The Professor Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – The Professor Ch. 02 by Nic_Bersey,Nic_Bersey 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.

“Becky,” I said, trying to phrase my words carefully, “you… Oh, did you have a relationship with your mother?”

“What difference does it make? She’ll say ‘yes’. Just say you’re interested.”

Oh my God! Sleeping with my wife in the presence of my daughter? Am I ready for it? You know what? Even watching my wife and daughter have sex… Am I ready for it?

“Forget it,” I got cold feet. “I’m not short of girlfriends.”

She shrugged, got up, took her bag and then she pressed her body against mine and gave me a long kiss on the lips. “Bye, Dad. And thanks for your help.”

She left, leaving me with trembling legs.

*****

The next afternoon, Carla came in dressed in a nurse’s uniform. “Nicole already knows about us, so we don’t have to limit ourselves to half an hour.” I announced, laying her down on the living room table. I stripped off her panties and without unnecessary mannerisms penetrated her.

“Wow, someone here is a complete horndog,” Carla laughed.

I fucked her hard and urgently, and in no time, I cummed. She didn’t. She stroked my face and said, “Well, now that your pressure has dropped, let’s get on the bed.”

But I was still impatient. “Here, on the carpet, might be pretty good,” I said.

She laughed and quickly undressed. I undressed too. I was going to lay her down on the carpet, but she stopped me. “No, no, no. This time I’m leading,” she said.

She laid me down on my back and started abusing me. She kissed my face and licked my neck, then moved to my ears, then back to my neck and then to my chest. She licked me and gave me little kisses that drove my mind crazy. Slowly, she descended towards my crotch. But when she got there, she didn’t put my dick in her mouth, but licked it all the way, dwells especially on the tender meat under the glans. I moaned loudly and grabbed her head trying to slide my rod into her mouth. But she thought otherwise.

She lifted up slightly, so that my dick was between her breasts, and then she shook them left and right, pounding her breasts with my hard erection. Finally, she pressed her large breasts around my shaft and moved up and down, giving me a fuck of her large, warm, soft breasts. Every few thrusts she pulled out her tongue and gave my shaft a quick lick around its head. I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to her mercy. Suddenly, she let go of my hard erection and went down, crushing her breasts against my balls. At that moment I was almost done.

I lifted her up and said breathlessly, “Be careful, because I’m almost cumming, and I’ll spray all my sperm on your face.”

“Mmm…” She said, “This is something we haven’t tried yet.” Then she went back to massaging my balls with her breasts with her tongue spinning around my glans. I tried to stop myself and it really wasn’t easy. A moment later she pushed a finger into my anus, and I sprayed all my fluids on her face.

*****

Over the next few weeks, we got back to normal, and I went back to sleeping with Carla on a daily basis. I saw Nicole every day, and every time she saw me, she clung to me for a long kiss, but she showed no sign of wanting me in her bed. Definitely disappointing.

One evening, about two weeks after my dream night with Nicole, after dinner, the three of us sat down to watch the news on TV. Nicole came over to me and rested her head on my shoulder, her hand resting lightly on my thigh. Almost immediately I got an erection, but even though she obviously noticed my erection, she didn’t try to touch it. Finally, Carla and I went up to the bedroom for a shower and sleep.

Since I slept with Nicole, Carla’s and mine’s space of poses has expanded, as if she was trying to give her daughter a fight. And so it happened that while Carla was lying on her stomach with my cock stuck in her magnificent ass, the door opened without warning and Nicole entered.

“Mom,” she said, “I need Willy. Are you ready to give him up tonight?”

Carla lifted her head from the bed and patted the vacant spot next to us. “Come on, baby, join us.” She said gasping.

The joy on Nicole’s face was hard to describe. She quickly shed her nightgown, then lay down on the bed and watched us curiously. As far as I knew, it was the first time Nicole had seen me fucking her mother. Despite this, there was no excitement on her face, as if it were a normal sight for her. Carla wasn’t really thrilled either by the fact that her daughter was watching her impaled by me. The apathy of the two was both strange and surreal, and hinted at the possibility that Nicole had already spied on us with her consent, perhaps even encouragement, from her mother.

At one point, Nicole brought her face closer to our loins and watched intently as my cock penetrated her mother’s asshole. If I thought it would turn her on, I was disappointed. She didn’t seem passionate, but rather curious. The sight conjured to my mind Madame Curie, busy with her scientific experiments.

