Chapter 13: Academic Life

Professionally, my life proceeded without much effort towards a doctorate in History and a teaching position at the university. My thesis was on the effect of more advanced societies on Neolithic peoples (read Europeans on the Indians, i.e., Native Americans). Professor Blackhawk was my adviser, and there weren’t too many quibbles with it. I took a position as an Assistant Professor in the History department and did make a bit of a stir with a textbook that I co-wrote with him, expanding on my previous work. I ventured into the field of anthropological economics and pointed out that contrary to the belief that the White Man (speaking no doubt with a forked tongue) had not cheated the indigenous peoples with cheap trade goods. Instead, I compared the cost, pre-Europeans, in terms of labor and resources to make such items as beads and hand axes and showed the economic benefit to trading with an advanced society.

There was a definite group of people who were offended by my ‘disrespect’ for the Noble Savage. It all came to a head when I was invited onto a late-night talk show (sort of like Nightline) and found myself facing a panel of so-called experts. I simply used The Power to have them all admit, on air, that none of them had actually read our book and that I was politically incorrect. After that, it became the ‘in’ thing to own it, and while I didn’t need the money, Professor Blackhawk was certainly pleased by the royalty checks.

Even though the academic world is publish-or-perish, I limited my writing as much as I could, primarily writing a review-type textbook every few years. I found that my minor in English lit in college stood me in good stead, considering the vast number of academics who can’t string two sentences together. I found that I did enjoy teaching, and not because it was an excellent way to meet nubile young ladies. I simply enjoyed it, and it left me with enough time to enjoy those young ladies, as well as many others.

My life changed one fall day a few years ago, when I was thirty-three. It was a Friday, and the day started out as normal as all hell. Chrissie, the maid, woke me at 7:30 with a blowjob, and once she was finished, I got up, showered, shaved, had breakfast, and went in to teach my 9:00 Pre-Colombian History class. After an office hour at 10:00, I left and got home again by 11:30. I figured to relax until my 3:30 graduate seminar.

When I got through my front door, Chrissie greeted me in her usual outfit, a short black skirt, short-sleeved white blouse (unbuttoned to the waist), black stockings, and black high heels. I tossed my briefcase to the side and leaned in to kiss her, fondling her tits with one hand while the other lifted her skirt to slip my middle finger into her bald slit. Chrissie is a small and slim redhead, very trim, with the perkiest little tits I have ever seen. My but she looked good. She was starting to writhe in my arms when she stepped away from me and took a deep breath.

“Oh, my, I really want to, but you shouldn’t,” she panted out.

My eyes opened wide. “I shouldn’t? Honey, the way you look right now, I should! What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s not me, it’s Anna. I really think you should spend some time with Anna, instead.”

“How’s she feeling?” I asked as I handed Chrissie my jacket and she hung it up. Anna was the cook and was almost the complete opposite of Chrissie. She was almost as tall as I was and large-boned to boot. She had very pale blonde hair and Nordic features. Very pretty, striking even, in a Valkyrie-ish sort of way. She had a 40-28-39 figure, and I would have to bet that she outweighed Chrissie by forty pounds. The last few weeks Anna had been receiving Chrissie’s and my attentions regularly, but not for the normal reasons. Chrissie had had the flu a month ago, then she gave it to me, and I gave it to Anna - sort of like a venereal cold. But Anna had really been laid low and had taken over two weeks to be able to do anything more than sleep and groan. There was little that we could do except give her OJ and aspirin.

“She finally kicked the damn thing. She says she’s feeling fine, and I gotta tell you, she looks great!” said Chrissie with a big smile.

“Hmmm. Well, then, maybe I need to have some lunch, and then see what we can come up with for dessert?”

Chrissie nodded and rearranged her disheveled clothing. “I think that’s a good idea, Professor. I really think she’s been missing her sex life, especially knowing that you and I are still screwing up a storm even when she’s been too sick to care.”

