Title: ‘Worth it, after all?’

By: Knorg, writer & Carl, plot outline, character descriptions and photo references.

Category: Request
Description: Shy 19-year-old student Cathy is invited back to her middle-aged tutor’s flat to study after the library is closed early. Once there events take a surprising and erotic turn for both of them.

It was a warm Friday afternoon, the end of a busy day’s lectures and seminars. The sun outside was surprisingly bright and the weather temperate for mid-late October. The nice day barely penetrated the old university building, leaving students to look longingly out of windows as professors talked.

Cathy dawdled down the badly lit corridor away from seminar room 1.01. Lots of other first year students, some still excited about being at university for the first time, crowded the corridor about her. There were groups and couples chatting loudly about Dr Remuda’s seminar, excited to be getting to grips with their chosen subject. Others talked about parties they might go to, gigs to attend over the weekend, even trips over to the lake. Cathy’s pretty young face was turned towards the floor as she walked, chewing nervously on a strand of her dirty blonde hair.

The petite girl half-listened as the other students argued amongst themselves; it sounded to her like some of them had already gotten a firm grip on the topics of the previous seminar, while others were listening to their buddies, learning and responding with their own comments. Cathy envied them a little, the students who were so much more confident, so much less shy, than her. She hadn’t followed the seminar at all, partly because the new material was unfamiliar to her and partly because she was worrying about her boyfriend, Carl, who was away from the University for the weekend. Originally planning a trip to the lake to take advantage of the good weather, Carl had had to go home for some private family matter. Normally she would turn to him for help and advice. Cathy’s tutors despaired that she did know the answers to the questions, but lacked the confidence to believe she knew.

The 19 year old looked back along the corridor to see the seminar’s tutor, Dr Remuda, packing up his teaching notes through the open door they’d all just come through. Cathy thought about going back and asking for help on the seminar assignment, knowing she wasn’t sure what to write. As she dithered, Dr Remuda raised his aging head, short grey hairs giving way to baldness, and smiled questioningly as he caught her eye. Cathy blushed darkly and spun away, almost breaking into a run down the corridor but fighting the urge. She felt embarrassed just to have full attention on her, and embarrassed to be so shy that direct eye contact had made her embarrassed.

A particularly loud fellow student walked by, an obnoxious whine in her voice. A tall olive-skinned girl with curly black hair and the largest breasts in the student year, she had the full attention of three or four boys around her. Cathy dropped her head again and looked at her small chest; to her it was a source of her lack of confidence, conditioned by pop culture to think that without big breasts she couldn’t possibly be beautiful. Cathy’s breasts were small, but perfectly formed. A cute and innocent face made her look like a seventeen year old as it complimented her petite body. Carl had told her she was the most beautiful girl in the year, that he was incredibly lucky to have her as his girlfriend. Yet her own shyness and insecurity made it hard for her deal with her own beauty.

Cathy sighed and paused at the end of the corridor. She wanted to get back to her room, comb her nearly waist-length dirty blonde hair – another physical feature that added to her overall beauty – and maybe read a book or watch some TV. Without Carl to accompany her, she had no wish to go out with the other students for the end of week partying. The other direction would take her out the front of the building to the university’s great Central Library, which would be open late. If the student went to the library, she could make a start on her seminar work and try to make sense of some of the themes set – she had a presentation due the following Monday, and needed good marks.

The noise in the corridor had died down as she thought, so the voice directly behind her came as a shock.

“Cathy, are you alright?”

Cathy’s face reddened as she span round to see Dr Remuda standing behind her, with his briefcase in hand. The kindly professor was in his mid-fifties with the weighty paunch that came to most men; overweight, but not obese. At 180 cm – six feet – tall he had a good half-foot over Cathy, and weighed more than twice as much as the petite dirty blonde student. Shy and uncertain, she realised that the other students had all left the corridor. She could hear their voices disappearing off in opposite directions behind her as she looked up into Dr Remuda’s face, then dropped her head again to look at the floor.

“Sir, Yes I’m…” she squeaked out, but Dr Remuda interrupted.

“Please, students can call me Dr Remuda, or Tomas. ‘Sir’ makes me feel like a school teacher rather than a professor.”

“Doctor Remuda, I’m fine, really…” ‘Tomas’, she thought, ‘I could never call him Tomas! How could I ever dare?’