“Mom,” she whispered, “he’s fucking your ass.” As if her mother hadn’t noticed that minor fact. Then she turned to me, “You’re fucking her in the ass, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” I replied. “Your mother really likes it.”

“Do you want to try too, baby?” asked Carla. “It’s very cozy.”

“I think I’ll give up the pleasure,” Nicole replied. “A normal slow fuck will definitely be enough for me.”

What a disappointment, because I kind of fantasized about Nicole’s smooth, wide, tight white butt.

“Just let me cum, baby, and then he’ll be yours for the rest of the night,” Carla said.

I pulled my cock out of Carla’s ass and thrust it again. “God, Willy,” Carla screamed, “you know it’s driving me insane.”

I did it a few more times and Carla couldn’t stop screaming with pleasure. Nicole lay on her side next to us and stroked her mother’s back and then brought her face closer to mine for a kiss. Carla’s hand went down between her legs, but I took both of her hands and pressed them against the bed. I went back to fucking her ass aggressively.

“Willy, please, please, I need a hand on my clit.” Whimpered Carla, but I didn’t give up on her. It was important to me that Nicole be aware of the massive teasing of cock in the ass. Maybe she’ll change her mind and let me penetrate her beautiful butt. But Nicole looked like her mother’s constant teasing was bothering her, and she became impatient and restless.

“Willy, please,” she pleaded, “let her cum. Don’t you see she can’t take it anymore?”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Carla tried to appease. “The more aroused I am, the stronger the orgasm will be.”

But Nicole didn’t calm down. She positioned herself behind me and started licking my asshole. With her the palm, she picked up my balls and crushed them gently. Suddenly, I noticed that lifting my balls was meant to open access to her mother’s vulva with her other hand, and she was rubbing her clit. Sophisticated little one.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Carla screamed, and I wondered if this was the first time Nicole had given her mother a handjob. I hugged Carla’s waist and turned us both to lie on our sides, as if in a spoon position.

“There you have it,” I said to Nicole, “now you can lick your mother’s clit.”

Nicole leapt up, buried her head in her mother’s groins and ate her cunt urgently, causing Carla to let out a long, extremely loud scream. From the rubbing of her hand against my balls, I realized that she had also pushed a few fingers into her mother’s cunt, digging deep into it, and then gave her a finger-fuck. Carla’s body began to twist rapidly and her hand rests on Nicole’s head, pressing it against her loins.

“Si, querida, si. Siga, siga.”, screamed Carla. ‘ Yes, dear, yes. Keep going, keep going.’ And within a few seconds her whole body shook and twitched in sharp positions, and she screamed again, “Dios Santos, si, si, si.” Then I felt the spasms of her anus on my cock.

Even though she was probably cummed, Carla kept squirming more and more. Nicole kept playing with her front hole, so I kept fucking her back hole too, and she screamed again, squirming again. Until, finally, a moment after I cummed too, she calmed down and fell exhausted on the bed.

I hugged her and kissed her neck. Nicole also rose from between her mother’s legs and kissed her face, as she loves. “God,” Carla whispered, “I think I’ve cummed several times in a row. Could it be?”

I pulled myself out of Carla’s ass and she immediately turned on her back and rested spreading her limbs. Nicole jumped up cheerfully and pounced on my cock. She wiped it and slowly licked it from end to tip and then licked it into tiny licks on my frenulum. Her tongue spun around my cock with the quick, confident movements of a pro, and I wondered when she had gained so much experience. A matter of genetics, apparently.

She took my erection into her mouth, as much as she could, and sucked hard, her tongue still running along it. Luckily, I’ve only cummed now, otherwise I’d cum on the spot again. My dick was already tense and painfully hard. She pulled it out of her mouth and looked at her wrists proudly, then lay on her back and whispered, “Slowly, slowly. Mom said I had you until morning…”

I slowly inserted my cock into her tight cunt. She was wet and hot, but so narrow that it wasn’t easy to penetrate her. I fucked her leisurely, pulling out my rod slowly, and with great difficulty, almost to the end and then penetrating her all at once. Or at least I tried to penetrate her all at once. She was so tight that despite all the strength I had put into penetrating, The movement was not as fast and strong as I wanted. Have you ever tried pushing a hydraulic piston? So, like that.