“Fine. Why don’t you tell her to whomp me up a couple of sandwiches and a beer, and to serve me in the den,” I ordered. I loosened my tie and headed for the den off the living room. Once there I sat down and picked up Newsweek and started reading.

Anna came in about five minutes later with a tray containing some ham and cheese sandwiches, a Heineken, and a glass. She set it on the end table next to me as she greeted me.

“How are you feeling today, Anna?” I asked. “I think this is the liveliest I’ve seen you in weeks!”

“Oh, I’m just fine, sir. I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to take care of things the way I’m supposed to. I hope you’re not angry with me,” she pleaded.

“Nonsense. Nothing you could have done about it. It’s not like you asked to get this bug.” I pointed at the couch across from me. “Sit down and rest. You really can’t be too careful; you wouldn’t want a relapse. Besides, if I recall, I gave it to you, anyway. Wouldn’t be very sporting of me to blame you, now would it.”

Anna sank, a bit gratefully I thought, onto the couch and stretched out on it. I suspected she was still somewhat weak, and we continued to talk while I ate my lunch. The main harmonic I was picking up was one of horniness. Neither Chrissie nor I had touched her other than to care for her for several weeks, and she was feeling lonely and lusty. A trace of The Power reassured her of my pleasure at seeing her well and the suggestion that she might be able to make dessert more interesting.

Anna was wearing a long-sleeved white cotton blouse and a white denim skirt, mid-thigh length with a brass zipper up the front, along with some white heels. While I ate, she relaxed back into the couch, head propped up on some throw pillows at one end and began to loosen up. First, she began by toying with the buttons on her blouse, popping one loose and spreading the collar open a bit. I began to see some cleavage and she raised one leg slightly, causing her short skirt to climb up her thighs. The zipper began to peel open on its own as the fabric was spread tighter. By the time I was working through my second sandwich, she had her blouse unbuttoned and her skirt was unzipped and bunched around her waist. She had not been wearing underwear. As I wiped my hands on the napkin and finished my beer, she began to massage her nipples and her clitoris gently, eyes half-closed in anticipation.

I rose from my armchair and went over to the couch, sitting next to her, and began to lend some helping hands. I began to gently knead her soft and meaty titflesh between my fingers, and she opened her eyes to stare at me with pure and unadulterated lust. Leaving her stimulation in my hands, she reached up and removed my tie, then began to unbutton my shirt. Once she got down to my belt, she simply kept going, undoing my belt, unsnapping the waistband, and lowering my zipper. I shifted slightly to allow her to tug my slacks down my thighs, and she immediately began to use both hands to stroke and fist my erection. I returned the favor by slipping a hand between her thighs. She spread them as wide as she could and let out a low moan as I slid two fingers inside her drenched cunt.

I could tell she was ready, and Lord knows, I certainly was, so I stood to let my pants fall around my ankles, and climbed over her, to kneel between her outstretched legs. I lowered myself onto her as she guided my cock inside her steamy cunt, trapping her fingers at our joined crotches. Anna likes to play with herself while we fuck; she can finger herself to multiple orgasms before I cum. I began to slowly move my hips back and forth in long, slow strokes as I felt her fingertips begin to move between us. I had the time, so I concentrated on Anna’s pleasure as she writhed and moaned beneath me and could last almost a half hour before I exploded into her. Anna is a very wet and juicy lady to begin with. By the time we finished, our groins and the couch were soaked!

Still, I did have a seminar and some paperwork. I reluctantly climbed of the couch and grabbed my clothing. I stunk like a whorehouse when the fleet came in and needed a shower. Anna stayed on the couch in a dreamy post-orgasmic daze, and I left her with a soft and gentle kiss. Still, she had recovered enough so that by the time I was cleaned up and dressed again, she met me at the door as I was leaving. Sinking to her knees, she asked, “I think you need a special ‘thank you’ and sendoff for this afternoon, don’t you?” and then unzipped me to give me a very fast mouthfuck. I walked to my car on very shaky legs.