“Good, good. I’m looking forward to the students’ presentations on Monday. Every year people manage to surprise me with new thoughts and angles on old subjects. Have you decided what themes you’re going to pursue? I’m afraid I noticed you looking a little distracted during the seminar.”

“I’m… I don’t know what to write!” Cathy was horrified as she blurted out the admission. She actually stepped backwards, afraid that Dr Remuda would explode with anger and rage; his reputation in academia was very well known, the best in the field people said, but she didn’t know anything about his temper. Instead of explosive anger, the middle-aged man sighed and ran a hand over his the short-cut grey hairs on his balding head. Cathy was a very promising student, based on the written work she’d submitted, but he had long experience to see that she was very shy and it was leading to problems for the girl in seminars. She was too shy to contribute while less able students like Anna or Nikola never seemed to shut up.

“Well, I’m sure if you get together with your friends over the weekend you’ll be able to put together something very special for us; spend some time in the library with the textbooks and the reading list and I think you’ll be fine, Cathy.”

“I…I’m not sure about…” she wanted to say she didn’t have any friends in the seminar, that Carl was away. In a very quiet, mouselike voice, she said, “I don’t know about it all… I…” She trailed off, fearful again of Dr Remuda’s reaction. Had she disrespected him with her response? Also, the sheer size of the central library was intimidating to her. A great academic like Dr Remuda would have no problems, but she still had trouble finding the right shelf section for the course.

“Cathy, I’m going to be working in the Central Library tomorrow afternoon. I’m sure I can spare some time to run through it with you as a one to one session. I’ll meet you there tomorrow.”

Cathy blushed again and dropped her head. She was fearful of asking for help from the doctor. Worse, she didn’t have any confidence in her ability even to understand such a well-respected academic. She wanted to say ‘No’, to turn down the offer… but instead she mumbled a reply,

“Okay, Dr Remuda, thank you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Cathy.”

Dr Remuda left her standing alone in the corridor, worrying about her seminar work. After nearly ten minutes she went off in the other direction, returning to her room.

Saturday afternoon came around with its usual cheerful regularity and found Dr Remuda at work at a table in the central library. As an old bachelor living alone he had no family commitments to keep him at home on a Saturday. He came in a little earlier to get through his owned planned studying. The doctor had almost finished his note taking for a planned friendly rebuttal of his colleague, Dr Sverak’s, latest published theory and saw just a few more weekends work before it was finished. He enjoyed his work, equally in research, theory and in teaching the bright young minds that came to the university.

The afternoon wore on and there was no sign of Cathy. Tomas grew slightly annoyed as he had hoped she would be much more keen to study and grateful for his aid. Also, he knew that the library was going to be shutting quite early that Saturday, and there wouldn’t be as much time to help. Still, he put the time to use and continued his own work, until he heard Cathy speak behind him.

“Dr Remuda?” She came around to stand on the other side of the worktable. Cathy was wearing a white top with pink sleeves and a pair of tight dark blue pants that hugged to the contours of her legs. Hidden from the Doctor by the table were her sturdy black shoes and white socks. Cathy’s dirty blonde hair was combed back and hung two thirds of the way down her back. She wore little spider like earrings in her ears, but no other obvious jewellery, and carried a small bag.

‘Good,’ Dr Remuda thought, ‘She at least looks prepared to study by the standards these days...’

“I wasn’t sure what time to come, Dr Remuda… I didn’t know when you’d be here, and then I went to the wrong floor and walked around the shelves for a while.”

“Well, you could perhaps have come and studied on your own if I wasn’t here, hmmm?” There was a slight hint of irritation in his voice, though he accepted that students could and did get lost in the library. It was said you’d need to be an orang-utan to successfully navigate all the shelves, swinging over the tops to get your bearings.

Cathy dropped her head again, and momentarily considered running off, fleeing in shame at the mild admonishment. She clutched at her bag strap and mumbled an apology, wishing Carl was there to speak up for her.

“Well, Cathy, they’re closing the library in…” the middle-aged tutor checked his watch, “a little under half an hour tonight. Still, we shall do what can, and there will certainly be enough to go back over the seminar points you’re feeling weak on.”

He pointed Cathy to the chair opposite and tried to draw out exactly what the student knew and understood from the previous day’s seminar. He had decided he would try and steer her to discuss the themes he particularly favoured for her presentation, if she had no favourite of her own. After twenty-five minutes of Dr Remuda’s expert and experienced tuition Cathy was starting to understand properly the things she’d missed in the seminar. She regretted not coming to the Central Library earlier in the afternoon.

