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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Visiting Professor (Pt 4) (mf)
Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2001 20:10:02 -0500
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VISITING PROFESSOR (Part 4)
INTRODUCTION

This is subject to all the usual provisos: 
Graphic sex follows.
I'm not responsible for you reading this if you are underage.
The contents are purely fiction and all characters are figments of my
imagination.
This story is copyrighted and any reproduction requires the explicit consent of
the author; i.e. me.
AIDS/HIV and other STD do not exist in my fiction but do in reality-if you
attempt to live the lifestyle depicted please take precautions.

I haven't posted a story on the ASS or ASSM sites for six or seven years, and
back in the past only one long story and a couple of episodes.  Marriage can do
that, but since that now is my past I thought I would toss something out. 
Originally this was just a tangent of a larger project, but I think it can
stand-alone.  

The next part of the story will be posted whenever I feel it's ready.  There
are also a couple of trails that I plan to develop, but if any reader would
like to suggest where I could take this it will be considered.


EIGHT

Over the next month David and Sarah's relationship developed a routine.  Friday
or Saturday they'd go to Syracuse, once to Albany, for entertainment and then
back to her apartment.  During the week they'd steal over to David's place over
lunch once or twice a week.  David found he could tell when those days were by
her clothing-pants meant a leisurely lunch somewhere in Montrose, a dress or
skirt his place and furtive sex upstairs, the couch or once on the kitchen
linoleum.  The classes that David was also teaching also developed their own
rhythm and he that there weren't too many difficulties in adjusting to the
all-female student body at Montrose.

At the beginning of February Sarah suggested they take a long weekend to
Sugarbush, a ski resort in neighboring Vermont.  David was a little
tentative-he'd only gone skiing a couple of times and honestly hadn't really
enjoyed it.  But Sarah was insistent: some friends of her had rented a chalet
and it wasn't, she hinted salaciously, like they had to spend all day on the
slopes.  It wasn't too hard for David to rearrange his schedule so they could
steal away on a Thursday and having colleagues proctor an exam and a quiz for
his Friday class.

They left Thursday in David's old Volvo wagon, vestige of his married days, as
soon he taught his early class.  It was a fairly long drive, with the last hour
winding up to the mountaintop, and they arrived at the resort in mid-afternoon.
 Sarah directed him to the chalet, where a couple of her friend had already
arrived.  This was a couple from Boston; Sarah had roomed with Susan a year
when they were both at Montrose and was a perky blond with shoulder length
hair.  Her husband, also called David but more usually Dave, worked for one of
the large investment companies serving the Boston Brahmins and techno yuppies. 
Both were raring to hit the slopes and left David and Sarah to unload their
stuff.  While they were doing that the other couple, Sudha and Wendy, drove up.
 

Sudha was also a Montrose graduate and she embraced Sarah warmly, kissing her
on the cheek.  Originally from south India, Sudha was dark-skinned with an
aquiline nose that suited her the fine-boned of her face.  Her girlfriend,
Trudy was a short and plump with dyed red hair.  Both had nose rings, though
Sudha out of her tradition and Trudy in rebellion of hers.  Sudha was a sales
exec with a well-known firm headquartered in Rochester and Wendy was in grad
school at RTI.  After they unpacked it was clear than none of the four were
interested in getting in a couple of runs in before dinner.  

Sarah and Sudha hadn't seen each other for three or four years and were
catching up on old times and old friends.  David suggested going out to find
some decent wine and Trudy tagged along with him.  They walked down the hill
from the chalet toward the center of the resort, found a wine 'shoppe' and
picked up a few bottles of decent cabernet.  During the walk David tried to
engage Trudy in conversation but she seemed rather dull.  He even tried to
build some rapport by noting they were the only strangers here since the other
four staying at the chalet all knew each other for a long time, but Trudy noted
that much as that might be something they shared, they remained strangers to
each other.  David was rather glad when they got back to house and the
depressing walk ended.

