The Professor

Author's note: I would like to thank all those who made suggestions and ideas on how to continue the story. Some of the suggestions have already been incorporated in this chapter, some of the ideas will be incorporated in the next chapter.

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I sat in Gazebo and tried to work, but I couldn't quite succeed. The image of beautiful Nicole came to mind constantly and the memory of my hand touching her smooth thigh made my erection continuously hard. By noon, I was already feeling pain in my balls from the continuous erection. I was heating up a meal for myself and sitting down to eat at Gazebo when suddenly I saw Talia come out of the house and put food in front of their Husky dog.

Shit, shit, shit!

I tried to call Carla but transferred to voicemail. Apparently, she has a shift at the hospital today. I didn't have Nicole's number, so I collected my papers and entered home. I poured myself a heaping glass of whiskey and drank in large sips. When the glass was finished, I poured myself another glass. I'm not a consumer of alcohol, whiskey or even beer, so two shots of whiskey gave me a knockout. I went up to the bedroom, fell on the bed and fell asleep within a second.

When I woke up, it started getting dark outside. I took a shower, put a towel robe on my naked body, and went down to the kitchen. To my surprise, I saw Nicole busy serving the table. When she saw me, she gave me her beautiful smile and said, "Good morning, sleepy." Then she ran up to me and hugged me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her stupidly.

"Talia came home for the weekend, so I'm sleeping at a friend's house tonight." She replied with a wink.

I lifted her head and gave her a long kiss. It tasted like sweet blueberries. Her body pressed against mine and my hard erection pressed against her stomach. She didn't flinch, just pressed her body against mine more forcefully. I wanted to pick her up and take her straight to the bedroom, but she said, "I made us dinner. You must be very hungry."

"I'm starved, and in more ways than one," I replied.

When she pulled away from me a little, my robe opened completely. She scanned my naked body and then grabbed the lump of flesh between my legs as if she were weighing it and said, "Is that considered big?"

"It's considered a 'high-functioning tool'," I replied.

She giggled sheepishly, then took my hand and pulled me to the table. "Let's eat first," she said. The kiddo certainly knew how to delay gratification.

We ate in silence, and every few minutes she looked up at me and smiled her sweet smile, the one that lit up her entire face. Finally, she got up, gathered the dishes into the sink and started washing them. I stood behind her in an open robe and hugged her.

"I'm pretty sure the dishes will stay here tomorrow morning as well," I said.

She felt my erection squeeze against her back and moved her body in slight movements left and right. It turns out that the temptation came naturally to her. Carla's daughter, sure!

I picked her up and went upstairs, and straight into the bedroom. I dropped her off at the room's entrance and she immediately started undressing. "Stop," I told her, "I want to undress you."

I sat down on the bed and pulled Nicole to me. She leaned over and kissed me passionately. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, then stroked her smooth shoulders and arms. Her skin was smooth and silky and so pleasant to the touch that my palms slid over it. A fierce shiver gripped her. I caressed her waist, making goose pimples rise all over her body. I waited for the pimples to pass and continued to caress her pleasant skin. I slid my palms over her stomach, which, to my surprise, was flat and hard, and I climbed up to her small breasts. I unbuttoned her bra, and those goose pimples appeared again. Her breasts were small and pointed like two shell's projectile, pointing straight at my face. Her nipples were surrounded by a small pinkish halo, but the nipples themselves were large and thick and pink.

I held one nipple to my lips and bit it lightly, while pinching the other one. She moaned softly and hugged my head. I continued toying with her nipples while unzipping her pants with my free hand. Her thighs were full and smooth, like her entire body. I rolled up her underwear and laid her down on the bed with her back up. I threw off my robe and climbed over her, both of my legs spread to her sides, kissing and licking her neck and then her back. Her skin was glare in whiteness and his velvety touch was so pleasant that I could give up sex and just caress her body for hours.

She groaned and shivered with desire, and at one point even whimpered in pleading. I turned her over on her back, and again licked her body from her neck, through her breasts, which pointed towards the ceiling, and her belly to... her protruding camel toe. She was completely devoid of pubic hair. Not shaved, but perfectly smooth. Probably the result of laser hair removal. Her soft skin, almost like a baby's, and her smooth pubic skin heightened the impression of a girl too young and deterred me for a moment. Only because I already knew she was an adult girl did I continue.