From moment to moment, it became clear that Nicole was a talented fucker. She lifted her loins off the bed and shook them or moved them in a circular motion. I’m sure no one taught her to do this, she got this talent in genes from her horny mom.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, or caressed my face or back, and she couldn’t stop kissing me. God, how good it was. She crushed my butt and then whispered, “What a pity I can’t reach your balls. I wanted to play them.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” I said, switching to spoon position. I kissed her neck and shoulders, and she kissed the side of my face and reached between her legs and on to my balls. In the next few hours, we tried all the poses I know, and a few more we invented on the spot, just because she wanted to kiss my mouth and stroke my balls simultaneously. Carla had long since fallen asleep and our movements were so slow and gentle that we barely shook her, though I suspected that even if we had jumped on the bed, she wouldn’t have woken up after the volley of orgasms she experienced.

Finally, Nicole shook hard and whispered in a panting voice, “Willy, I’m about to cum.”

“Me too,” I whispered back. And as in our previous times, we cummed together in a fierce burst of pulses that washed over our entire bodies. I lay on top of her and within a few minutes fell asleep, with my body on top of her and my cock stuck inside her.

*****

Over time, it became clear that Nicole did not have as high sexual needs as her mother, and she settled for an intercourse once in a while. Talia started visiting the house almost every weekend, so on weekends I focused on professional discussions with Sarah or Trudy, not yet with the two of them together. I haven’t seen Becky much lately.

It was the last Wednesday of the semester. Fifteen minutes before the end of office hours, a not so young and very beautiful student entered my office. She wasn’t tall, but she had a gorgeous body with long legs and a bountiful chest. Her wine-red hair was gathered at the top of her head in ponytail and her eyes were large and green. She wasn’t wearing makeup, and the way she looked, she didn’t need makeup. She was dressed simply–jeans and loose T-shirts. Oh, yes, she also wore thick-rimmed glasses. Not one who came to seduce me.

“Professor Wyatt,” she began with a hint of an English accent, “I’m not sure you remember me. My name is Anne Bromley, I took a course with you in differential and integral equations.”

I uploaded her academic file to the computer screen. “I see you got an A, it’s very rare for me in this course,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said. “This is the thing. I am supposed to graduate this year and have already received permission to pursue a master’s degree. Prof. Miller, peace be upon him, agreed to instruct me. Now I don’t have an advisor, and since you agreed to accept his students, I hoped you’d accept me too.”

I talked to her for a few minutes — whether she had a topic for her thesis, what she had concluded with Prof. Miller, and so on. “The truth is that even though I haven’t finished my bachelor’s degree yet, I’ve already started working on my master’s degree thesis proposal. Professor Miller and I have made quite progress.”

She presented her subject, and it turned out that her direction was operations research per excellence, and more precisely — probabilistic models. The field of probabilistic modeling is very broad and includes different types of models. And this should be known, although there is a lot of overlap between math and operations research, it is not really the same. In fact, in most universities, as well as ours, operations research is a separate department. However, many researchers in the Department of Mathematics also occasionally deal with probabilistic processes, usually each researcher focuses on different types of models. I dealt mainly with approximations to Gaussian models, Prof. Miller dealt more with complexed Markov models.

“Look,” I told her, “I don’t deal much with Markov models, except when they include a Gaussian component. Your subject is far from my area of expertise. Why don’t you ask Dr. Sarah Burke?”

“I contacted her, actually before I even contacted Prof. Miller, but she said she is busy and doesn’t accept any more students.”

“Okay,” I told her, “that was before Professor Miller deceased. Let’s try talk to her again.”

I called Sarah on the university’s internal phone and said, “Dr. Burke, would you like to come into my office for a moment?”

The official appeal was meant to make it clear to her that I was not alone, and she understood. She came to my office, and I introduced Anne to her. A slight mischievous smile crossed Sarah’s lips, but she was reluctant to accept Anne and just said she would think about it. Bromley, at least, didn’t try to woo me.

Bromley left and Sarah glanced at her watch and said, “Your office hours are over, isn’t it?”

“That’s right,” I replied.

She went to the door, locked it, and began unbuttoning her shirt. “This Bromley is beautiful,” she said.

“That’s why I sent her to you. If she’s not my student, I can lay down with her.”

“LOL,” Sarah blurted out, removing her shirt. As soon as she removed her bra, her breasts sank slightly. “Stop babbling. You know, as I do, that you still can’t sleep with her. But… If you want, you can sleep with me.”

