A few years ago, a friend of mine called to let me know he had been in a bad car crash and would not be able to teach for the rest of the school year. He wanted to know if I was interested and available to fill in for him for the spring semester as the current temporary professor was not available. I would be teaching beginning, intermediate and advanced biophysics to pre-med students.
I agreed, more as a friend than anything else. Almost every student was a kinesiology major, one of the most difficult majors at that university. Much to my surprise, over half of each class were young women.
The first day was heady, I continually had to remind myself that I was their instructor and had to conduct myself accordingly. I was so glad that there was a lab bench between the coeds and the whiteboard where I could stand and hide my throbbing and leaking erection.
That evening after dinner, I slipped into my pool spa with a glass of wine to contemplate the day’s events. I pondered how I was going to survive the semester, surrounded by seductive young coeds three days a week.
Since I didn’t have an office at the university, I would stick around after class to answer any questions. Monica, who was in my intermediate class, stayed after the most often. She was struggling to gr a difficult concept in neurology. As the first midterm approached I was concerned she might not pass, so I offered her some private tutoring. Without an office, the only place I could suggest was my home. She didn’t seem to mind, and we agreed to meet the next evening at 7pm.
Monica was a tiny girl, barely five feet tall. A former gymnast, she had to give that up as her breasts began to swell at thirteen. At the appointed hour she knocked at my door and entered. I showed her to the dining room and sat her at the head of the table. I was on the side with a magnificent view of what I now estimated to be 32 E breasts that were covered by a conservative blouse that could do little to hide their massive girth.
I offered Monica a glass of wine to start, after a brief hesitation she agreed. Just as I got up to go to the kitchen, she leaned over to get her books from her backpack on the floor. It was only then that I noticed that the top three buttons of her blouse were open. This offered me an incredible view of the delicious curves of her bosom. Without even knowing, she was wearing my favorite color purple. My engorged cock throbbed, just inches from her face.
I took my time getting the wine to allow my stiff erection to subside a bit before returning. I didn’t want to scare her away.
After our second glass of wine Monica was having difficulty concentrating on the finer points of nerve function, so I asked her if she would like a demonstration. She agreed but was shocked and confused as to why I would ask her to take off her blouse. I explained that the demonstration would allow her to feel the different types of nerve impulses from various parts of her torso. With the effaspects of the wine clouding her better judgement, Monica stood and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, laying it on the table.
Standing before me, clad only in a pencil skirt and lace bra, she was understandably nervous… her heart pounded so loudly I could hear it as I approached her. Stopping behind her I reached around and brushed my hands down the length of her arms. A shiver ran through her. All the while I was quietly talking about the differences in sensations as perceived by the body’s nerve endings.
Unable to control them, Monica’s nipples hardened, standing out noticeably against the lace fabric of her bra. As a wicked smile played upon my lips, I took her hand and led her back to the chair and had her sit down. I took a silk scarf from my pocket and gently tied it around her eyes, then two more bound her hands to the chair’s arms.
Her breathing became short and fast and she asked why she needed to be restrained and blindfolded. I explained that the senses are heightened when the body is deprived of sight and the ability to control one’s environment. Now blindfolded, she could hear me open and close a drawer, followed by the unmistakable SNIP SNIP of scissors. As the tattered remains of her exquisite bra tumbled to her feet, her large, very firm orbs were exposed to my gaze.
The combination of excitement, nervousness and uncertainty about what was to come made her nipples harder than ever and immediately I began to stroke her breasts, circling the creamy mounds with my fingers. Monica ged, “my God, is this really happening, she asked with a tremor in her voice? The gentle teasing of her breasts made her nipples stiffen into diamond hard peaks that throbbed uncontrollably. Her breathing began to quicken as she bit her lip to conceal her desire as I began to lightly pinch her nipples. It was clear from her writhing body that the sensation was heady.
Soon I went from gently tugging and pulling her nipples to twisting them and pulling them hard. I tugged and pulled, harder and harder, flicking them with my fingers while she was powerless to stop me. As she ged, it was clear that no one had ever touched her delicate nipples with such roughness before!
She was not prepared to feel my warm, wet mouth on them. I sucked and nibbled her nipples until I could smell her pussy began to moisten, then drip with moisture. She ged as soon as she felt my teeth - not a gentle nibble, but hard, firm bites on her nipples. My teeth bit into her sensitive tips and I grazed them from base to tip with my teeth. She moaned, and I asked her to be quiet, telling her that she hadn't experienced anything yet.
I stood up and she heard me rustling around in the room. When I returned, she felt the cold sting of freezing metal on her freshly bitten nipples! She cried out in pain and I laughed, asking her if she had ever had clamps on her nipples before? She shook her head. The pain in her nipples was both terrible and exquisite at the same time. The more pain that shot through her sensitive, swelling nipples, the more her pussy began to throb with a need she had never felt before. Her musky scent was intoxicating.
Continued in next Journal entry.