Her outer lips were tight and thick, a light pink hue like that of her nipples. I massaged her labia, pinched it, and then licked it all the way, it tasted like citrus blossoms. Her stomach shook rapidly, and she moaned repeatedly. I grabbed her lips and spread them. Her inner labia were thin, without a hint of wrinkle, and red. I pinched it too and rubbed it between my finger and thumb. She took a quick breath and moaned loudly. She placed both her palms on my head and her fingers contracted, gripping my hair tightly.

"Willy," she whispered, "please!"

I licked the smooth inside of her vulva, causing her loins to jump in intercourse motions. She was overly aroused, but I wanted to make her cum even before I penetrated her and cut off her virginity. I played with her lips all the way and licked her with the tip of my tongue and then pressed my tongue to the inside of her vulva and licked it with my whole tongue.

"Willy, please!" she whispered again.

I found the entrance to her love tunnel. It was small and tight, and I could barely insert the tip of my finger into it. It will be difficult to penetrate her, it will probably hurt her a lot too. I moved to the other side of her vulva and met her tiny clit. It was hard and barely protruding under the hoody above it. I licked it and then took it by the lips and sucked. She let out a sharp scream, "God, Willy." Her body trembled and her loins moved quickly. Waves of pleasure washed over her lower abdomen from the camel's toe and north.

"Willy, please," she screamed as I sucked my again, "I... I... Oh God, I... Ahhh..." Then a powerful orgasm washed over her entire body.

Her head was tilted to the side, and she was breathing quickly. I let her rest, and in the meantime, I pulled out, of the bedside table, a spray of lubrication I'd bought for her mother's ass. I splashed on my erect pole and massaged it thoroughly. I sprayed it again and massaged it again. Then I found her vaginal opening and splashed on it too. She opened her eyes in surprise.

"Ready?" I asked.

She smiled broadly and nodded. I positioned myself between her thighs and pressed my hard shaft against her adjacent entrance. I squeezed gently and then a little harder until the glans at the top of my dick penetrated her. She was panting in pain.

"It will hurt you a little at first," I told her, "but it's worth it."

She smiled encouragingly and said, "I'll be fine. I want so much that you will fuck me."

I leaned on my elbows and pushed further inside. Slowly and steadily, as Carla put it. It wasn't easy. She was so tight that I had to use force to penetrate her. At one point, she let out a short cry of pain, "Ouch," and that was all. Slowly, with a lot of effort, I managed to insert my entire cock into her cunt and then stopped.

Beads of sweat rose on her forehead and tears welled up in her eyes. It hurt to see my little angel being tortured in pain. "I'm totally in," I said. "Let's wait a bit for the pain to go away and then we will fuck really."

She opened her eyes and the anguished look in her eyes hurt me, but then she smiled and said, "You promised it would be worth it."

I smiled back at her and kissed her passionately. She hugged my head and returned my kiss. Our tongues intertwined and she gripped my hair, as if she was afraid that I would break the kiss. Finally, she said, "I think it's passed."

I tried to fuck her gently and it didn't work out very well. Her vulva gripped my rod hard, and I had trouble pulling it out of her. I pulled back more forcefully and began to move inside her, as if inside a tightly tightened fist. I fucked her slowly and it required effort. Every time I pulled it out, it was as if there was a vacuum left inside pulling my shaft back in. Still, I fucked her. Slowly, with short movements, but fucking it was.

After a few entrances and exits, her body relaxed a bit and she sent me a smile, which I would almost define as a "loving smile." It turned out she was a "kisser" because as soon as I started really fucking her, she filled my face with kisses and then pressed her lips to mine and wouldn't stop kissing me. My intercourse movements became longer and longer, and her loins came up towards me in a slow motion, until I actually fucked her. The pressure of her vulva on my baton was so strong that I felt every nerve along it. I caressed her smooth body and crushed her soft thighs and felt like heaven. She, too, had loosened up enough to caress my back and even reach for my butt.

