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.