I was walking down a hallway with a few of my grad students later that afternoon when a group of girls came through the door. Ordinarily I would have given them a routine once over, but my mind really was on my talk with my students. Then this one girl came through the door, and I literally stopped dead in my tracks. Oh, sure, she was certainly attractive enough, but that is not the reason that I came to an absolute dead halt, like I had walked into a wall. No, it was the harmonics I was getting off her. She must have felt something back from me, perhaps something like a reverse sympathetic vibration, because she came to a dead halt as well.

We both looked around wildly for a few seconds to try and pinpoint the source of our disquiet, and then our eyes settled on each other. Ignoring my students, who had kept walking and had now stopped to turn and stare at me, I slowly walked over towards her. She turned to face me as well, ignoring her own friends, and waited for me to approach.

“Hello, I’m Paul Harron,” I said, not sure what else to do.

“Maddy Rocks,” she replied, and we looked at each other for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, our friends came up and tried to get us to continue on our merry ways. This broke us out of our trance. Before we parted, I asked for and got her phone number. Then we split. Every few feet I would turn around to look at her, only to find her looking back at me as well.

“Professor, who was that?” asked one of my assistants.

I looked at him and smiled. “I have no idea, but I think I’m going to marry her.” He stared, so I used The Power to make him forget.

I called her that evening when I got home, only to get a busy signal. It took two hours of calling to get through the answering machine, the busy signals, and ringing off the hook. Finally, a young and female voice answered. “Hello?”

“Maddy Rocks?”

“That’s me, who wants to talk?” she quipped.

We were off and running. We must have talked two hours, and I didn’t remember a damn thing. Her name was actually Madelaine Rochambeau, shortened to the nickname ‘Maddy Rocks’ when just in kindergarten. She was a senior and just shy of twenty-one, studying for a degree in veterinary nursing. We arranged a date for the next night.

I was very pleasantly surprised the next night when I saw her wearing something other than a white uniform. Granted, with the strength of our harmonics, she could have looked like Atilla the Hun and I would have been happy, but she was drop dead gorgeous. She was maybe five-foot-three and weighed around one-fifteen, with a heart-shaped face and honey-blonde hair that hung in shimmering waves to the middle of her back, sapphire blue eyes, and a figure that simply wouldn’t quit. Later, when I had the chance, I asked her for her vital statistics, and she told me she was 36-22-34. I peeked at her bra and found out she was a DD cup! Simply outstanding!

Our first date I took things very slow, not wanting to push. Even though her harmonics were telling me she was terribly interested in more than a good night kiss, they were also telling me NO! I found this rather ambiguous at best, until it hit me that maybe there was a reason. {Scratch your nose if you are menstruating.}I thought. About two seconds later Maddy scratched her nose. Ah ha! Mystery solved. I postponed anything more than a good night kiss.

It was funny though when I walked her back to her apartment. I was a bit unsure of myself and didn’t want to blow it, so I hesitated at the door. She looked up at me and asked, “A penny for your thoughts?”

I shrugged and smiled. “Oh, just wondering if you’d let me kiss you good night.”

Her face broke out into the biggest smile. “I only kiss good night went I want the fellow to ask me out again.” With that she stood on tip toes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a smooch right on my kisser, hard and long, even slipping me a bit of tongue. Quite a kisser!

I have to admit, I was so horny by the time I got home that I woke both the servants up to take care of me. I found Chrissie in Anna’s bed, both asleep. I was a bit surprised, since Anna doesn’t normally swing that way, although Chrissie does, but Chrissie confessed that she had gone in to check on Anna’s condition and had managed to let things get carried away, Anna simply lolling back in pleasure as Chrissie brought her to one oral orgasm after another.

