Chapter 5
Dr. Kyle Witherspoon arrived promptly.
It was his custom to show up on time, as befit the prestige of his position as full professor. Dr. Witherspoon was rather pleased when he strolled in.
Horton Granger always managed to find such young, delightful, nubile, untouched young girls. There was nothing more he loved to do than violate them ... first chance he got.
And the way this one had been described to him made his mouth water.
Young, gorgeous, the face of a Botticelli, the body of a Delia Robbia, and an ass that would knock his socks off. It sounded better than an all-expense paid sabbatical.
"Dr. Witherspoon," the gorgeous blonde madam gushed.
She reminded Witherspoon of Marilyn Monroe. Better body, but the smile made him wilt. She was a beautiful, gracious girl.
But, at thirty, she was far, far too old for Witherspoon. He liked them young. Always had. Except when he was a boy. Then, he liked them old.
Sex was a strange business.
"Ah, Doreen," he said and made sure to rub his chest against her two gorgeous tit mounds. They felt like melons pressing against him. Big ripe ones ... in season.
"So glad to see you again," she said and twiddled with his big mustache.
"Happy to be here, I'm sure," he said with a merry twinkle.
"We've got such a beautiful young thing for you this evening," Doreen said and began playing with his silvery hair.
"Very young?" Witherspoon said, his crotch straining.
"Very young and very tender. Such a sweet, innocent lamb." She beckoned Dr. Witherspoon over to her mouth with her finger. She whispered into his ear, "Not even a wisp of pubic hair yet. Too young."
That was just too much for Witherspoon. He clapped his hands together in glee. "I can hardly wait."
"You won't have to," Doreen said, "right this way."
Doreen led Witherspoon up to a huge bedroom with a mammoth round bed and ceiling mirrors that covered the ceiling and halfway down to the floor.
There was a whirlpool bath in one part of the room, a bar and a fireplace with a cushy velour sofa facing it. Soft music cooed from the overhead speakers.
"Ah," Witherspoon said, "so romantic. Where is my little lamb pie?"
"Coming right up," Doreen said, "Let's undress you first. Would you like a drink? A bath perhaps?"
"Anything you say, my dear," Witherspoon babbled. "I love anything you do to me, you know that."
Such practiced hands, Witherspoon thought as Doreen slowly, tantalizingly undid his tie, then his shoelaces.
She meandered down the front of his shirt, undoing one button at a time. She wiggled her hard, pointed tits in his direction.
She helped him out of his pants and then his white boxer shorts. The man was short and squat, and he had a long and thick joint.
Doreen had seen them all, and she had never failed to be amazed at how such a very unattractive individual as Witherspoon here could have such a fantastically huge prick. "Care for a little drink?"
"Noooooo," he said, calculatedly, "maybe a Yoo Hoo."
"Chocolate milk?"
"Got to lay off the sauce," he said, and patted his tummy, "Doctor's orders."
"Long as you don't have to lay off the sex."
"Not a chance, my dear."
Witherspoon lay his huge hand on Doreen's shapely knee.
She smiled back at the old goat.
"Well," he said after a moment, "where is my little princess?"
Just then, the door opened and Annie sauntered in.
She was wearing that see-through thing and she had her hair in pigtails. She puckered her lips up and blew Witherspoon a big kiss.
"My, oh, my," the aged professor said, and sucked his tongue hard against his teeth, "you're a tasty little morsel."
Annie hadn't heard that one since a late night Errol Flynn movie.
"Well." Doreen said, making her way to the door, "I'll just leave you two alone now. She blew Dr. Witherspoon a kiss. "Oh, Kyle," she said in her hottest honey-laden voice, "Don't keep her up too late, okay? She has a nine-thirty bedtime."
Kyle Witherspoon felt his ass cheeks suck together. He rose up an inch from the bed in excited anticipation. This could be the night he had been waiting for for most of his adult, perverted life.
"Come here, child," he said and patted the bed next to him.
Annie wiggled her hips over to where he sat and eyed him with her head down. She stared at him through thick, dark lashes and felt very seductive all of a sudden. Maybe she had really missed out on something when she was a kid.
"Ooooooh," she said, bouncing up and down on the thing, "you're such a big, wise man. I'm Annie. How do you do?"
She had been told to keep the voice a little squeaky, but not to overdo it.
"Call me Kyle," the professor said and grinned broadly.
"Oh. Kyle," she said staring at his liver spots, "could I play with that big, thick worm between your legs? "
"In a moment, my dear," he said back. "In the meantime, have you ever played 'department store at Christmas' with anyone?"
Annie shook her pigtails.
"Well," the man said, sound joyful, "why don't you climb right up here and I'll show you how."
Kyle Witherspoon felt his whang begin to wobble. It had been dangling down there between his thighs, but now it was showing signs of growing ... like a sausage with too much stuffing in it ... like a huge, fat sausage.
"Now," Kyle said very carefully enunciating all his syllables, "you come up and sit on Santa's face."
