The Professor

The Professor Ch. 03 New

Author's note: This is the last and final chapter of the story. I'm sorry it took me so long to finish it. I tried to incorporate as many of the suggestions and ideas I got on how to continue the story, and it took time. Honestly, the final story is completely different from the one I wrote at the beginning, but in my opinion much more attractive and exciting. I hope you enjoyed it too. I would like to thank again all the readers who sent me suggestions and ideas by email.

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It was exam period, and during that time my office hours are longer. In preparation for the final exam, students have endless questions about the material, and it is not fair not to help them. Since I wasn't teaching that day, I also allocated more time to mentor my high-degree students, and since Vincent's passing, I've had too many of them.

I didn't have a moment to myself during the day. I ate lunch on my desk while talking to one of my students. Finally, the day came to an end, and like in a magic wand, Sarah appeared in my room. She locked the door behind her and asked, "Do you have time today for colleagues too?"

"Tell me, how come your students don't have so many questions?" I asked as she opened my pants.

"Maybe it's because I don't teach numerical analysis?" she replied. "This is a course that is given only to senior lecturers."

"And you don't have guided?" I asked. She didn't answer, it's hard to talk with her mouth full.

She lowered her head my pole and managed to get it all down her throat. I sighed in pleasure and at that moment the phone on my desk rang. I took a deep breath and answered.

"Willy," it was Trudy, "I need a few hours of your time."

"On what matter?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Sarah's mouth went up and down my shaft and my pulse raced.

"Remember Foster's paper on approximations for solving complex integrals?"

Trudy was fixated on Dr. Henry Foster, and she could never bring herself to call him Doctor. In the past, Dr. Henry Foster was a candidate for tenure in our department, but Trudy laid all the weight of her position and prestige so that this would not happen.

"Yes," I replied. "We talked about it."

"Well, he claims they're insoluble. Define them as NP-Complete, but I totally disagree. It occurred to me..."

"Trudy," I interrupted her, "now is not a good time."

"Please, Willy, this is important to me."

I owed Trudy big time. Back then, when my wife left me, Sarah had not yet joined the ward and the person who collected my fragments was Trudy. I sighed and said, "Okay."

"I'm coming to your office," she said and hung up.

I picked Sarah up from my shaft and said, "Trudy is on his way here."

"Great," she replied, "she can help me. We'll give you a double blowjob."

As appealing as the idea was, I pushed her away and put my dick back in my pants, though probably not fast enough, because Trudy was already trying to open my office door. I went to the door and unlocked it. Trudy walked in and immediately understood why the door was locked.

"Like this? And you didn't even call me?"

Sarah burst out laughing and said, "Willy got it into his head that you have an aversion to women."

"It depends," Trudy replied, "women who can stimulate me mentally can also stimulate me physically."

"Lock up after you," Sarah said.

"Actually, why don't we move the discussion to my house?" asked Trudy. The advantage of Trudy's home was her huge round bed, which she and her husband bought a month before he had a heart attack and deceased.

We drove home to her in a convoy. She lives in a large apartment in the city, not far from a university. We went into her apartment and Trudy immediately threw off her high heels. Trudy was a small woman, so she always wore shoes with very high heels. Even with the high heels, she still looked small. She was also very thin and looked very fragile, but I already knew that her fragile body could bear my weight and move under it like a snake. She always dressed very elegantly, with long, wide skirts that I liked to sneak underneath. Her hair was brown and fell in waves over her shoulders. She had a pleasant face, quite handsome, large honey-hued eyes and a small, pug nose.

At 50, she still looked like a slightly older student returning to university to complete an advanced degree. Students who didn't know her always made the mistake of seeing her as a weak woman, but she quickly condemned them for their mistake. No yelling, but with a lot of venom. She was sharp, witty and quick-tongued. When she stung a student, it was straight in the heart, or in the balls if you will.

Sarah was the opposite of her, in almost every way. She was quite tall, her hair black, straight, and long, and her eyes a little slanted in emerald color. She had long legs, tanned skin, and a protruding pear-shaped chest. Sarah was also thin, but not like Trudy, who was really slim, with a full, rounded chest that seemed disproportionate to her boyish body.

Trudy stood at the dining table with her legs spread apart, like some sheriff, and I knew why. It was especially for me. I sat down behind her, got under her wide skirt and started licking her thin, smooth, strong thighs all the way up to her smooth tunnel of love. Trudy never wore underwear.

