The professor: part 1
It was a rainy Friday afternoon. Vanessa sat on the steps of the Käthe-Günther high school. Occasional drops of drizzle were deposited on her glasses. The wet and cold spring weather could really spoil your day. But this was not the only reason for the frowning of the chubby girl. In her hands she heals her cell phone tightly clutched. She was waiting for her friend's SMS. Jenny had promised to pick her up here with her boyfriend. She waited two hours before the school levels.
Nobody was waiting for her at home. Her parents and younger sister spent the weekend in Hamburg. Vanessa had little drive to visit her relatives, especially since she was finally 18 and no longer wanted to play with children. No, she wanted to spend the weekend with Jenny. Your best and somehow only friend. They used to be inseparable, but if Jenny had a new friend, she had always been less reliable. Like today.
She furiously tipped around on her cell phone. The last SMS from your prepaid card account was sent an hour ago. Now she could only wait for an answer.
„ Hello little ones? “, a voice came to her out of nowhere. Vanessa straightened up. She saw a well-dressed man in suit and with an umbrella in her hand. His dark hair was cut short and his angular chin flanked a friendly smile. „ What's still going on at school, little one? Shouldn't you be at home and enjoy the weekend? “
Vanessa recognized the man. It was Professor Martin Schönbaum. A young economics professor, who alternatively taught at the Käthe-Günther to reduce the numerous failures in teachers. He was very popular with his students, and Vanessa heard about her classmates' enthusiasm almost every day during the break.
„ I'm waiting for someone here. “
„ You should maybe sit somewhere else. In the weather you get sick and it would be a shame if we could not see each other again on Monday. “ He pointed to the café, which was opposite the school. His smile resembled a ray of sun that shot straight into her heart through the cloud cover. Vanessa forced herself to have a serious expression on her face. She didn't want to look like these Tussis, who surrendered to every man who waved to them. She wasn't one of those. Even if she secretly envied these girls. Being popular, being pretty, being successful was something that Vanessa was always denied. The boys anointed her and the girls blasphemed about her. So she could easily put the professor's words into the words of false friendliness,that she had only got to know too well in her school years.
„ No, I have to wait here. My card is empty and I cannot tell where I am. “
„ That shouldn't be a problem. “, he reached into his jacket pocket, took out his cell phone, and handed it to her. „ Just call. I have a contract where I can make unlimited calls. I use that far too rarely anyway. “
Vanessa wanted to refuse, but she already held the cell phone in her hand. She chose Jenny's number and waited.
„ Thank you, "it was still a bit grumpy over her lips.
The man, in her mid-thirty, stood above her with his umbrella and only smiled. He waited patiently for the student to finally start talking.
„ Hello, Jenny, where are you? “
„ Oh, Vanessa. Sorry, Babe, we had the megastress. “
„ Yes, that's good. “ She was used to that. Leg Jenny was all megastress. „ When do you come? “
„ How? “
„ You wanted to pick me up from the cat. “
„ Oh, fuck. Sorry, Babe, totally exhausted. You, Babe, I'm already on my way to his friends with Tomi. Unfortunately nothing will happen today. “ In the background she heard Tomi's voice: „ I don't turn around again because of the fat bitch. It is too stupid anyway for someone to fuck it. “
„ You, Babe, I have to break up. We'll talk tomorrow, baba. “ Jenny hung up.
Vanessa was dazed to hold the cell phone in her hand. The professor looked at her questioningly. „ Sounds like it's not good news. “
She got up and shook his cell phone upside down.
„ No, "she murmured.
„ You will probably not be picked up. “
„ No, "she sobbed.
„ How do you get home? “
„ With the bus in two hours. “
„ Where do you live? “
„ Neuheim. “ Your voice sounded indifferent. The words in the background were too hurt.
„ I'll take you there. “
„ What? “, Vanessa looked up at him. Even if she was standing, he was more than a head taller than her.
„ I'll take you home, you want to go home, right? “
„ Don't know, "she murmured.