They all got rather drunk on the wine David brought, which they used to wash
down the steaks Dave and Susan had driven up from Boston.  Dave had been a
history major as an undergrad and seem to relish conversing with David, as if
taking him back in time before he got his MBA and entered Wall Street world. 
Susan was careful to keep Trudy included in the conversation among the women
sitting around the fireplace and avoiding the tendency the others had to
reminisce about college days and gossip about alumnae Trudy didn't know. 
David's head got hazy even though he didn't puff on the joint the Boston couple
passed around, and at one point found Sarah necking with Sudha in the kitchen. 
Somewhat dazed David stumbled off to bed, but before he drifted off to sleep an
energetic Sarah jumped onto the bed.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, sitting cross-leg aside his prostrate body.  She
pulled off her sweater and tee shirt in one rip and tossed them on the floor. 
David's sleepy eyes opened and saw her small breasts harnessed in a black silky
bra that was soon discarded.  These drooped over his chest as she leaned over
to kiss him on the mouth.  

"I haven't been paying enough attention to you," Sarah conceded as she broke
their kiss and swung her legs over the lip of the bed to pull off her jeans. 
"But what I would really like if you would give some attention to me.  I know I
can be selfish. . ."

Quickly she snuggled under the comforter and pressed her body lithe body
against his.  Her hand found his limp cock and began caressing it.  David felt
the blood flush through and engorge his member.

"What was that about, in the kitchen?" he asked, trying to maintain his
concentration.  In addition to the hand sheathed around his now hard prick,
Sarah was alternating biting his nipples.  She broke away and straddled his
stomach, pressing the palms of her hands on his ribcage, so the cleft between
her admittedly generous buttocks gripped his hard-on.

"With Sudha?  Did it bother you?"  Her fingers kneaded his chest and twisted in
the already curly hair there.  Sarah rocked her body so his prick slid between
her ass-cheeks and against the base of her spine.  "It was just an old-time
thing . . . we were lovers for awhile.  But she was very gay and I am very
not!"

Sarah lifted her hips, grabbed his prick and placed it at the opening of
orifice, and plummeted down on him.  David felt the moist sheath of her Sarah's
cunt engulf him and it felt at home in her dark, dank, moist confines. 
Automatically he found himself thrusting into her, and she did the same so her
cunt swallowed up the length of his penis.  They rocked their bodies against
and fucked for a while.  David felt deadened by the alcohol and tried to
analyze if Sarah's relationship with Sudha affected him.  What had she said,
sometime ago?  "You build a women's college in the middle of no where.  A
thousand young horny women show up, probably ten percent are gay and another
ten percent want to see if they are.  And then there's another fifty percent
that don't care as long as they get laid somehow.  And the rest just think
about it."  Sarah broke into his thoughts by disengaging their bodies.  She
kissed him again.

"Will you eat me?" she asked.  She slid off his body and lay on her back, her
legs spread under the sheets and comforter.  David's head was swelling with the
wine and just the sheer physical and emotional attachment he was feeling for
Sarah, and dove under the bedclothes into the valley between her thighs.  His
tongue trailed a line of saliva along the flesh insides of her resting thighs. 
At their nexus he found the tropical jungle of her thick pubic hair, brown and
not blond like that on her head, and explored through their canopy to the roots
embedded in her soft flesh.

When the tip of David's tongue parted her lower lips her horniness washed over
him.  There was the tropical head generated by their fucking, the thick
humidity of her juices pouring over his nose as it inhaled Sarah's essence, and
the musky aroma of her sex.  All of this pulled David's face into her.  His
tongue revolved around the delicate flower of her inner labia, delving to feel
the walls of her love channel with their little bumps and grooves, before
focusing on the jewel of her clitoris which he stroked lovingly feeling the
raspiness of his tongue stroke the smoothness of her 'amor veneris'.  He could
feel the little bud glow against his lips.

Sarah's pelvis bucked off the mattress when she started to come, driving her
hips painfully into David's jaw and mouth.  But he could feel her need for
release and kept probing and stroking until he wrestled the energy from her
loins and Sarah seemed to turn to jell.  Her legs closed softly around his head
pressing his face into her satisfied cunt.  David fed off the richness he
inhaled until Sarah released her leg lock and dragged his body atop of hers.

He hadn't been conscious of his hard-on during the oral sex, but it suddenly
reached the forefront of his consciousness when Sarah firmly grasped it and
pulled the foreskin down so the head met the friction of her pubic hair.  As he
thrust spasmodically against her pubic bone Sarah pulled the tip of his prick
downward to his automatic pulsing penetrated into her slick tunnel.  Soon David
was fucking her hard missionary style, her vagina like a glove around his
length till the hand that held him patiently milked his semen.

Exhausted he lay on top of her, and only then became aware that her fingernails
were dug into his shoulders, and had done the same up his back.  He could feel
the welts forming from the piercing but really didn't care.  He slid out of her
and rolled on to his back.  She kissed him again, and tweaked his nipples.

