THE STRANGEST FAMILY

I was introduced to the family when I applied and was accepted at law school.

On my first day, I found that my academic advisor was Law Professor Bigsby Collinsworth-Brisbane V. I knocked on his office door, "Professor, I'm Mallory McFadden."

"Ah yes, I saw your name on my advisor list. Come in. Please Ms. McFadden, call me BC, everyone does."

I was to discover that Professor Collinsworth-Brisbane had been called BC since he was a baby to distinguish him from his father who was called CB4.

"The law school has a rule. You will never be in one of my classes; it would be unethical. Why don't we get to know each other, how about dinner Friday night?"

"That would be nice. Thank you."

"Ms. McFadden, where I'm taking you is a little dressier than the way you're dressed."

It was late August and very warm. I'd just come from orientation where I'd worn my Daisy Dukes and a sleeveless top. Of course, my 38DDs were prominent. They were always prominent. "Yes, of course."

Friday night, BC was right, the restaurant was very classy. I wore a dress that was an inch or so longer than usual. I had on three-inch heels, but there wasn't much I could do about my breasts.

Through dinner, BC asked me about my undergrad work, my future plans and interests outside of school. The dinner was one of the fanciest I'd ever had. When he invited me to his apartment for an after-dinner drink, I didn't hesitate to say yes.

You have to understand. I'd left college and the guy I was seeing two weeks earlier. At home, I stayed with my parents, and with all there was to do to prepare for the cross-country drive to the law school, I didn't date. There'd been no sex since. I missed getting fucked.

I started fucking in high school. My first week in college, I gave my first blowjob. It wasn't my last. Of course, I fucked my way through college.

I should tell you that BC was tall, handsome, and we had a fun evening. I didn't leave BC's apartment until late Sunday morning. You might think that BC stood for Bigsby Collingsworth. Oh, no. BC stood for Big Cock, at least as far as I was concerned. It was longer and fatter than my college boyfriend's. Way longer. I'd never dated anyone older than twenty-one. BC was thirty-one.

His BC stayed hard most of the night. I don't want to brag, the guy I was seeing in college, and other guys I'd dated will tell you that other than those 38DD's, my best asset was my ability to give a blowjob. I thought my college boyfriend had a big one. We'd been together almost two years, with all the practice I'd had, I could take most of BC's BC.

And if BC stayed hard all night, I could suck all night. It was the best night. He had the best cock. His cum tasted the best. His cum tasted the best the second time, and there was still lots of it. Did I mention that he was the best pussy eater? Well, among the men I'd been with he was.

We didn't fuck until late Saturday morning. It was the best fuck ever. "Mallory, I've never been with a woman like you. I'd like to see you again."

BC said this Sunday morning when I was giving his BC a good-bye blowjob. At the moment, I had his entire BC in my mouth. If I could have talked, I would have said, ‘only if I get to suck your splendid cock again.' Instead, I just nodded, and mumbled.

BC=Big Cock or BC=Best Cock. I'd called Professor Bigsby Collingsworth's cock majestic. You would too, if you saw it standing at attention.

We saw each other almost every weekend. Although young, he was an institution at the university, law school and even the town. Well, not really him, his family. There was the Collingsworth-Brisbane Performing Arts Center. The Collingsworth-Brisbane Library, and in town there was the Collingsworth-Brisbane Arena and the Collingsworth-Brisbane Classic Hotel. I had the feeling that the Collingsworth-Brisbanes came to America before those Mayflower people.

I didn't date anyone else. Why would I? I was getting the best fuck a girl could ask for; BC's tongue adored my pussy and his cock was so good to suck that I looked forward to my period.

Our weekends were filled with fucking, sucking and pussy eating. My eyes popped out of my head when that big meat slammed into my pussy. I say that in the kindest way. BC was a great lover.

Like I said, he was also the best pussy eater. One of his favorite things to do was let me suck him until he was close. Then he'd insist I take it out. "Mallory, you have no idea how sweet your pussy is after you've had my cock in your mouth." I'd cum and cum and cum.

"But BC, I want to taste you, too. Please." I'd moan.

"Okay," he'd laugh. Then he'd get on his back and I'd get on my knees. "You're so demanding." He'd laugh.

BC helped me navigate law school and I graduated near the top of my class. He gave me the space I needed to study for the bar. When I needed a break from studying, he was there to help me relax. By that I mean, his tongue massaged my pussy.

Right after I took the bar, he proposed. What better way to say ‘yes' than a blowjob. He hadn't had one since I started studying for the bar. That's right, I hadn't given a blowjob since I started studying for the bar. To say I was cock hungry was an understatement.

When I received word that I'd passed the bar, my pussy was cock hungry.

It was a given that I'd join the biggest law firm in town, the Collingsworth-Brisbane firm owned by his family and managed by his father: my future father-in-law.

TO BE CONTINUED