It has been nine years since I graduated from law school, and I would like to share the most memorable moment of my legal education.

The story is true, but the names have been changed to protect the identities of the individuals discussed in this letter, as I practice law in a prominent national firm and the other person referred to is a criminal prosecutor in the same city.

During my second year in law school, I often fantasized about a ravishing third-year student named Paula. Paula is a tall, sinewy blonde with an incredible set of huge knockers. She was easily the sexiest and best-looking girl on the entire campus, including the undergraduate coeds. Everyone would either hit on her or just stare at her wherever she walked.

I was determined to get better acquainted with this breathtaking beauty, so I enrolled in every course she enrolled in, always making it a point to sit in the front row during each class. After a few weeks, I purposefully started coming late to classes. I was usually successful in getting a seat next to Paula, as she always sat in the back.

While I was sitting next to Paula after one of these tardy entrances, she remarked that the professor must have bored me, as it appeared that I had lost interest in the course along with my coveted front-row seat. Sensing the opportunity, I struck up a conversation and asked her if she wanted to have coffee after class. Paula thanked me, but said she couldn't. She didn't owe me a reason and she didn't offer me one — no request for a rain check either. Talk about crash and burn! Now I was stuck in a bunch of classes that I had no interest in.

Toward the end of the semester, I was studying late one Saturday night in one of the library conference rooms when the door suddenly opened and in walked Paula with two cups of coffee. While handing me a cup, she expressed her disappointment in my failure to ask her out for coffee again and told me, “Southern girls never go anywhere until at least the third try. That way, we know that you horny carpetbaggers won't take us innocent girls for granted.”

While everyone else was leaving the library for some weekend partying, Paula started to cover the glass portal on the conference-room door with paper. After locking the door, she turned toward me and removed her sweatshirt. While unhooking her bra, she whispered, “I know you've been dreaming about these all semester.” Then she emancipated a set of knockers that would have made Dolly Parton green with envy. I quickly tore off my clothes.

A heartbeat later, we were sucking face while doing our best to crush her precious globes against my chest. Working my way down, I quickly had her moaning with pleasure as I sucked on her already erect nipples, flicking my tongue back and forth across each one. Between moans, she managed to tell me how cute she thought I looked sitting next to her in class “constantly squirming and trying to hide that woodie from me all semester.”

By now I was using my teeth to unzip her jeans. Sensing her clit's impending fate, Paula stepped out of her penny loafers, dropped her jeans, and lay down on the carpet. She raised her long slender legs. I pulled up her black lace panties and flung them behind us. Diving tongue-first into her golden bush, I quickly found her clit, whereupon

she stopped squirming and started breathing heavily while her breasts heaved. I clutched her hard little clit between my lips and started sucking, at the same time flicking her clit ever so lightly with my tongue. After a few minutes of this treatment, Paula arched her back and came to a shattering climax.

Now it was my turn. As I lay down, Paula made me promise not to come in her mouth. After I reluctantly agreed, she greedily deep-throated my raging eight-inch pole. A few moments later, Paula withdrew herself from my cock, fearing I wouldn't keep my promise.

Then Paula lay down next to me with her legs slightly spread. Taking this as a cue, I rolled over her and maneuvered my cock to the mouth of her cunt. She whispered in protest, “No boy gets that on the first night.” Seeing the disappointment in my face, Paula reached her hand around her firm ass, grabbed my cock, and placed it against her ass hole as she lifted her hips.

With her ankles resting on my shoulders, I proceeded to press my hips forward. Penetration was not easy, even though Paula's ass hole was well-lubricated with her cunt drippings. I eased up when I saw Paula grimace. But with her eyes closed, she urged me on, whispering, “Deeper, deeper.”

She shuddered and moaned as my glans penetrated her sphincter. Once the head of my cock pushed past her sphincter, I easily achieved maximum penetration. My eight-inch cock was fully ensconced in her ass, my balls resting on her cheeks.

Instead of pumping right away, I chose to lie still and savor the sensation of Paula's sphincter tightly squeezing and releasing the base of my cock. Then I started pumping, and to my delight, she continued to squeeze my cock as I withdrew and then released her clutching muscles when I pressed back into her tight little rosebud.

For more than 20 minutes, we furiously pounded each other for all we were worth. I pumped and she squeezed — it was glorious. Finally, I was unable to hold back any longer. I made one hard, final thrust, arched my back, and shot a load deep into Paula's ass.

I didn't get to screw Paula's pussy until a month later. These torrid encounters lasted the rest of the year, until Paula graduated.