"One of these days you'll get a blowjob you'll won't forget," whispered Sarah,
"I owe you one."

Barely conscious David realized that he'd never gotten head from Sarah, except
for brief interludes during foreplay, though he'd eaten her sumptuousness cunt
out enough times at the beginning or to end sex to merit some return.  He
clenched her in his arms and between her legs and fell into the arms of sleep.


NINE

David had no idea what could happen among the three couples, and while he
speculated among the permutations of Susan, Sudha, Sarah and Trudy and the
other Dave and himself, there were no sexual high jinks involving partner
swapping or multiple liaisons.  Except for the Sunday morning when all six had
been skiing, David and Trudy on the beginner's slope and the others higher up
the mountain, and David spied Sarah and Sudha heading for the chalet after a
run and it being a couple of hours before he next saw them on ski-lifts above
him.

On Saturday night David and Sarah made slow love while in the next room Dave
had Susan screaming and the bedposts pounding the wall.  Sunday morning David
made an embarrassed exit from the chalet's bathroom after finding Trudy on her
knees licking Sudha's cunt as they lay in the spray of a warm showerhead.  But
the thought aroused David enough to plunge his prick into the sleeping Sarah
after making a warm pot of coffee.

The all skied Sunday.  David's muscles were burning and felt as if they were
going to tear.  Still he and Trudy were cajoled to try the medium slope and
endured a death-defying (from their perspective) steep run over moguls.  Susan
and Dave left in the late afternoon to get back to the Boston workweek.  Sudha
and Trudy were leaving first thing in the morning, while David and Sarah had
the latitude to not be back at Montrose until Tuesday morning.  Sunday night
David took the three women out to dinner at the restaurant at one of the
resort's hotels.  Everyone was kind of aching from the exertions on the slopes,
and after coffee hit the sack.

Drowsily David heard Sudha come into the room and wake Sarah.  As he fell back
asleep he was vaguely conscious of Sudha and Trudy packing in the room next
door and leaving, but was soon lost to any reality outside of his head.

David awoke again when Sarah clanked a tray on the end table.  She pulled off
the covers and her dressing gown, sat astride him and pulled the covers over
them both.  Her teeth gnawed his nipples while she clenched his balls in one
hand.

"It's breakfast time," she cooed, pushing out the envelope of the sheets and
handing him a cup of coffee.  Also on the tray were a plate of croissants and a
bear-shaped contained of honey.  Sarah dripped honey over one the crescents and
pushed it into David's mouth.  Between sips of coffee she fed him the rest of
the croissant.  While she pushed the pastry between his lips her other hand
stroked the blanket covering his crotch.

"I need to pee," David said after finishing breakfast.  He felt self-conscious
of his erection, swinging derrick-like from his pelvis, as he limbered out of
the room to the commode.  Half his hardness was born of full bowels, the other
half of his thoughts of Sarah.

After flushing David returned to the room.  Sarah's face lay cherub like poking
out from the comforter.  On the tray by the bedside were two empty cups and the
naked plate devoid of croissants.  When David stretched over to pull off the
covers and climb beneath them Sarah asked softly if he wanted that blowjob now.

Nodding affirmatively he lay on his back.  He felt her hands rub his belly and
over his ribcage.  Her fingers twisted in the hair of his armpits.  Sarah
pulled his arms up around his head so his hands pressed against the backboard
of the bed.

Lifting herself Sarah asked, "Do you mind that position?"

David shook his head.  Sarah knotted a silk scarf around his wrists, binding
them together tightly, and tied the ends around the slats on the headboard.  It
was the first time David had ever been tied prone.  Sarah ran her tongue from
his clavicle, over his navel, and sucked up his erection into her mouth.  Her
lips and jaw pressed against his hardness that only grew harder with her
actions.

With a 'slop' sound Sarah let his hard-on go.

"Am I sweet?" she asked, poised over him, her breast swinging before his eyes
with their eyes, the hard nipples, crimson in arousal.  David nodded.

"When you eat me, do I taste sweet?" Sarah asked anew.  David was suddenly
conscious that his hands were tied taut to the headboard and Sarah sat on his
chest.  He thought back to eating her, the musky and salty aroma that exuded
from Sarah, and the sweet juices he lapped from her.

"Yes," he replied honestly, "you do taste sweet."  Sarah stared into his eyes
and held his gaze.