„ Then come with me. “ He stowed his cell phone in his jacket pocket and took her hand. Without resistance, she let him go to the parking lot. She trotted almost lifelessly after the man. Her long red hair was already soaked, her face pale. All in all, at that moment it was a 163 cm tall and 65 kg heap of misery.
They stopped in front of the professor's black Honda sports car. He opened the door for her and they got in. A moment later he was sitting in the car and they drove off.
The rain was pounding down on the car. The windshield wipers had to cope with the water masses while the car was holding a red light.
„ What are you going to do today? “
„ Don't know, "Vanessa admitted. She was glad not to have to walk outside on the road to the bus station.
„ When do you have to be at home? “
„ Not at all, "she admitted. „ Wanted to spend the weekend with a friend, but the ... “
„ I understand. It's bitter. Or? “
She nodded. The traffic lights turned green and the car continued.
„ Do you like to the cinema? “
„ What? “
„ It's not as great as spending the weekend with your best friend, but if you like, I'll invite you to the cinema. “
„ Yes, but that's not possible. “
„ Why? “
„ You are a professor and I ... “ Vanessa was completely surprised. She would like to say yes, especially since she did not know of anyone who was invited by the school's most sought-after faculty.
„ Why not? “, he looks at her and smiled again. „ You are a young woman who has nothing better to do today and I am a man who is doing the same. We could both be bored alone or have fun together. “
„ Yes, but. “ Her sense of shame stirred. It was wrong to go out with a man like this, even if he looked good, personable, and nice. „ Nobody likes you “, it echoed through their subconscious.
„ Nothing but. As long as you can't give a good reason not to go to the cinema with me. “
She couldn't, so they stopped a few minutes later in the parking garage of the city cinema. It wasn't as modern as the movie palaces in the big cities, but the cinema offered enough comfort and quality to keep up with most of the cinema productions.
Vanessa hoped not to be seen by any students. It was embarrassing for her to go to the cinema with the older man, even if it filled her with pride at the same time.
Mr. Schönbaum was really not a man to be despised. Vanessa had never had a man. Yes, she hadn't even received her first kiss, but when she was sitting next to Martin Schönbaum in the cinema chair, she felt that roller coaster of feelings deep inside herself, that she had experienced so often with her classmates.
The film was some remake or a sequel to a famous teen comedy from the United States. Vanessa didn't notice much of the plot, her heart was too pounding as the professor's hand lay on her thigh. His strong fingers slid over her thigh for a good 15 minutes, brushed the sensitive flesh that was hidden under her skirt before she put her hand around him and tied her head to him.
The film came to an end when she felt his lips on her forehead and her stomach was almost in danger of shattering. It was just a chaste kiss that had nothing to do with the passionate touch of the film couple's lips. But for Vanessa it was the gateway to another world.
His hand had long since migrated to the inside of her thighs –, which she willingly opened to him – while the film hero had just made his last dramatic appearance to regain the love of his loved ones. They did not pay attention to it, but had their eyes on each other. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Like a supernova, the girl's heart exploded at that moment. Without will, she surrendered to the kiss of the experienced lover, who skillfully led and seduced her with his tongue.
The credits ran, but the two were still lost in a never-ending kiss. It wasn't just touching lips. It was the promise of a new world. A world that Vanessa finally wanted to enter. A world for which she had now found her teacher.
They were the last to leave the room. The girl was still struggling for air and clung to the professor's arm at the same time. She didn't want him to leave her. She didn't want to lose him. Not now. Not after he had let them taste the sweet fruits of pleasure. Fruits of which she had only heard so far. Fruits that she had only tasted alone in silence.
He suddenly grabbed her by the car in the parking garage and pressed her to the car. Her chubby flesh was not particularly soft, but she seemed to be only a feather for him. His fingers brushed their crotch, slid over their soft stomach, wandered over their lush breasts, drove along their necks until they finally touched their fiery red cheeks.
„ Do you want to come to me with me? “, He asked her directly.
„ Yes, "she breathed in a trembling voice.
He gently kissed her lips and sealed them with a long passionate kiss that took her breath away again.