Once they were awake, I had Anna open her nightstand and pull out an elaborate double dildo I had bought her one time. It was rather substantial and had a very powerful vibrator built in, to boot. I slammed it into them and turned it on, then stripped down while they cried out in pleasure. I left them plugged together while they gave me joint head, then after they had resuscitated me, slid down behind Anna and slipped into her asshole while Chrissie double-donged her from the front. Anna is a woman who really likes to assfuck, and she was simply in seventh heaven, her ass spasming around me as I plowed her from the rear. Even after I had spewed my seed into her guts, she whimpered over her shoulder to keep it in and do it again!

The next week was rather hectic for the girls. Maddy had me so worked up that after talking to her on the phone I would have to take one or both of them on the spot. It was as if I was obsessed with sleeping with her. I would fuck Chrissie or Anna and fantasize that I was doing Maddy that way. Why I simply didn’t use The Power to command Maddy to screw me I don’t know; maybe I knew she was going to screw me on our next date anyway.

What with classes and schedules, Maddy’s and my next date wasn’t until the following Friday. She had told me that was her twenty-first birthday and I wanted to do something real nice for her. She dropped by my office on Tuesday to say hello and practice kissing me again, and I told her my idea about dinner, dancing, and her first legal drinks. She seemed very taken with the plan, but frowned, saying she didn’t have anything nice to wear, and maybe we should plan something else. I had already learned that Maddy, while not living in poverty, had to keep very close attention to the dollars. She was on almost a full scholarship and working besides, so party dresses were a no-no.

“Not a problem,” I said, reaching for my wallet. I pulled out a few hundreds. “Go out and buy yourself a dress.”

She looked shocked and protested, “Paul, I can’t!”

{Do it!}I commanded. “Go ahead, splurge. Think of this as my birthday present to you. Buy yourself something nice.”

This time her protests were much weaker, and I simply used The Power to reinforce her desire to give in and agree. In no time at all she nodded. “Okay, I will! Want do you want me to get?” she asked.

“Huh? Whatever you want.”

She put her hands on her hips. “No, really! You’re paying, you get to decide.”

Well, now wasn’t that an interesting thought. {Go along with me.}”You say so.” I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back to contemplate the idea. A picture formed in my mind. “Alright, here goes. Something in red, a dress, maybe calf-length with a nice slit up the front, a bit low cut and as backless as possible. Stockings, not pantyhose. High heels.” She looked shocked, but I simply shrugged. “Hey, you asked.”

“Wow, I guess I did. Are you serious?”

I simply shrugged and nodded, “Sure, why not?”

She gulped and looked at the money. “Look, are you serious? Cause if you are, I don’t have any of that stuff.”

In response, I simply peeled off a few more bills, then added them to the others and stuffed them in one of her pockets. “There, go shopping.”

She shook her head in amazement and stood up from where she was sitting on the corner of my desk. “Good Lord, I’m going to have to start looking now! Tonight!” She kissed me good-bye and took off.

I didn’t see or hear from her the rest of the week and was wondering what kind of a monster I had created. That Friday I picked her up around seven and still didn’t know - she was wearing a trench coat (well, it was a chilly evening) - although I could tell she was wearing red high heels. Finally, we got to the restaurant, and she took off the coat, at which point my heart almost stopped. Her dress was a bright red, backless and almost sideless, rather tight up top and cut so low her very large breasts were almost spilling out the front and held up by some very thin straps crisscrossing in the back from side to side and tying at her waist in the back. It was longer than I had expected but had any number of slits front, back, and sides, with the satiny material overlapping in a sort of ‘car wash’ effect. An awful lot of very shapely leg could be seen when she walked, as it swished musically around her. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose, but if they were stockings, I suspected that they were pretty darn long! Worse, the material was just heavy enough that I couldn’t see panty lines, so I was stuck wondering. Her overall harmonics were that I was going to get very lucky that night!

She stood in front of me, nervously and expectantly, so I said the first thing that came to mind, “Hubba, hubba!”

“Well, do you like it?” I twirled my fingers to indicate that she should turn around and she twisted back and forth slowly. The skirt swished around her legs and her tits jiggled pleasantly but stayed in place.