“I need to think about it,” I replied as Sarah tried to unbuckle my pants.

“Oh, by the way,” Sarah said, “I met Wendy this week.”

“And you told her what she is missing?” I laughed.

“I did,” she replied. She held my cock, as if weighing it in her hand.

“No, you’re not.” I said, sliding my shaft into her mouth.

Sarah lifted her head from my hard rod and said, “I definitely did. What do you care? She left you.”

“But you didn’t leave your husband,” I said, finishing undressing.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. He also flutters sometimes. It’s just that with high-tech people, it’s done in style. Orgies.”

“You’re kidding,” I said. I laid her down on the table and stroked her smooth cunt.

“Absolutely not. It’s pretty rare, but it happens from time to time.”

“How about we organize an orgy of all the staff in the department?” I asked, inserting two fingers into her cunt.

She burst into rolling laughter that ended with a heavy sigh. “You shouldn’t. There are two men for every woman here, and most of them are younger than you. There’s a good chance you’ll have to masturbate.”

Sarah lay on her back on the table and waved her long legs. I penetrated her and she grabbed my loins and pulled me hard into her. For the next few minutes, we fucked in silence. Then she continued, “So… I told Wendy she didn’t know what she is missing. Do you know what she answered me?”

“What did she answer you?” I asked, banging my groins on her loins.

“That she knows what you can do to me in bed, but I don’t know what your wife can do to me in bed.”

“You’re kidding. Wendy suggested you have sex with her?”

“That’s right,” Sarah said. I grabbed her full breasts and leaned over to lick her nipples. I thought about Wendy, had she ever implied that she preferred women? Is that the real reason she left me?

“I never recognized her attraction to women,” I said.

“My sweetheart. When I met her, she was with her friend, a girl younger than me.”

“I know she lives with someone ten years her junior,” I said.

“More like fifteen years,” Sarah said, gasping. “And now you know this guy is a girl.”

“Well, what did you close?” I laughed.

“That I’ll think about it,” she said with great difficulty. “Keep going, don’t stop.” she said as I froze for a moment. “Oh, how I love the feeling of your cock inside me.”

“Are you serious? Are you going to fuck my wife?”

“Imagine that,” Sarah said, twisting her hips. The shifted gears and we both started panting. She grabbed my butt, crushed it, and pushed me hard into her. She will of course cum long before me, but she will continue until I will cum too.

Then suddenly she changed the subject, “This Bromley girl, did she talk to you about her topic for her thesis?”

I told her and we started discussing the mathematical sides of the subject. “Oh, it makes me horny to hear you talk math,” Sarah said, “pick up the pace. I’m very close.”

I increased the pace and within a few moments she was shaking hard, and her loins jumped over the table. When she cummed, you could clearly see the pulses on her stomach. She was breathing quickly, but I didn’t lower the pace, neither did she.

We continued discussing Anne Bromley’s topic when she said, “Sounds like a very interesting idea, I wish I could guide her. Maybe she should be transferred to the Department of Operations Research? That way we can both fuck her.”

I felt the orgasm climb up my testicles and asked, “Why can’t you guide her?”

“Because she’s Wendy’s girlfriend,” Sarah said. Shit, this time I won’t cum.

*****

The following Sunday I fucked Carla, a quickie fuck, on the small coffee table in the kitchen. I crushed her quickly and powerfully and just before I cummed the table fell apart. Simple as that. Carla fell to the floor, and I squirted my sperm on her clothes and face. She accepted it in good spirit and burst out laughing. She licked the junk off her face leisurely and then said, “Sorry we can’t sleep together tonight. Talia is still here.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“Next year she’ll start medical school in Boston. I’m going with her tomorrow to help her get organized.”

“How long will you be away?” I asked.

“Hopefully just a few days.”

Shit, shit, shit.

And to add to my sadness, minutes after Carla left, Wendy appeared. She didn’t knock on the door, but used her key and came in, and I barely had time to wrap myself in my bathrobe.

“You can’t show up like that indoors without warning,” I protested, “I have occasional visitors, you know.”

She was not particularly impressed. Her gaze surveyed the broken table and she said, “I see. With whom did this happen? Trudy or Sarah?”

“It’s none of your business,” I said. And I added, “The way gossip here spreads…” At least she doesn’t know about Carla.

She sat down on the couch in the living room and crossed her slender legs. I sat on an armchair across from her and watched her. Even though we no longer lived together, and even though since she left, I had slept with no less than 8 different women, I was still in love with her, and I still thought she was the most gorgeous woman I knew. She placed her fingers on her full, blood-red lips and her breathing caused her erect breasts to rise and fall like two combat helicopters. Her short dress revealed her beautiful legs, wrapped in black lace stockings with a pattern of flowers, and the cleavage in her dress did not hide the deep slit between her breasts. Her blue eyes stared at me, blazing, and she said, “Anne Bromley. Why didn’t you agree to instruct her?”

“Yes, Anne Bromley,” I said slowly. “I didn’t know you are lesbian. Since when are you attracted to women?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Wendy pressed.

“Her subject is nowhere near what I’m doing,” I said.

“That didn’t stop you from guiding Sarah,” Wendy replied venomously and continued, “Say, what do I need to do so you accept her? Sleep with you? Or would you rather have her to sleep with you?”

“Maybe you two?” I laughed. “Together. Threesome. But, on the other hand, if I sleep with her, I certainly won’t be able to guide her.”

“Willy, please be serious. I’m begging you to take care of her. She’s a brilliant student.”

“And that’s what you’re asking for after trying to seduce my best friend?” I asked.

“You know what? Here’s your triplet. How about sex with Sarah and me together? Will that help you accept her?”

“Mmm,” I said. It was clear to me, that it was in Anne’s best interest to have someone else instruct her, but I had to abuse my wife, so I added, “Regularly? Let’s say once a week, until Ann finishes her thesis?”

“Go to hell,” Wendy said. “What’s your problem? Revenge? You already have enough girlfriends, why do you have to sleep with me?”

“You suggested,” I said. And I added, “Is that why you left me? Because you’re a lesbian?”

“Anne is the first and only woman I’ve slept with.”

“Not even with Becky?” I asked.

If it bothered her that I raised the possibility that she had slept with our daughter, it wasn’t seen on her. She accepted my question indifferently and without sanctimonious scenes, and only replied, “Not even with Becky. Becky attracts you, not me.”

“Me? Where did you get that?” I was stunned.

“I remember a scene, right before Becky’s wedding. Ben and I came to help with the wedding preparations and Becky was standing by the sink washing dishes. I remember you deliberately dropping your car keys to the floor and bending down to peek under her skirt.”

I burst out laughing. I remembered that scene too. “It was just out of goofy curiosity. I thought she wasn’t wearing underwear.”

“Oh, so you wanted to see what her cunt looked like,” Wendy said. “I understand.”

“And I remember you standing next to her and lifting the back of her skirt to give me a better look,” I laughed. “But I assure you I didn’t think of her sexually. It really was just curiosity.”

“Well, let’s let it go,” said Wendy generously.

“Why is it so hard for you to lay down with me?” I asked. “Am I rejecting you?”

“You know why. That was the load. It was hard for me to meet your sexual needs.”

“So, say, if I wanted to sleep with you now, would you agree?”

She closed her eyes in despair. “Why don’t you stop pressuring me on this?”

“Maybe because I still think you’re very sexy?” I asked.

“Thank you,” Wendy said lowly, “but you know that train has already left the station.”

“Well,” I said, “seriously now. It’s better for her to do her thesis with someone in the operations research department.”

“So at least help her find a good supervisor. Someone you trust.”

“Okay,” I said. “Actually, it has another advantage. If she’s in the operations research department, I’ll be able to lay down with her. So, a threesome with you and her?”

“I’ll ask her,” Wendy replied. “You’ll find her a good supervisor and I promise you a threesome. With her or someone else. Do we have a deal?”

“We do,” I replied.

*****

The next day I loaded the table onto the car and drove to the carpenter in the craft area of the city. I handed him the table and he promised that within a few hours it would be repaired “like new”. I went home, commented on drafts sent to me by my students, and then went back to the carpentry shop. The table really looks like new. He even smeared it with some layer of coating that made it look shiny and sparkling. I loaded the table onto the car and went home.

When I got home, I found Nicole sitting at the dining table in the kitchen doing her homework. On the gas were two bubbling pots that smelled gorgeous.

“Hey, Nicole,” I said, “what are you doing here?”

“Mom went with Talia for a few days and told me to stay with you and take care of you. I guess you didn’t have an actual meal today, did you?”

I walked over to her, kissed her and caressed her breasts through her shirt.

“I have jobs to make,” she said. “When I’m done, we’ll eat and then I’ll be yours.” My dick expressed its approval as I transitioned to a tense standing position.

She saw my erection and asked, “Are you pressed?”

“I’m always pressed when I’m next to you,” I said.

“Come here,” she commanded me. I stood next to her, and she pushed her tablet away, opened my pants and pulled my dick out. She stroked it a few times and then leaned over and licked it a few times. I unbuttoned the top buttons of her Catholic high school uniform and inserted my hand into her small breasts. I caressed the skin of her slippery breasts and pinched her nipple. Her smooth, silky skin made my balls shrink.

She must have felt the spasm of my balls, as she lifted my cock with one hand while her other hand gripped my balls, and she squeezed them lightly. Then she leaned over and licked my balls, causing strong pulses at the bottom of my pelvis.

She erected and rubbed the palm of her hand against my shaft a few more times before saying, “Feel comfortable cumming in my mouth,” and then buried my cock inside her mouth.

It was obvious that she wasn’t experienced enough, so she could only get about half of it down her throat. Even so, the feeling was great. She sucked it hard, pulling all the blood towards the head of the glans, then raised and lowered her mouth on my hard shaft, while her tongue explored every spot of what she had inside her mouth. I put my hand back inside her bra and played with her thick nipple. She moaned with her mouth full, sending vibrating waves down my rod.

She grabbed my balls again and massaged them. Soon I felt the orgasm climb out of the testicles in the palm of her hand towards the cock in her mouth. I stroked her head and sighed deeply. She continued like this for a few more minutes, until my first contraction came. She lowered her head forcefully onto my cock, inserting as much of it into her throat as possible, then pulled it out, leaving only the tip of it in her mouth. I cummed in powerful waves and shot clusters of load into her mouth. She did not hesitate for a moment and swallowed every drop landed on her tongue, while her tongue continued to caress my frenulum. When all the sperm was finished, she cleaned my cock with her tongue, sucked the tip again, just to make sure there was not a drop left in the pipeline, and then put it back in my pants. The girl was a huge natural talent.

“Always when you’re stressed, you can use me,” she said. “But I don’t promise I’ll be able to allocate much time to it.”

Allocate a lot of time to it? Did she really say that? She was younger than my youngest son, and I still felt like she was the responsible adult here at home. Screw Wendy.

I went back to my students’ drafts, and this time I was much more focused. Nicole, too, concentrated without any difficulty in her work. She had supernatural self-control, and an extraordinary ability to delay gratification. Astonishing.

She finished her work, put her belongings in her bag, and then got up to set the table.

“I didn’t have time to check,” she said, “do you have a lot of laundry?”

“I didn’t check either,” I said, and it was true. Since Carla took care of my laundry, I haven’t really followed.

“Well,” she said, “I’ll check. Dinner at 7pm.”

When we finished eating, I sat down on the couch and watched a replay of a basketball game. The Knicks, I think. She collected the dishes for the kitchen, and when she found out that there were more dirty dishes in the sink, she gave up washing dishes and instead filled the dishwasher. Next, she went to the laundry room, filled the machine and turned it on. This girl was a skilled housewife, her husband would be happy.

When she finished all her chores, she sat down next to me on the couch, leaned her head on my shoulder and stroked my thighs.

“It’s early,” she said. “Do you want to keep watching the game?”

“Actually, I’d rather we go to bed. By the time we’ll cum, it will be time to go to bed.” I said with a wink.

“Actually, we can do both. What do you think?”

She opened my pants, pulled my erected rod out and took it into her mouth. “You can keep watching. Don’t be in a hurry to cum.”

I stroked her head and my hand moved toward her round butt. She stopped, got up, quickly undressed, and went back to sitting next to me on the couch naked.

“Wait a minute,” I stopped her, “stand here, between my knees. I want to pet you.”

She stood in front of me, and I slid my hand over her tender skin, hugging her and licking every bit of her skin. Her perfect, pure skin, like the skin of a baby, drove me insane. Finally, I focused on her protruding butt, like a pair of perfect melons. All she lacked in her breasts was in her round, soft, erect butt.

“You like my butt, don’t you?” she asked.