I licked her as she continued to talk and describe her idea of how Foster's integrals could be solved. Since I was under Trudy's skirt, I had no idea at first what Sarah was doing, until I felt her on my thighs, open my pants and continue to give me a blow job right where she left off in my office.

Despite Trudy's beautiful cunt, I listened to her every word, and although I ate her pussy greedily, she continued to speak clearly. That's how it is with us the nerds. I pushed two fingers deep into Trudy's vagina and found her G-spot. It wasn't hard, Trudy had a G spot as steep and rough as a walnut. I stroked her G-spot and only then did she start panting. Her hand rested on my head through her skirt, and she said, "Willy, are you even listening to me?"

I pulled my head away from her and said, "You must mean gamma distribution."

"Exactly," she said, continuing to explain her idea.

Apparently, Sarah was listening to every word, too, because suddenly she lifted her head from my cock and said, "Have you ever heard of Cox-Process?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking about," I said. "Same idea but with a gamma appearance."

But Trudy didn't deal much with probabilistic processes. That's why she said, "You..." Then she gasped hard and said, "God, Willy, hold me."

Her whole body shook from the orgasm she was receiving, and I hugged her hips so she wouldn't fall. However, I continued to stroke the G-spot a little more, and she tried to keep talking, "You... You'll need... Explain... Me... You... It's..."

Then she squirted in my face. Yes, Trudy was a squirter. I hugged her hips until she stabilized and then pulled out from under her skirt. Sarah glanced across my wet face, carefully licked the fluids from my face, and asked, "Did she squirt?"

"And more how," Trudy replied.

"Wow," Sarah said, "you've got to do that to me sometime too."

I sat down on the couch and they both pulled my pants over me and licked my shaft on both sides. I closed my eyes and indulged in the feeling. A small mouth closed on my cock, must be Trudy. She sucked me, going up and down, while Sarah focused on my balls. She licked them and then took one of the balls into her mouth and sucked it.

Then the roles changed. Sarah sucked me and Trudy licked my balls. At one point, Sarah pushed my entire rod down her throat and buried her nose in my dense pubic hair. Trudy stopped licking and said, "Beautiful, Sarah, I've never been able to do that."

I stroked their heads and said, "Okay, girls, who wants to get on me first?"

"I am," Trudy snapped.

"You've already cummed once," Sarah said, knocking off her clothes. I also took off my shirt and remained sitting naked.

" Ok, but only if you start talking about the Cox-Process," Trudy said.

Sarah turned her back to me, sat on my cock and leaned her hands on my lap. I crushed her butt and exposed her anus. Sarah loved a finger in her asshole.

Trudy knelt between my legs and went back to licking my balls. Sarah started talking, explaining the idea of the process and Trudy occasionally stopped licking and asked questions. Finally, probably as a token of appreciation for Sarah's explanations, and contrary to my initial assessment, her tongue continued to climb up towards the trunk of my cock, which poked out through Sarah's lower lips, and on to Sarah's clit, who immediately let out a slight scream and placed both hands on Trudy's head.

Sarah started jumping on me quickly while Trudy continued to lick her clit. Soon Sarah began to breathe hard and then moaned, "God, yes, yes. Keep it up, sweethearts. Yes, yes, yes."

We went on and in half a minute her whole body twitched, her back arched back and her legs shook hard. Then... "I'm cumming. Trudy, what are you doing... No, don't stop. yes, yes, I'm cumming...." And she fell on me like a rag doll.

Trudy stood up and began to undress. "Sweethearts, I have a big bed, you know," she said.

We walked into the bedroom and Trudy immediately got into bed and stood on her knees ready for a doggy position. I penetrated her and Sarah, apparently wanting to repay Trudy, lay down on her back and put her head under us. I fucked Trudy while Sarah licked her.

But Trudy was a small woman, and her thighs were short, so Sarah didn't have much room to breathe. She stepped out from under Trudy and sat on her back facing me. She grabbed my face, pressed her breasts to my chest and kissed me. I cupped her elongated breasts and crushed them. Apparently, it made her horny, because she started rubbing her loins against Trudy's back.

Sarah kissed me forcefully, denying me access to oxygen, and I began to feel slightly dizzy. I froze, Sarah froze, too, and our whole being was focused on this lustful kiss. Trudy, on the other hand, did not stop moving. She moved her body back, banging her butt against my loins, then forward. Her back lifted slightly and as she moved back and forth; she rubbed it against Sarah's cunt. Multitasking.