“Excuse me please. We are closing now. Please finish what you are all doing and leave the Library.” A white haired old lady had emerged onto the floor from the stairwell and began walking around the floor to urge readers and studiers out. Dr Remuda felt frustrated as he could tell Cathy was understanding the subject matter; the dirty blonde haired teen had been proving right his theory that she was amongst the top in the year academically, she just lacked the confidence to display her knowledge and ability. However, having no choice, he began packing up the papers and books.

Cathy, for her part, had lost some of her shyness around Dr Remuda a very tiny amount, but enough that she too was disappointed that they would have to stop studying. She had some notes, but not enough, and she would also need to type out a copy for the seminar group.

The old lady librarian approached their table and asked them to leave, though recognising Dr Remuda as a member of the faculty she did it with more respect than she showed the students about the room.

“I think we’ve made some very good progress, Cathy. Perhaps you’d like to come early tomorrow afternoon and study some more?”

Cathy was interrupted before she could answer by the librarian, “We’re closed until Monday now, Doctor. There was a memo.”

“Oh… of course. I’m sorry Cathy, you’ll just have to finish studying in your room for the seminar.”

Cathy looked upset; she was sure her presentation was going to be a tragic mess. She lacked the confidence to realise that she could make it through. Dr Remuda felt bad as the pretty teen’s face dropped again and an alternative occurred to him as he watched the librarian cross the room to administer sarcasm to a dawdling teen. Packing the last of his papers into his briefcase, he stood and made an offer,

“My flat is nearby. I have all the relevant books there, It wouldn’t be any trouble for you to come back and finish studying there. I think it might be a good idea; I’d hate to have to give you a low mark because you weren’t able to do enough for your seminar presentation, especially as it’s become clear you’re good enough to get top grades.”

Cathy didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to go back to Dr Remuda’s flat, but she needed to get a good mark on her coursework. In the end, she was too shy to say no, to fearful of the possibility of a bad mark and simply too in awe of Dr Remuda to disagree. Cathy followed submissively as Dr Remuda left the library and led her downstairs. She walked a few steps behind the taller man, noting again that he was so much bigger than her.

In Dr Remuda’s flat Cathy worked at his PC, and he sat on a chair alongside her discussing the themes they’d covered already. Seeing the young student in his slightly musty and frankly ill-kept bachelor flat brought back memories of the old days. As a young man he’d never married but had bedded a string of girls, yet it had been almost five years since he’d last had a woman – a drunken liaison after a faculty party with a redheaded cryptozoologist in her mid forties. He barely even remembered the fumbled tumble on the photocopier, both of them too drunk to even fake orgasms.

The flat was small – enough for his needs – and Cathy saw the computer was set up in Dr Remuda’s bedroom. Still, after reference to various books and further discussion she was certain enough of her theme to begin typing up her presentation on the doctor’s PC. She didn’t notice when he stopped talking and just let her type. She also didn’t notice that he was beginning to pay more attention to her young-adult body than was absolutely proper for a tutor. As Cathy concentrated on the screen, the middle-aged man sitting next to her looked at her tiny petite bottom sitting on the chair. Leaning forward towards the screen, Cathy’s rear was outlined tightly against her dark blue pants.

In Dr Remuda’s mind, Cathy reminded him of girls he’d had in the past and it seemed that even with nostalgic vision none of them were as beautiful as the petite dirty blonde haired student sitting beside him. He felt an erection forming in his pants and closed his eyes to try and think of something un-sexy, hanging onto his professionalism. His willpower was strong, but after a few moments the cold stone of Peter Parler’s finest sculpting work morphed inside his head to a new vision. After years without sex he imagined Cathy sitting on his dark patterned bed, looking longingly at him as she thrust her fingers into her tight teenaged pussy with one hand, and beckoned him with the other.

Dr Remuda groaned quietly.

“Are you alright, Dr Remuda?” Cathy asked, causing Thomas to jerk out of his reverie. He could feel his hard cock against the crotch of his trousers and was glad the desk hid the bulge from Cathy’s view. The middle-aged doctor hadn’t been so hard in years, and he felt himself get even harder as he looked into Cathy’s shy, innocent, worried expression.

“Cathy! Yes, I’m afraid I just need to go and, uh… get a drink of water. Do you want one?”

“I’m fine thank you, