The Math Professor

Clutching her ass as hard as I could, I pressed her open pussy to my tongue, and tasted her inside. She was so wet, and I almost cried to hear her scream. I thought she was in pain. Aiming my eyes above her secret parts to her stomach, I straightened my tongue. Breathing hard, I placed the extreme tip of my tongue right in the center of her pink vagina. Moving forward ever so slowly, I penetrated her vagina with my tongue.

She was silent. I could sense she was holding her breath. I felt I was learning a great secret about her body. No one was supposed to know this about kind and beautiful Patricia, but here I was, tasting her on the inside in the middle of class. I began to move her on my tongue slowly, cradling her hips, trying to hold as much of her body in my small hands as I could. I heard an ear-splitting scream from her beloved mouth. I was so sad that my lady was in pain. But intellectually I knew she was in ecstasy, we were in complete ecstasy together. Her nude white hips were slippery with sweat. I did not want the rest of the class to see her beautiful butt. It was something only for me to see.

It did not take long for this bliss to end. She came passionately, and my whole tongue tasted her wet and private spot. I cannot describe how aroused I was. Words cannot express how painfully hard my penis was as it stood excited in the classroom, for all my students to see. Occasionally her cute little foot would brush up against my erection, causing me to move my tongue even more excitedly against her labia.

Her loud orgasm depressed and excited me. Suddenly my tongue was torn from the warmth of her moist vagina into the cold classroom air, as she pushed herself up from the ground. I whimpered as if stung by a dagger. "Come back! I want to eat you out some more! Patricia..." She moaned with palpable excitement as she sat down across from me. Her legs were spread apart, invitingly. Not wasting any time, she took my legs and placed them over hers, pulling herself close to me. She drew me close to her aroused pussy.

"You're the only one I want inside of me right now." She carefully stroked my eager hard-on. Bending it down slightly, she moved it to her private spot. I looked at her. She had a youthful smile.

"Don't be scared," she said. With that, she thrust my erection to her moist lips. I could feel her warm, wet, aroused skin. I knew it was hers. I knew what a wonderful place it guarded. This was too much for me. Shuddering, I ejaculated right at her entrance.

It was all over, almost before it had begun. I threw my arms around her and held her so close to my body that I felt no separation between us. My limp cock lightly touched her pussy. My lips formed a tight seal around hers. I kissed her with such intensity that I was afraid we would pass out and die. Slowly, my psychological state began to revert to the usual one.

I looked at her again. Who was this person I had loved so deeply a few seconds ago? I don't even know her.

"Am I still a virgin?" I asked her. I had not really penetrated, had I?

Patricia gently massaged my back, but did not answer my question.

"Are you pregnant?" I was suddenly worried. She gave me a slight peck on the lips. She whispered in my ear that she was on the pill and had no diseases.

I looked at the board. I had etched the beautiful Christoffel symbol on the upper righthand corner. It was not a tensor, like so many of the symbols there, but it played an invaluable role in differential geometry--it essentially measured to what extent a manifold deviated from flat space. That is, how curved was the manifold? These Christoffel symbols could be used to construct different types of curvature.

In particular, there is the Ricci curvature. Einstein dealt with four-dimensional manifolds--three dimensions of space, one of time. He determined the geometry on his manifolds by setting the Ricci curvature equal to zero. These are Einstein's famous equations of the gravitational field, the fundamental equations of general relativity theory. A particle under the influence of gravity will follow the straight lines in this geometry.

I looked back at Patricia. Her delicate, playful face. Her haunting deep blue eyes. That short blonde hair that was now disshevelled from our experience. I looked again at the equations. For the first time in my life, I could not say which was more beautiful...

I looked back at Patricia. She was so hot. She made me feel like hot sauce was in blood vessels. I was becoming aroused again. I leaped at Patricia and kissed her passionately. Suddenly I felt a tug at my foot.

A beautiful girl who looked slightly younger than Patricia was playfully tugging at my heel. She was Noriko, a visiting student from Japan with long black hair, a fashionable blouse, and tight jeans, similar to Patricia's. Her little butt waved playfully in the air ready to pounce. Her lips were full and puckered, hungry for a kiss. I could not help but be aroused by her tiny hands and feet, her bookish manner, and her seemingly naive expression.

"Professor, Naughty Professor. I want it too. I want you to take my virginity."

My mind was really flustered now. My gaze alternated between Patricia whom I loved and this sumptuous young temptress, Noriko. I noticed all the girls were huddling around me now, ready to engage in an unforgettable group orgy.

I was to be fucked by thirty or so beautiful college-aged women. Could this make up for thirty-five years of virginity? Did one of them have a condom? I looked again at Noriko and she seemed an irresistible idealization of woman.

Without warning, the door of the room was opened. I recognized the face. It was the tenured professor Girard Lamb. He worked in an area of mathematics I find terminally boring, namely, numerical analysis. It is often a dry inelegant science whose ultimate goal is to get a computer program to run a little faster. The emphasis is almost entirely on application, there is no intrinsic beauty to speak of. Well, this is how I see it. Many see it differently.

Girard Lamb was actually a nice man. But he and I did not get along, due to a fault of mine. During a moment when I felt a strange combination of paranoia and arrogance, I sent Girard Lamb a rather tactless message. It surely insulted him as he did not reply. I later sent him an apology, but he did not reply to that either. Since he was more powerful and older than I was, I took to avoiding him in the halls.

Now here he was seeing me naked. Well, surrounded by tens of beautiful women...

"What the hell is this, Cox?"

I smiled sheepishly. "I guess I'm living up to my name."

Professor Lamb turned red. "You unbelievable pervert. You know, Richard, before I thought you were just an idiot. Now I see you're a degenerate as well. I've heard of professors screwing around with a student or two, but their whole class, Cox? You make me sick. I'll see to it you never get tenure--what am I saying? You'll never work at a university again. You'll never work at a high school!"

I blushed a little. I wasn't sure what the right thing to say was. I ventured, "Jealous, Lamb?" I kissed Patricia and Noriko.

Lamb scowled. "Filthy pervert." The eminent professor turned right around and walked out. I crawled to the door and shouted down the hall, "Sorry about that rude email..."

Well, this would be the end of my career. I had better enjoy it.

"Patricia," I shouted, "I love you. But I want to play with Noriko now!" I leapt on the beautiful Japanese woman and began to lick her tits through her beautiful blouse...

(To be continued.)