat down behind the desk.
I had seen her in class of course, but up close and personal I was amazed by what a little pixie she is. She has a short, almost boyish hairdo, and a wholesome girl-next-door face with no makeup. She is very pretty in a Tom Boy sort of way, and I was very attracted to her.
"What can you tell me about why you are suddenly not interested in my class? Am I really that boring?"
She avoided making eye contact and fidgeted and squirmed in her chair.
"It's not you, it is my problem. It is very personal, and I don't think I can talk about it."
I got up from behind my desk and walked around to sit on a chair directly in front of Julie's chair. I wanted to be less formal and make it more personal and friendly.
"Julie, I wanted to talk about your poor performance in my class, but it seems you have personal issues. Maybe those issues are the cause of your problems in class. Can you tell me what is going on?"
I waited as she thought for a moment, and then said "It is the guy I have been seeing."
Of course, I thought. A relationship problem.
"Can you explain? Tell me more."
She seemed embarrassed, and reluctant to talk.
"It's a sex thing" she said softly.
"Julie, you can talk to me about anything. This is a private, closed door session. Nothing you say will leave this room."
To reinforce that, I walked to the door and locked it.
There was only awkward silence for a few minutes, but I waited for her to respond.
Her face was red, but she managed to say "He said that I look like a boy, so he wants to do me like a boy."
It took me a moment to understand that, but I finally did. So this jerk she is dating wants to sodomize her. Can't say I blame him.
I have enjoyed anal sex with a few different women in my time, but none were like Julie. Don't misunderstand; I do not like overweight women. However, my past conquests were average size women with some curves and a normal sized butt.
Julie, on the other hand, was petite and slender, with a small, tight butt. I had to fight to maintain my disinterested, nonchalant demeanor. I needed to appear totally professional, with only Julie's best interest at heart.
"Well, Julie, anal sex is something many women like. Some even learn to prefer it that way. Why don't you try it?"
"We did. It didn't work."
"Julie, please don't make me pull everything out of you a little at a time. Tell me the whole situation."
She was even more red-faced now, but she said "He tried to get it in me, but it wouldn't go in."
"He poked and prodded and fumbled around for a while, and then gave up. I was willing to do it, but maybe my . . . umm . . . maybe I am too small."
She almost said 'my asshole is too small' before she caught herself. This was really starting to turn me on. The image of this innocent young woman with some guy trying to get his cock up her ass was exciting.
I began to formulate a plan to get her to try it with me. I knew I could get it in even if she squirmed and squealed and tried to resist. I know from experience that if you push hard enough, a woman's asshole will stretch and accept your cock. And once you get it in, they usually surrender and enjoy it.
"Does your boyfriend have an unusually large penis?"
She said "I don't know. I don't know what is normal."
I seized the opportunity and unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. It was semi-erect due to the direction this conversation had taken.
Julie burst out the expression that all the young people use, "Oh my God!" She looked away, but her eyes were drawn back to it. "Should you be doing that?"
One of the ladies I see from time to time is an English Lit professor with a clever sense of humor. She said "dick" is not an adequate description for my penis; she calls it "Sir Richard" out of respect for the size of it.
"Julie, I need to find out if your boyfriend's penis is larger than mine. This is the only way I can think of to determine that. We are both adults, just try to stay objective."
She stared at it intently, as if it was a valuable work of art.