The professor's apartment was not far away. Vanessa could hardly wait. He had stoked the fire too much in her undergrowth, which had been going on for a long time. She was also not particularly interested in the furnishings, the living room or the kitchen.
When he showed her the bedroom, she felt his warm breath of life on her neck. It felt as good as his lips lay tenderly on her neck. How his kisses made their way to her neck. She felt his hands on her padded stomach and her young but well-filled breasts. She felt her hands on her body, which slid so unerringly over her lush curves.
She had only marginally noticed the big bed in front of her before closing her eyes to indulge in her feelings. The man who now held her in his hands knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted her and she wanted it. She wanted someone to covet her – and he left no doubt about it.
His hands brushed the top of her body. Free her breasts from the bra. The professor reached for the tender meat, which was so readily presented to him. Slowly he kneaded the curves of her femininity with vigorous movements.
The vigorous beating of her heart was clearly felt. The quick shallow breath betrayed his lust. He felt her greed for more. He felt the fire in her and gave him more and more food without, however, completely satisfying it. Martin Schönbaum was a sadist. He made her suffer, gave her the breath of lust that filled her body without, however, immediately fulfilling this promise of more. He knew the women well. Vanessa writhed in his hands. It was the droll ripe fruit that wanted to be picked. But infinite minutes passed before he threw them on bed.
The skirt and the panties underneath crammed them. Panic rose in her as his hand slowly crawled up under her skirt over the inside of her thighs. Her panties were damp and not particularly attractive. She feared he could be repelled by it. She had heard horror stories about it in the schoolyard. What if he no longer wanted her now that she was gradually becoming completely exposed in front of him. Excitement and fear resulted in a race in her. The years of humiliation had gnawed too much about their self-confidence.
Suddenly the time had come. She felt his fingers on her shame. They gently roamed the damp hill of their pleasure center. Circular movements circled the meat, which was protected by the material of their panties and delicate pubic hair. However, the man skilfully avoided this protection in order to torture her again with pleasure and make her unwilling. To drive fear out of her head as much as any other thought.
The professor had put the other hand around her and kissed her lips, neck and face as he pampered her shame. He brought her closer and closer to a redeeming climax, but without granting it to her. He kept widening her swollen labia. Again and again he touched the previously unused entrance to its innermost.
Vanessa screamed and groaned, she wanted more, she wanted everything. She looked at him desperately when he broke away from her and left her unsatisfied on the threshold of redemption. Then she realized that he was undressing. Her panties were also pulled from her thighs. He kneels over her. His smile hit her.
„ Please. You're welcome. Be careful. It is my first time, "she pleaded with him as he spread her thighs and roamed a condom. He just nodded. His fingers held the wobbling flesh of their thighs as he leaned forward. She felt the rubbing of his limb on her vagina. She felt the desire, the longing, the greed to be filled. Her innermost was after him. Tried about his touch.
Then he joined. His masculinity drilled deep into her virgin body. His huge tail literally pinned her and robbed her of the air. The pain was tremendous that drove through her body, but she didn't scream. She bit her lips together. She wanted it. She wanted him. And then she was there. The wave of pleasure when he started to push it slowly. His bumps were tender and at the same time of incredible intensity. Her virgin vagina pressed closely to the intruder who robbed her and at the same time filled her.
With every moment that passed, with every heartbeat it felt better. It felt right. She felt what it was like to be a woman.
His bumps became more violent and passionate. Your lust did the same. She wanted him. Wanted to feel him deeper and deeper. Bottled by a man, long in his bed. Her lush breasts rocked every push. Her lungs squeezed out groaning sounds that her ecstasy announced to the whole world.
Suddenly a sun seemed to explode in front of her eyes. Her whole body began to twitch and the skewered girl screamed wildly the first orgasm into the universe because she had received through a man.
The stormy twitching of the girl who clawed into the sheet also brought the professor to a climax. His tail twitches with pleasure, tightly enclosed in the soft flesh of the little student. It took almost a minute for the discharge of his lust to subside. A discharge that both enjoyed.
Slowly he retired from her, stripped the condom and lovingly hugged her. Her small, chubby body huddled devotedly against his well-trained body. He kissed her tenderly on the lips. Her heart is still racing. Her eyes were closed. The act of love had exhausted both. While the crackling of the rain was heard from outside, they fell asleep with pleasure.
Nobody was waiting for her at home. Her parents and younger sister spent the weekend in Hamburg. Vanessa had little drive to visit her relatives, especially since she was finally 18 and no longer wanted to play with children. No, she wanted to spend the weekend with Jenny. Your best and somehow only friend. They used to be inseparable, but if Jenny had a new friend, she had always been less reliable. Like today.
She furiously tipped around on her cell phone. The last SMS from your prepaid card account was sent an hour ago. Now she could only wait for an answer.
„ Hello little ones? “, a voice came to her out of nowhere. Vanessa straightened up. She saw a well-dressed man in suit and with an umbrella in her hand. His dark hair was cut short and his angular chin flanked a friendly smile. „ What's still going on at school, little one? Shouldn't you be at home and enjoy the weekend? “
Vanessa recognized the man. It was Professor Martin Schönbaum. A young economics professor, who alternatively taught at the Käthe-Günther to reduce the numerous failures in teachers. He was very popular with his students, and Vanessa heard about her classmates' enthusiasm almost every day during the break.
„ I'm waiting for someone here. “
„ You should maybe sit somewhere else. In the weather you get sick and it would be a shame if we could not see each other again on Monday. “ He pointed to the café, which was opposite the school. His smile resembled a ray of sun that shot straight into her heart through the cloud cover. Vanessa forced herself to have a serious expression on her face. She didn't want to look like these Tussis, who surrendered to every man who waved to them. She wasn't one of those. Even if she secretly envied these girls. Being popular, being pretty, being successful was something that Vanessa was always denied. The boys anointed her and the girls blasphemed about her. So she could easily put the professor's words into the words of false friendliness,that she had only got to know too well in her school years.
„ No, I have to wait here. My card is empty and I cannot tell where I am. “
„ That shouldn't be a problem. “, he reached into his jacket pocket, took out his cell phone, and handed it to her. „ Just call. I have a contract where I can make unlimited calls. I use that far too rarely anyway. “
Vanessa wanted to refuse, but she already held the cell phone in her hand. She chose Jenny's number and waited.
„ Thank you, "it was still a bit grumpy over her lips.
The man, in her mid-thirty, stood above her with his umbrella and only smiled. He waited patiently for the student to finally start talking.
„ Hello, Jenny, where are you? “
„ Oh, Vanessa. Sorry, Babe, we had the megastress. “
„ Yes, that's good. “ She was used to that. Leg Jenny was all megastress. „ When do you come? “
„ How? “
„ You wanted to pick me up from the cat. “
„ Oh, fuck. Sorry, Babe, totally exhausted. You, Babe, I'm already on my way to his friends with Tomi. Unfortunately nothing will happen today. “ In the background she heard Tomi's voice: „ I don't turn around again because of the fat bitch. It is too stupid anyway for someone to fuck it. “
„ You, Babe, I have to break up. We'll talk tomorrow, baba. “ Jenny hung up.
Vanessa was dazed to hold the cell phone in her hand. The professor looked at her questioningly. „ Sounds like it's not good news. “
She got up and shook his cell phone upside down.
„ No, "she murmured.
„ You will probably not be picked up. “
„ No, "she sobbed.
„ How do you get home? “
„ With the bus in two hours. “
„ Where do you live? “
„ Neuheim. “ Your voice sounded indifferent. The words in the background were too hurt.
„ I'll take you there. “
„ What? “, Vanessa looked up at him. Even if she was standing, he was more than a head taller than her.
„ I'll take you home, you want to go home, right? “
„ Don't know, "she murmured.
„ Then come with me. “ He stowed his cell phone in his jacket pocket and took her hand. Without resistance, she let him go to the parking lot. She trotted almost lifelessly after the man. Her long red hair was already soaked, her face pale. All in all, at that moment it was a 163 cm tall and 65 kg heap of misery.