We continued to fuck like this slowly for a long hour. She was patient and didn't try to pick up the pace. It was a long, slow fuck that lasted a long time. If she had any of her mother's genes, she would have gone into ecstasy a long time ago, but it didn't happen. We fucked slowly, with our bodies moving in unison up and down, and kissing again and again. We caressed each other, pinched and crushed and never stopped moving. Every time I felt the orgasm building inside me, I stopped and caressed her beautiful face. She always responded with a pure angelic smile.

Suddenly, her eyes closed, and she whispered, "I think I'm going to..."

"It's okay, sweetheart, cum if you feel like it," I said. "Rest a little and then we'll move on."

The first time she cummed it was really quiet, just a heavy sigh, but the waves running through her body were clearly felt. The times that followed, she let out a sheepish cry, and once she whispered, "God, yes, I'm cumming again. Yes, yes, Ohhh!..."

Throughout the intercourse, I cummed twice, but my cock didn't soften one bit. The second time I cummed, she cummed in unison with me, her whole body shaking, and her loins raised in the air. I fell on her body. When I tried to get up, she whispered, "Stay that way. I want to feel your whole body on me."

I glanced at the bedside clock. It was almost midnight. My brain wasn't really functioning, but it seemed like this had taken a few hours. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.

*****

When I woke up, the clock next to my bed told 8:27 A.M. Nicole was curled up in my arms with her head resting on my chest. One hand gripped my shoulder and the other rested on my stomach, very close to my genitalia. I caressed her hand and watched my penis rise to a full erection. Nicole woke up too and sent me a big smile. Her gaze wandered toward my groin, and when she saw my erection, she was filled with joy. Her hand slid toward my erect pole and she grabbed it hard, trying to close her little palm around it, then squeezed him from the bottom up and back.

She looked back at me and said, "Teach me how to do you good with my mouth."

Her smooth body twisted like an eel till her head rested next to my crotch. I stroked her butt and instructed her how and where to lick. She was undoubtedly a good student, as evidenced by the drop that popped up at the tip of my glans. She licked the head of my dick, under the glans, and then the entire length of it. Every now and then she turned her eyes to me in anticipation of approval, or to recognize an expression of pleasure.

I inserted a finger between her smooth thighs and found the opening of her love nest. I stroked it with my finger and inserted one finger between her lower lips. She moaned in pleasure and her smile widened.

"Now open your mouth and try to get my glans into it," I told her.

She did as I said, and even without me explaining to her, continued to lick it inside her mouth. It came very natural to her, and with minimal explanation she's already made me moan loudly, and my cock trembled in anticipation. I played with her lower lips until I found her little clit. As soon as I touched it, she jumped out.

"Wow, Willy, that was... It's..." Then she just said, "I want to get on you."

"Do it," I said.

She got up and knelt on both sides of my body, taking my shaft with one hand, guiding it to her hole, and trying to sit on it slowly.

It didn't work out for her. It was clear that it would not work for her. It was too narrow.

Then she rose to a kneeling position, on her feet, and again aimed my pole at her entrance. She squeezed it between her lips, placed it in its place, and then... I saw the gleam in her eyes a second before she lifted her feet off the bed and impaled herself on my spear with all her weight. My cock penetrated her all at once and she let out a scream like a pig being impaled alive, and immediately a huge smile came to her lips.

"God, Nicole, you're insane." I whispered, stroking her face tenderly and hoping she hadn't torn off any internal part of her body.

"It was huge," Nicole laughed, "painful, but strong. I felt like you were cutting me with a knife from the bottom up."

I pulled her into a hug and whispered, " Silly you."

Like the night before, she filled my face with kisses before pressing her lips to mine for a long French kiss. Then she lifted her loins over me and again impaled herself forcefully on my hard pole. Again and again, and each time she let out a slight scream, straight into my throat, and then kissed me with unbridled lust. This angel loved it tough, who would have believed.

She jumped on me quickly, giving a literal interpretation to the phrase "tear her apart." The night before she had been so patient, giving me the longest, slowest sex of my life, and today she was impatient and tough like some fucking cowboy. With this girl, even the sky is not the limit, and to think that only yesterday she was a virgin.

I tried to calm her down, but nothing stopped her as she galloped toward her orgasm. Soon I felt the orgasm climb from my testicles to the trunk of my dick. "Slow down," I whispered to her, "I'll cum before you can say Jack Robinson."

" You and me as well," the little slut responded.

A few minutes later, the two of us had a particularly shocking orgasm together. I fired my entire load into her, in a series of powerful bursts, hoping the pills would do the trick. She lay on top of me and caught her breath. Then she gave me a big smile and said, "That was great, but yesterday was better."

"So, this is the last time you're doing anything like that," I said.

"Maybe," she replied. "Every once in a while, it's nice to feel a cock that can actually tear me apart." I'll never tell her mom about that.

She glanced clockwise and exclaimed, "Wow, late. It's Sunday today." In retrospect, I remembered that Vincent once told me that his wife was a devout Catholic, and apparently that's how she educated her daughters too. Vincent himself was as secular as I was.

She leapt over me, and when she pulled herself over my dick, a loud 'flop' sounded. She giggled and hurried to the shower. Within five minutes, she had finished showering and was ready to leave. She kissed me and whispered, "Until next time."

*****

I was sitting in the Gazebo working when my cell phone rang. On the line was Dr. Sarah Brooke.

"Are you home?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, "why?"

"Because Professor Trudy Morton and I thought we'd jump in for a professional conversation."

"You mean the kind of professional conversation you and I have?" I asked. A threesome with Sarah and Trudy can be every man's wet dream.

Sarah burst out laughing. "No problem with me, but I haven't checked Trudy's opinion."

" So, it's really going to be a professional conversation," I said in disappointment.

"Don't give up so quickly," Sarah said. "I guess we'll start a professional conversation, but you know how it will turn out. I'll probably try to drag the conversation into bed and maybe together we'll be able to seduce Trudy too. You do her too, don't you?"

"Mmm," I replied, "I wouldn't count on it. Trudy has an aversion to relationships with women."

"Let me understand. What you're trying to say is that without sex, we can't consult you?"

I laughed and was about to answer in the affirmative, but at that moment my cell phone beeped to signal that I had received a message on WhatsApp. I opened the message and found out it was from Beki. "On the way home. Need your help. It's urgent."

Shit, I whispered to myself, and then out loud I said, "Sarah, if you have any intentions of having a threesome with Trudy, today is not a good time. Becky is coming."

Sarah cursed colorfully and said, "Well, we'll talk tomorrow."

I hung up just as Nicole was out playing with the dog. She approached me at Gazebo and said, "Mom said you wouldn't come tonight. Talia stays home to sleep."

"And you?" I asked. "Any chance you'll sleep at a friend's house tonight too?"

She shook her head in the negative. "Talia asks too many questions."

That's how it is in life -- one night I'm fucking a beautiful angel and the next night I'll probably have to sleep alone.

Half an hour later, Becky entered the house. She dropped her bag at the entrance and was thrown on the couch with her legs spread. The short skirt she wore climbed up to reveal yellowish lace panties. Following the conversation with Carla, a thought occurred to me -- is she trying to seduce me?

"What's going on?" I joined her.

"I need help using the Black--Scholes formula," she replied.

"Didn't you exaggerate? Just like that? It's a complicated formula," I said.

"I've read a lot about it. I just need to make sure I know how to use it correctly," Becky replied.

"Okay," I replied, and over the next hour we practiced using the formula together. Finally, she stretched out and declared, "I think I get the logic behind the formula. Tomorrow, I have one last interview. Let's hope it'll be okay."

Then she got up and hugged me, squeezing me to her full breasts, and declared, "You're the best dad in the world."

"Just so you know I sacrificed a threesome with Sarah Brooke and Trudy Morton for you," I laughed.

"Wow, what a sacrifice. You know what? How about a homemade trio? I'll call Mom and we'll arrange a threesome for you."

I burst out laughing. Becky had this kind of sexual humor. It occurred to me that Carla, who didn't know her as well as I did, might have interpreted this as an attempt at seduction.

"We'll see you convince your mother to have sex with me," I said. "Not to mention sleeping with me in your presence."

"Dad, you're so naïve. Mom isn't as righteous as you think. And just so you know that the prude women are the biggest whores."

"Hello?" She may have left me, but I still maintained my wife's dignity. "That's your mother we're talking about."

"Let's put it this way -- Mom has just as many sins as you have." She reached for her cell phone and said, "How much you bet she would agree?"

"With you?" I was shocked.

"Precisely because it's with me." Carla flashed through my mind again.