Brandon wants Daina but he has to fuck her friend first.
She reached over and handed me a water bottle from the side of the bed.
"Have a drink, Nancy" Monica said, and when I declined she brought it up to my lips for a sip anyway and held it upright, almost forcing the rotten water down my throat.
"I think the Professor will be looking for a gift in return" Monica said. "I'll stay with you and help you along."
"Help me what?" I asked, before turning around and looking into the glare of the lights toward the back of the room. I could see the Professor coming down the aisle, and when I first began to be able to make him out, I almost started laughing out loud.
The professor was naked, except for a hood he was wearing over his head. He looked like one of those hokey looking wrestlers, with this black mask covering him from the neck up, except for two eye holes and a cutout for the mouth. That was the funny part.
The part that was definitely not funny was the area below his waist. Just below his little grey furred pot belly was his cock. To say I had never seen anything like it before would be an understatement.
At the base of his thing was some sort of harness which squeezed the base of his cock tightly. Something was attached below it that had his balls in some sort of grip that forced them down low in his huge sack.
As for the Professor's cock itself, it was enormous. The brace or whatever it was at the base of the shaft covered the first few inches. The rest of it was uncovered, and bobbed wildly in front of him as he waddled up to us. It was beet red, hard and looked almost angry. Thick veins ran up the shaft before disappearing under the obscenely bulbous head, which looked to be bigger than a lemon.
"It's okay to act like you're scared, Nancy" Monica informed me as she pulled me up to sit on the edge of the bed.
I didn't have to act scared, I WAS scared. Even in my dazed state, this was really crazy. Why the hell did the Professor have that thing clamped onto his genitals like that? It was so tight it had to be painful! His thing looked like it was ready to explode, almost appearing to throb as he stood in front of me.
Strangely enough, I remember trying to imagine how in the world the Professor managed to fit that monstrosity into that little pussy of Monica's, even while she was easing me down to my knees. The professor was stroking that weapon in his meaty hand while looking down at me through that mask which was no longer stupid looking to me.
"Open wide, Molly my dear" The professor said as he took a step toward me.
I remember asking him why he was calling me Molly, just before he rubbed the fat head of that thing across my lips. Monica was holding the back of my neck, alternately masssaging and pushing me toward him.
"Just suck it like you did Eric and the other men" Monica whispered. "Lick it and then start to take it into your mouth."
Eric, and the other guys were not built like the Professor, and I didn't see how it was possible. Not only was his cock at least a foot long, it was so damn fat there was no way I could open my mouth that wide!
"It's too big" I whimpered pathetically. "I can't!"
"You will suck my cock, Molly," the Professor said somewhat sternly, "or perhaps you would prefer my sticking this into your little asshole? Would that please you more?""
At that point I became a little more motivated, dabbing my tongue around the opening, tasting the salty and sour taste of the goo that was oozing out of him. I put as much of the head of his cock in my mouth as I could manage, sliding my lips from the tip right up to the puffy ridge of the head before backing down.
"That's it Molly, look up at me while you suck my cock" the Professor said. "It's time you graduated from the boys anyway. Time to experience what it's like to perform your skills on a real man for a change."
Monica had gotten on the floor behind him, and while I have no idea what she was doing, the Professor parted his thighs slightly and let out a groan that sounded li