“I’m crazy about your butt,” I replied.

She sat on my knees with her back to me with my hard spear between her buns, and swayed up and down, rubbing it against her anus, then pressed her cheeks together, massaging my cock that was trapped between them. Every once in a while, she stopped and jumped up and down giving me butt-fucking.

What can I tell? Her full asses, and her smooth, soft, velvety skin, sent me at the speed of a ballistic missile straight to heaven. I was still looking at the TV, but I didn’t really see what was happening on the pitch. My head was completely in her ass. I crushed both cheeks, cupping them with my palms and pinching hard.

At one point, she got up, grabbed my rod and positioned it in front of her hole. She tried to get it inside slowly, but considering the narrow cave she had there, it wasn’t easy. Finally, she did what she always did–lifted her feet off the floor and landed her full weight on my cock, impaling herself all at once. When I was inside her, she turned half a turn towards me, with one foot on the floor and the other on my knees, she hugged my neck and kissed me until I ran out of air.

“Do you think we can just sit here, while you’re inside me, and watch the game without moving? It won’t fall, will it?”

Given the pressure of her vagina, I was sure it wouldn’t fall. The pressure will not allow the blood to come out…

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, there’s no way it’ll fall. Let’s watch the game together.”

She sat on top of me, leaning back against my body and occasionally licking my ear. The girl did not take chances. We watched the game and gave the players helpful advices, which they obviously did not obey. The feeling of her supple body, smooth like an eel, in my hands made me horny and made my cock even harder, if it’s possible at all. Add to that her licks and kisses, and the occasional little movements on my shaft, and you’ll understand why I didn’t have the patience for the game to end.

I had to fuck her, but she was patient, so I kept patient too. We watched the game to the end, with my stuck in her, and then I turned off the TV and picked her up, while I was still in, and so I got on the bed. Already on the stairs she started fucking me, with light, but very noticeable, movements of her loins.

I laid her on her stomach, bend over her and fucked her slowly, as we liked. She moved her loins in coordinated movements up and down, folding her pelvis in and out, increasing the friction of the clamps that gripped my dick.

“Willy,” she whispered, “there’s something about that pose. It touches something inside that sends waves all over my body.”

I wondered if she meant her G-spot and made myself a note to find the spot in my fingers at some point. I wonder if it will make her feel the same.

“Willy,” she whispered again, this time in a much more fragmented voice, “I can’t do it anymore. I’m cumminggg…”

I let her relax and then rose above her. She took the opportunity, pushed me back and laid on my stomach. She lifted her loins lightly, to nudge her hand down, grabbed my cock and pushed it into the slit between her legs. She didn’t ride me, she just lay on top of me, rocking her loins on my shaft. Her movements were long and flexible–she pulled herself out until only the tip of my penis remained inside her, paused for a moment, and then impaled herself on my stick in a long motion, folding her belly to increase friction on the inside part of it. It was great, and slow. Very slow. We continued to have fun like this for a long time, until our orgasms erupted all at once.

She smiled at me, kissed me, and rolled over to her side of the bed. “Good night,” she whispered, curling up in my arms and going to sleep.

*****

Over the next few days, I experienced an unnatural, hallucinatory and unimaginable experience. As if I went back in time, to the time I was married to Wendy, only instead of Wendy it was Nicole. She treated this strange reality with equanimity, as if we had been married for years and were already used to each other. Every day, Nicole sat for hours working on her final works. It was the last few weeks of her senior year of high school, and she had a lot of graduation papers to prepare. In between, she took care of the house, cooked, emptied my balls when needed, and went to bed next to me, not before we had sex for at least an hour. For me, it was a simulated, unnatural reality, and more than once I wondered if I was awake or asleep, or if I was even sane.

She was less pretty than Wendy, but much sexier. Her smooth, tight skin, full, soft organs, horribly narrow vulva, and sexual openness were maddening. She was also a much better housewife. For a moment I considered buying a ring and proposing to her…

And like married couples, in the evenings we went to bed together, and she asked, “Do you need me?” The answer was always yes, which led us to a long, slow sex until we both erupted in unison. During these days, she did not initiate, even once, the sex. It was always because I “needed her.” Her sexual needs really weren’t great. She didn’t inherit that from her mother.

Nevertheless, there were moments when I thought I could be satisfied sexually with her only. And then Wednesday came. The day of the University.

*************

To be continued.