A Young Thecia story.

In my senior year of NYU I had a professor named Diffendale. He was a kindly grand father like older guy. He always half heartedly hit on every young girl on campus. Nobody took him seriously.

One Friday I asked him for some study material he had offered. He told me that it was at his home and he would bring it on Monday. As I needed it during the weekend, I asked if I could stop and pick it up... I knew he lived just off of the Washington Square campus and I knew I could get there.

He gave me his address and I went that evening. His home was a beautiful, well kept brownstone. It was only about 18’ wide but three floors. It must have been worth a fortune because it was dead center in New York City. .

I was a size two then, I always had perky but small boobs, but my small waist made them look bigger. I had longer light brown hair at the time and in class he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me.

When I arrived, by chance I met him outside of the brownstone. He opened his side gate, went to the rear of the house, turned off a small hidden switch that controlled his alarm

He invited me in and we went to his study to get the papers. I stood along side him as he went through his file cabinet looking for the material. He looked at me and said, “My you look prettier than ever.”

I thought to my self, “What would he do if one of us took him up on it. He wouldn’t know whether to shit or go blind.”

Without further thought, I moved toward him and planted a deep tongue kiss on him. For a split second he didn’t know what to do, then he returned the kiss. I felt his warm tongue and to my surprise I became instantly excited. I remember moving him to the leather couch near the window, I was in charge.

I moved his hand to my chest and I put my own hand on his crotch. The bulge there surprised me. I had expected an old man but the erection there was impressive. I thought that he was very old, but to a 21 year old girl, mid 50’s is ancient.

I unwrapped his package and out popped this beautiful seven inch dick with a huge helmet. My top somehow got onto the floor and the professor was sucking on my very hard nipples. I turned and pounced on that cock. I could only get a little more than half into my mouth, not because it was so big but the huge helmet choked me. His balls were oversized too, ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always been into big balls. I sucked his dick till he was close to cumming and stopped to pay attention to those lemon sized nuts. I could only get one at a time into my mouth, but they felt wonderful.

Somehow my jeans had found their way to the floor next to my top. Without asking permission I climbed up and straddled his bearded face. He sure knew how to operate his tongue. In seconds I came, my juices were all over his face and I think even into his ears.

After he got me off the second time I slid down the couch and worked onto his very hard cock. I gasped a little as the big knob opened my inner lips. It may not have been the biggest cock I’d ever had but it was the thickest. As wet as I was it took more than a few strokes to get it balls deep. I don’t usually cum that way, but this time he got me off two more times. Then I heard him gasp and I actually felt his hot load shoot deep into my body. I remember counting the pulses, there were six strong ones.

As I lifted off of him I felt the big load of cum leak out onto the cock that it had come from. His dick fell over sideways, not limp but softening. Before it deflated any further I caught it with my mouth and began to work it. He hardened very quickly and I began to suck in earnest. It only took a few minutes, his big balls tightened up and I tasted the tasty pre cum, then he shot.. The load was so big that I found it hard to believe this was the second load from this “old” man.

I dressed, gathered up my papers and left. He was normal in class and we never spoke of the incident again.

It was nearly two weeks later when the incident began to weigh on my mind. How could this man in authority and in a position of trust fuck a student who was subservient to him! That was violating a trust. My morals may be low but the line is hard. I did the only think I could morally do, I went back and cut his balls off.

I went back to his brownstone by subway (there were few security cameras then) and opened the back door the way he did, I turned off the simple hidden switch that controlled the alarm and walked up to his den.

He was sitting in a reclining chair sound asleep. I had a sand filled sap and I hit him behind the ear with it. He was out like a light. (I didn’t know about tasers then.) I bound him to the chair and gave him a double (2 Grain) shot of morphine.

I cut his pants off and using my experience with animals I sliced his big nuts off. I did it right, I sliced open the sack, tied off the cords and snipped them off. There was very little blood so I didn’t even try to sew up his sack.

These were to be the first set that I preserved, I still have them.

For some reason I got very hungry so I stopped at the Lamplight on Washington Square where I had a hamburger and a beer. To this day cutting makes me hungry. I was just of age so, for the first time, I didn't need my cousins ID to buy a beer.

Respectfully Submitter

Thecia