"You taste like a piece of meat.  Fleshy but not sweet."  She glared at him for
almost a whole minute, threatening him to break their eye-lock.  Then her face
darted down and David felt her bite slowly and carefully first one nipple and
the other.  When Sarah had finished twisting his flesh between her teeth she
looked at him again.

"But I can make you taste sweet."  Sarah rolled onto her back beside him and
opened her legs.  From between them she pulled the little bear still half full
of honey.  Leaning over him after opening the cap on the bear's head she poured
a dollop of honey onto David chest.  With her free hand she rubbed the thick
syrup into his chest hair, and then carefully plopped two more globs on each of
his nipples, and then a squeezed a third to fill the cavity of his navel. 
Sarah then held up his semi-hard prick vertical and with concentrated aim
squeezed the bottle gently until a drop of honey drip onto its one eye. 
Finding her aim, she slowly emptied the entire container so that warm honey
drooled off the head of his prick, down its length, off his body, and oozed
between his legs and butt.

Sarah tossed the little bear onto the floor and started licking his chest,
before easing her tongue over one of David's nipples and then the other.  When
she had cleaned the honey off his upper torso she pressed her mouth against
his.  He wanted to hug her and pull her body against his, but the scarf held
his arms.  Sarah grinned and then proceeded to use her tongue to empty out his
navel hollow of treacle, probing its tip into each ripple of skin.  Once
satisfied it was cleansed Sarah mouthed his lower belly above the line of
public hair.  By the time she was finished David's hard-on was a tick away from
exploding.

Sarah pulled his hips, forcing him to roll over and thereby twisting the scarf
that held his arms tighter.  David lay on his stomach.

"You've got a sweet dirty butt," Sarah judged, and then proceeded to heartedly
lick from his buttocks.  When these were sufficiently clean, her tongue delved
between his cheeks and then touched his anus.  Very slowly her tongue twirled
around this tender bud of flesh; this was something David had never experienced
before and when the tip of Sarah's tongue protruded into the creases of his
butt-hole it was all David could do to stop himself from beating himself off
into the mattress.  Sarah's tongue felt like a red-hot iron as it probed into
him and David found himself shaking each time the tip of the tongue flicked
against the rim of his asshole.

"Turn over," she ordered, twisting his body.  The direction he was pushed into
added another twist to the scarf that attached his arms to the bed, tensing
them enough that David began to feel an ache at the tautness his extremities
were being subjected to.  Before he could dwell on the small pain he felt the
superb touch of Sarah's mouth on his straining cock.  He felt her lips purse
around it at mid-length with her tongue exquisitely finding the vein on the
underside of his erection and delicately stroking it.  Unexpectedly she did not
rise to the head of his prick but ran down to its base and then vacuumed one
his heavy balls into her mouth.  The egg rested between her cheek and jaw,
somewhat painfully and somewhat ecstatically.  

While she needled his ball her thumb and forefinger formed a ring and pulled
down his foreskin from the head of his cock.  The warm honey, by down at body
temperature, made her digits slip down his hardness.  When the underskin was
stretched to its limits Sarah released his gonad and pressed his lips against
the purple screaming head of his cock.  Her mouth bobbed over the dome while
her tongue swirled around its single eye, the tip darting between the opening
folds of this smallest orifice.  Only rarely, and David felt accidentally, did
Sarah's mouth engulf more than an inch of his prick.  But what her lips and
tongue did to that inch had him squirming.  As he began to come Sarah thrust
her mouth over more of his length, her bottom teeth scraping against the
underside of his cock, to that when the first ejaculation erupted her lips were
pressed against his pubic bone and the come shot straight into her gullet. 
With each explosion Sarah pulled his cock tenser with mouth, his pain drowned
in his pleasure.

David was still groggy the few minutes later when Sarah dragged him to the
shower.  She washed the remnants of honey from his body and then sucked his
shrunken penis hard.  Standing up and leaning against the shower wall David was
presented with the vista of her firm ass and the glistening slit hanging
beneath those twin orbs.  Automatically he plunged his prick into her, fucking
her earnestly and fast, grasping her breasts and pressing them into her ribs
while squeezing her nipples between his fingers.  He wasn't even sure he came,
but when the dribble off the wall onto the floor of the tub, holding each other
in the warm stream from the shower head, he really didn't care.  As the water
grew cold he felt himself shrinking inside her tight folds.

[END CH 9, END PT 4]

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