"Wow!" the girl said, sweetly and innocently. We.. , she was kind of sweet and innocent. She'd never played "Department Store at Christmas" before. Never in her life.
"You mean you want me to spread my pussy lips and sit on your mouth?" she said and rolled her eyes like a big bisque doll.
"And jiggle around on it a bit, too," the man said, "all you like."
Annie wasted no time. She scrambled up onto Professor Witherspoon's big, scholarly face. She felt the bristly hairs of his mustache brush against her newly-shaven pussy. She plunged her cunt down on his face.
"Oooooooh," she cried as he held her aloft and licked her clean, white pussy mound.
"That feels like wet velvet."
That man had an incredibly long, and from what she could tell, incredibly talented tongue on him. And he seemed to know how to use it.
He swirled it all around the hills and dales of her creamy white pussy. He parted her plump pussy lips and licked around the inner lips. He licked her pink cunt lips till they were so wet that when they smacked together they sounded like waves hitting the shore. Waves of passion and mounting heat.
"What a big, hot tongue you have," she said and humped her whole luscious little teenage body up and down on the guy's tongue.
She whirled her cunt around in a circle and took the thing straight up her slit. It fit pretty tightly, considering.
She considered how tightly it fit.
She smiled and squirmed around harder on the hard, rolled up log of his tongue and on his wet, sensual lips. He nibbled her clit with his big, yellow teeth.
He nibbled her teeth like a beaver gnawing balsa wood.
"Ooooooh," she said, feeling slightly dizzy there for a moment.
Maybe she shouldn't come just yet, because if she did, he might get the idea she was more seasoned at this than she was supposed to be.
As it turned out, she needn't have worried. Professor Witherspoon had other ideas for her. Ideas involving a different game.
He aided her down off his mouth and she wiped it with her pigtail.
"You're adorable," he said, "and I'd love to play some more with you. How about a new game? Do you know Three Blind Mice?' I mean the game."
Annie scrunched her nose up and thought a moment.
She shook her head so hard the pigtails stood straight out.
"Well, it involves my bending over like this."
He crawled up onto the bed and got onto all fours, then he lowered his head to the pillow. "Now, you close your eyes and start groping for my ass hole. When you find it, start sucking. I'll tell you if you're hot or cold."
It sounded a little far-fetched to Annie, but she was enjoying this man's company. She was also enjoying the little ruse she was putting over on him.
He spread his ass cheeks out and she could see, because she kept her eyes open, the brownish circle of his ass hole. She could see his hairy ass cheeks and the huge, gathered wrinkles of his giant balls.
Ahead of them, his cock hung huge and hard and pointed away and up from her.
There was nothing wrong with the view from where she sat. Of course, if it had been Errol Flynn, she might muster a little more enthusiasm, but it was what it was.
"Now," the professor called, "Let's begin."
Annie groped against his bare heel. He laughed and shouted, "Cold!"
She sat up and ran her hand along his back. He twitched his hind quarter. "Colder," he said patiently.
She ran her hands along the full length of his spine until she reached the hot, smooth hairy crevice between his ass cheeks.
"Ooooh, warmer!"
She felt down to the wrinkled, soft skin around his tight bung hole.
When she put her fingers on his anus, he shouted gleefully, "Hot!! ! ! ! ! "
She diddled the rim of his hole gently with her finger. She skated her fingers around and around the rim until his hole gaped open in full arousal.
She felt his balls with her other hand. They were hard as darning eggs.
She felt the stem of his dick.
It vibrated hard and stiff in her hand.
"Come on down on your knees, my darling," Witherspoon suggested, "and stick that tongue out. You've found my ass hole and you're going to have to ream it."
Annie got down onto her elbows and saw the configuration of Witherspoon's ass above her. She saw his heavy, huge balls. She saw his throbbing big pecker.
And she decided that sucking his ass out wouldn't be half bad an idea.
She popped her tongue out and rolled it into a stiff log. She dabbed it up into the tight, dark hole of Witherspoon's ass.
She jerked the thing in hard, and she felt the natural resistance of the elastic organ. A wall of flesh greeted her tongue.
A wall of warm, consistently wet and rubbery flesh.
She stuck her tongue in deeper.
She made round, hard circles.
Witherspoon set about moaning like a wounded moose.
"Ooooooh, my God," he said to the ceiling, "Oh, don't stop. Don't stop."
It had never occurred to her.
She kept her tongue locked tightly up his tight bung.
With her free hand she grabbed the base of Witherspoon's long, hard organ. It thudded obediently when she squeezed the base.
It throbbed and trembled.
Just like her shaved pussy lips were doing.
Her clit popped out of her cunt lips and began to quiver.
And grow.
Her clit was growing as fast as Witherspoon was letting out moans of pleasure.
"Holy Hannah," he said, invoking some strange god she knew nothing of.
"Suck my ass," the man cried delightedly.
"Ream my bung, you naughty girl."