Trudy's movements became faster as her pleasure grew, and she sighed again and again. I tried to moan too, but Sarah wouldn't let me breathe and I had no air to let go. Sarah's thighs started shaking and she rubbed her breasts against my chest. Below us, Trudy began to moan rhythmically, "Ahhh... Ahhh.... Ahhh..."

My rod also contracted in rhythmic movements -- contraction and release, contraction and release. Through the fog that enveloped me, I felt the orgasm climb from my balls upwards, but I didn't have the strength to stop it. I was the first to cum, in a series of spasms that shook my entire body, and right after me Sarah also cummed and threw herself backwards onto Trudy's back, breathing heavily. Trudy continued to wiggle a few more times, with Sarah on her back, then she too cummed with a loud scream. I fell to the side and tried to get as much air as I could.

"This function has reached its asymptote," I heard Sarah say with a huge smirk. Trudy didn't have the energy to answer.

I lay on my back, panting. The dizziness that enveloped me, in the absence of oxygen, made my whole body weak, and I remained lying like this, trying to gather my strength. When I recovered, I saw Trudy lying on her back, with Sarah sprawled over her, explaining Cox-Process analysis methods, and squeezing her full breasts with one hand. Due to the height difference, Sarah's loins were in front of Trudy's knees, She stuck one knee in Sarah's pussy and moved her leg in fast, strong movements. Sarah's other hand reached for Trudy's groin in an attempt to repay her. They both wriggled like a pair of snakes in an act of love.

Despite my weakness, the sight of the two squirming together and talking math raised my blood pressure. I shifted Trudy's knee and stuck my erection between Sarah's legs as she shook her loins happily. I crushed Sarah's rounded butt, which looked like a pair of ripe melons, and the sight of Nicole's white butt came to mind. I fucked her wildly, as far as my dwindling strength let me go, and soon she began to cry out loudly.

Sarah always cums fast, on the other hand, she doesn't need time to recover. She cummed with a force that shook her body and rolled onto her back. Trudy leapt out of her seat and turned around, spreading her legs on either side of Sarah's head, and began sucking on her. I positioned myself in front of Trudy's butt and penetrated her in a puppy position.

"Yes," Trudy moaned, "sandwich me, please."

As usual, Sarah had already recovered and rewarded Trudy with long licks from the root of my cock to Trudy's clit. Every few rounds she grabbed one of my pills in her mouth and sucked it. I'm pretty sure that if it weren't for the intense orgasm I had earlier, I would have cummed this time with no time. Sarah, on the other hand, had no problem cumming again. She wrapped her legs around Trudy's neck, pinning her to her groin, and screamed, "Trudy, you're driving me crazy. Oh God."

Sarah's screams didn't bother Trudy, and she pushed herself back with each penetration, rocking her butt up and down to increase friction. I guess Trudy's loin movement caused Sarah to miss her clitoris, because suddenly she was focused solely on my balls. One egg, screamed, then the other egg, and again screamed and back to the first egg. I felt Trudy's skin shudder, and she lifted her head from between Sarah's thighs and gasped quickly.

"Rip me off, Willy," she cried out, "hard, hard."

But Sarah wouldn't let her. Her legs were still wrapped around Trudy's neck, and she pulled her back to her groin. She let go of my balls and screamed, "Don't you dare stop, I'm so close."

And poor Trudy had to endure me behind her, unable to breathe or scream, and press her head against Sarah's trembling cunt again. Her whole body shook, and she fell on Sarah in weakness. Apparently she cummed. I lay down on top of her and released Sarah's legs.

"Let her breathe, sweetheart," I said reasonably. "She won't be able to continue if she chokes."

Sarah's legs fell on the bed, and she went back to sucking my balls. At that moment, it never occurred to me that Trudy, the sandwich, was squashed between the two of us. If it doesn't bother her, neither do I. So, as I lay on Trudy, I asked Sarah, "Did you cum?"

"Yes," Sarah replied, "even before she did."

"So it's just me who didn't?" I asked.

"Oh, poor thing," Trudy whispered, "get up on top of me and I'll take care of you."

In the end, they both took care of me. I lay on my back while they both gave me a dream double blowjob.