They stopped in front of the professor's black Honda sports car. He opened the door for her and they got in. A moment later he was sitting in the car and they drove off.
The rain was pounding down on the car. The windshield wipers had to cope with the water masses while the car was holding a red light.
„ What are you going to do today? “
„ Don't know, "Vanessa admitted. She was glad not to have to walk outside on the road to the bus station.
„ When do you have to be at home? “
„ Not at all, "she admitted. „ Wanted to spend the weekend with a friend, but the ... “
„ I understand. It's bitter. Or? “
She nodded. The traffic lights turned green and the car continued.
„ Do you like to the cinema? “
„ What? “
„ It's not as great as spending the weekend with your best friend, but if you like, I'll invite you to the cinema. “
„ Yes, but that's not possible. “
„ Why? “
„ You are a professor and I ... “ Vanessa was completely surprised. She would like to say yes, especially since she did not know of anyone who was invited by the school's most sought-after faculty.
„ Why not? “, he looks at her and smiled again. „ You are a young woman who has nothing better to do today and I am a man who is doing the same. We could both be bored alone or have fun together. “
„ Yes, but. “ Her sense of shame stirred. It was wrong to go out with a man like this, even if he looked good, personable, and nice. „ Nobody likes you “, it echoed through their subconscious.
„ Nothing but. As long as you can't give a good reason not to go to the cinema with me. “
She couldn't, so they stopped a few minutes later in the parking garage of the city cinema. It wasn't as modern as the movie palaces in the big cities, but the cinema offered enough comfort and quality to keep up with most of the cinema productions.
Vanessa hoped not to be seen by any students. It was embarrassing for her to go to the cinema with the older man, even if it filled her with pride at the same time.
Mr. Schönbaum was really not a man to be despised. Vanessa had never had a man. Yes, she hadn't even received her first kiss, but when she was sitting next to Martin Schönbaum in the cinema chair, she felt that roller coaster of feelings deep inside herself, that she had experienced so often with her classmates.
The film was some remake or a sequel to a famous teen comedy from the United States. Vanessa didn't notice much of the plot, her heart was too pounding as the professor's hand lay on her thigh. His strong fingers slid over her thigh for a good 15 minutes, brushed the sensitive flesh that was hidden under her skirt before she put her hand around him and tied her head to him.
The film came to an end when she felt his lips on her forehead and her stomach was almost in danger of shattering. It was just a chaste kiss that had nothing to do with the passionate touch of the film couple's lips. But for Vanessa it was the gateway to another world.
His hand had long since migrated to the inside of her thighs –, which she willingly opened to him – while the film hero had just made his last dramatic appearance to regain the love of his loved ones. They did not pay attention to it, but had their eyes on each other. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Like a supernova, the girl's heart exploded at that moment. Without will, she surrendered to the kiss of the experienced lover, who skillfully led and seduced her with his tongue.
The credits ran, but the two were still lost in a never-ending kiss. It wasn't just touching lips. It was the promise of a new world. A world that Vanessa finally wanted to enter. A world for which she had now found her teacher.
They were the last to leave the room. The girl was still struggling for air and clung to the professor's arm at the same time. She didn't want him to leave her. She didn't want to lose him. Not now. Not after he had let them taste the sweet fruits of pleasure. Fruits of which she had only heard so far. Fruits that she had only tasted alone in silence.
He suddenly grabbed her by the car in the parking garage and pressed her to the car. Her chubby flesh was not particularly soft, but she seemed to be only a feather for him. His fingers brushed their crotch, slid over their soft stomach, wandered over their lush breasts, drove along their necks until they finally touched their fiery red cheeks.
„ Do you want to come to me with me? “, He asked her directly.
„ Yes, "she breathed in a trembling voice.
He gently kissed her lips and sealed them with a long passionate kiss that took her breath away again.
The professor's apartment was not far away. Vanessa could hardly wait. He had stoked the fire too much in her undergrowth, which had been going on for a long time. She was also not particularly interested in the furnishings, the living room or the kitchen.