Annie tortured his poor ass hole with her tongue. She rammed it in and hauled out and rammed it back in again. She grabbed Witherspoon's stick. She threw it into high gear.
She jerked his stick harder and harder.
Her hand slid all the way up to the top and embraced the crown.
It slid down to the base and squeezed it for all it was worth.
The man wiggled his hips and humped gently back and forth, eager for more of the little temptress's lusty tongue sucking.
She jabbed her tongue all the way in his ass hole and swabbed it round and round. First one way.
Then the other.
Witherspoon thought he would jump UP off the bed and never come down.
"Ooooooh," he said shaking his silvery head and gripping the bedspread, "Harder, faster, more, more, more ... .. oh, more!! ! ! ! "
Annie dug it in.
She swirled it around.
She gripped his cock shaft and rubbed it furiously all the way up and down.
The man bucked his hips like a wild bronco.
He shouted and screamed curses and oaths and endearments all at once.
Then, suddenly, for no reason that Annie could think of, he turned around and slammed her down onto the bed.
No reason at all that she could think of, except that he was incredibly excited, and powerful for an old guy, and she had always heard that old guys have a lot of control because, well for one thing, they've been doing it for so long.
He flipped right over and tossed her down onto the bed, with her face biting the pillow.
Then, he proceeded to fuck the stuffing out of her.
Up the ass.
Annie had no time to even breathe. She felt the hard big shaft slice into her butt hole.
"Oh, God," she cried, "Professor? What the hell are you doing?"
It was no way for a little under-age girl to talk, but she had grown up awfully fast in the last fifteen or twenty minutes.
"Gonna fuck your ass till your head blows off," he threatened.
It sounded intriguing.
The man shoved his hard, angry knob up into her sweet, tight little bung hole. He slid it in and began a series of short, punishing strokes, guaranteed to bring the most seaworthy woman to tears of pain and pleasure.
"Just lie there and take it, girlie," he shouted, "take what's coming to you. Take my big prick up that sweet, tiny little poop chute."
The man was deadly serious.
And he was a deadly aim.
He poked his pecker square up into her hole and pumped it in and out savagely.
"Oh, oh, oh," Annie cried and tossed her head around in wild, nearly-delirious circles. There was no faking the feelings now.
Twin sensations of pain and extreme lust filled her being.
The man with the hot poker up her ass didn't let up for one single second.
"Take that dick," he cried, "take it up your ass and like it. You naughty, naughty little nympho, you. You bad, bad little vixen."
Next he'll be calling me Lolita, Annie thought as he pounded her senseless.
"Fucking little Lolita," Witherspoon harangued. "Fucking wild and crazy little greedy cunt. I'll make you pay for this."
An odd statement, since it was going to be Witherspoon doing all the paying.
But he could certainly set her bung hole on fire.
And that's exactly what he was doing now. That and making her cry out in pain just so that she could cling to the edge of awareness before spilling off into a sea of wild, unbridled orgasm.
"Oooooh, noooooo," Annie squeaked. That was not an act either. She had no voice left. The man behind her was fucking her all the way up the larynx.
The thing sliced up her bung so deep she had to take deep breaths to keep from passing out from the delirium of it all.
Then, she closed her eyes and felt herself spiral down, down the long winding staircase in Doreen's huge whore house. She felt herself fall crazily into a white, hot cloud of fluffy, fleecy come spasms.
That's about the time Professor Witherspoon's cock hit the deck.
It exploded.
His prick exploded inside the girl's tight, wet, hot, hard, impossibly muscular little bung. And the sensation made him scream like a banshee.
"Iiiiiieeeeeeee!! ! ! ! "
He thrust his prick in and felt his orgasm tug his whole body forward, forward into the girl's wrenching little ass hole.
He felt as if his whole being would be drawn into that sweet, long, tight, wet well ... like Alice In Wonderland when she fell down the rabbit's hole.
"Oooooooooh," somebody said.
Annie looked up and saw that the noise had come from Vivian. Her roommate was standing framed in the doorway with a very angry look on her adorable face.
"Annie Dugan!! ! ! ! " she said sharply, "what the hell are you doing here anyway? Shit!! ! ! ! ! "
Annie could barely roll over enough to allow Professor Witherspoon to slide his thick meat loaf cock out of her cram hole. "Huh?" she said, blinking hard.
"I followed you over here and I've been trying to sneak upstairs for the last two hours. Now tell me what you're doing here?"
"Oh, shit, Vivian," Annie said, crawling up onto her knees, "what does it look like I'm doing."
"Fucking my Advanced Trigonometry professor! That's what it looks like. What a lousy little nympho you turned out to be. Some roommate!! ! "
The bold girl sat on the edge of the bed and folded her arms under her gorgeous upturned knockers.
There was a long silence.
Vivian blew a stream of hot air out her angry lips. She turned to her roommate and stared at her like she was a sideshow freak.
She gave Professor Witherspoon a withering look.
"Christ, Annie," the girl said, "what the hell did you with your bush? You've got no hair on your pussy. Not even a wisp."