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I really liked the idea of a threesome. The temptation was great, the stimulation gorgeous and the ending strong. It occurred to me that if I were a bigamist, maybe Wendy shouldn't have left me. Between me and myself, I debated what I preferred -- sex with Nicole or a threesome with Trudy and Sarah.

In the end, Trudy decided for me. The following Wednesday, she completely ignored the scene we had at her house and was more professional and businesslike than usual. On one occasion when I met her in the hallway, I dragged her to my room, and without bothering to lock the door, I lifted her up in the air and pressed my lips to hers.

"What's wrong, Trudy?" I asked as the kiss ended. "You didn't enjoy last week."

She shook her head and said, "I really enjoyed it, but I need a break. Since last week, all I think is sex. I really should be back in focus."

When I told Sarah about the conversation, she smirked and said, "Forget it, we'll find another partner. What do you think about Anne Bromley?"

Only then did I remember the promise I had made to Wendy. I made a few phone calls and found a great advisor. Then I called Wendy and told her. "You remember our deal," I added.

"Of course I remember. I promise you'll get your threesome soon."

I ended the conversation and went home to fuck Carla.

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The testing period ended, and the summer vacation began. Talia left college dorm and came home so I couldn't stay at the Millers' house or spend the night in Carla's bed. We went back to the quicky meetings at my house. Once every week or two, Nicole came to visit me and improved my despondent mood. Sarah didn't show up either, she and her husband went on vacation once in the Caribbean and once in the Far East. Hi-tech is a lucrative business.

On the other hand, I had a lot of time to work and used it as much as I could. I spent a lot of time at our Gazebo, working or reviewing student drafts. During all this time, Trudy appeared only once at my house, perhaps out of guilt but more likely out of physical necessity. The only one who visited me regularly was Becky. Since that kiss she has allowed herself a few more kisses, and as much as I tried to protest, it didn't work on her.

Until one day, while I was in the yard at Gazebo, I heard voices coming from the entrance to the house. I walked in and heard Wendy, "Willy, are you home?"

I went to the entrance. Wendy stood there in the company of Anne Bromley. Anne's hair was scattered over her shoulders and looked soft and shiny, her skin was white and smooth, and her full breasts poked out of the cleavage of the long dress she was wearing. She wore shoes with a thin heel that made her long legs look even longer. I hoped they had come to give me the promised trio. But...

"Willy," Wendy began, "you know Anne Bromley, don't you?"

"Of course," I replied.

"I think she wants to thank you personally for the advisor you found her."

"Gladly," I said, and only out of politeness did I not begin to undress.

"But...," Wendy continued, "not in the way you expect." She turned to Bromley, "Anne?"

"I'm very sorry, Professor Wyatt," Anne said, "but I'm a lesbian. Really lesbian." Lucky Sarah.

"I see," I said, adding, "You don't have to apologize for that."

"I understand Wendy promised you a threesome with me, but that's impossible for me."

"You don't owe me anything. You know, in the U.S., sex is not a tradable currency. In fact, the only one who has any sexual obligation to me is my wife." I said, pointing at Wendy.

"I know," Anne said, "but you were very kind to me, and I thought you deserved a direct apology from me."

I turned to Wendy and asked, "Why did you really come? I guess you want to cancel the deal?"

"I don't," Wendy replied, "what you deserve, you'll get. We came because I agree with Anne. She should thank you personally. And also because I wanted you to hear from her that she was a lesbian, so that wouldn't you think it was just an evasion attempt by me."

I turned to Anne and asked, "Will you allow me to speak freely?"

"Yes," Anne replied, "I promise you that nothing you say here will come out of this house."

"What if I don't penetrate you?" I asked her. "What if you have sex with my wife in front of me and I only penetrate my wife?"

I saw her hesitating and then she replied, "I'm willing to have sex with her, but when you start having sex, I'll walk away. I shy away from any contact with a man."

I turned to Wendy again. "Have you slept with Sarah yet?"

"Yes," Wendy replied. "Didn't she tell you? We both slept with her." Lucky Sara, I thought again, and screw me.

I nodded silently.

"Why?" asked Wendy, "What happened?"

"I just wondered why Sarah didn't come to visit me even when she wasn't abroad."

She came over to me and stroked my face tenderly. Maybe she still loves me too? "I'm sorry. It turns out that you got knocked twice because of me. I promise to make it up for you big time."

Then she turned on her heels, took Anne's hand and pulled her out of my house. Fuck, fuck, fuck.