When he showed her the bedroom, she felt his warm breath of life on her neck. It felt as good as his lips lay tenderly on her neck. How his kisses made their way to her neck. She felt his hands on her padded stomach and her young but well-filled breasts. She felt her hands on her body, which slid so unerringly over her lush curves.
She had only marginally noticed the big bed in front of her before closing her eyes to indulge in her feelings. The man who now held her in his hands knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted her and she wanted it. She wanted someone to covet her – and he left no doubt about it.
His hands brushed the top of her body. Free her breasts from the bra. The professor reached for the tender meat, which was so readily presented to him. Slowly he kneaded the curves of her femininity with vigorous movements.
The vigorous beating of her heart was clearly felt. The quick shallow breath betrayed his lust. He felt her greed for more. He felt the fire in her and gave him more and more food without, however, completely satisfying it. Martin Schönbaum was a sadist. He made her suffer, gave her the breath of lust that filled her body without, however, immediately fulfilling this promise of more. He knew the women well. Vanessa writhed in his hands. It was the droll ripe fruit that wanted to be picked. But infinite minutes passed before he threw them on bed.
The skirt and the panties underneath crammed them. Panic rose in her as his hand slowly crawled up under her skirt over the inside of her thighs. Her panties were damp and not particularly attractive. She feared he could be repelled by it. She had heard horror stories about it in the schoolyard. What if he no longer wanted her now that she was gradually becoming completely exposed in front of him. Excitement and fear resulted in a race in her. The years of humiliation had gnawed too much about their self-confidence.
Suddenly the time had come. She felt his fingers on her shame. They gently roamed the damp hill of their pleasure center. Circular movements circled the meat, which was protected by the material of their panties and delicate pubic hair. However, the man skilfully avoided this protection in order to torture her again with pleasure and make her unwilling. To drive fear out of her head as much as any other thought.
The professor had put the other hand around her and kissed her lips, neck and face as he pampered her shame. He brought her closer and closer to a redeeming climax, but without granting it to her. He kept widening her swollen labia. Again and again he touched the previously unused entrance to its innermost.
Vanessa screamed and groaned, she wanted more, she wanted everything. She looked at him desperately when he broke away from her and left her unsatisfied on the threshold of redemption. Then she realized that he was undressing. Her panties were also pulled from her thighs. He kneels over her. His smile hit her.
„ Please. You're welcome. Be careful. It is my first time, "she pleaded with him as he spread her thighs and roamed a condom. He just nodded. His fingers held the wobbling flesh of their thighs as he leaned forward. She felt the rubbing of his limb on her vagina. She felt the desire, the longing, the greed to be filled. Her innermost was after him. Tried about his touch.
Then he joined. His masculinity drilled deep into her virgin body. His huge tail literally pinned her and robbed her of the air. The pain was tremendous that drove through her body, but she didn't scream. She bit her lips together. She wanted it. She wanted him. And then she was there. The wave of pleasure when he started to push it slowly. His bumps were tender and at the same time of incredible intensity. Her virgin vagina pressed closely to the intruder who robbed her and at the same time filled her.
With every moment that passed, with every heartbeat it felt better. It felt right. She felt what it was like to be a woman.
His bumps became more violent and passionate. Your lust did the same. She wanted him. Wanted to feel him deeper and deeper. Bottled by a man, long in his bed. Her lush breasts rocked every push. Her lungs squeezed out groaning sounds that her ecstasy announced to the whole world.
Suddenly a sun seemed to explode in front of her eyes. Her whole body began to twitch and the skewered girl screamed wildly the first orgasm into the universe because she had received through a man.
The stormy twitching of the girl who clawed into the sheet also brought the professor to a climax. His tail twitches with pleasure, tightly enclosed in the soft flesh of the little student. It took almost a minute for the discharge of his lust to subside. A discharge that both enjoyed.
Slowly he retired from her, stripped the condom and lovingly hugged her. Her small, chubby body huddled devotedly against his well-trained body. He kissed her tenderly on the lips. Her heart is still racing. Her eyes were closed. The act of love had exhausted both. While the crackling of the rain was heard from outside, they fell asleep with pleasure.
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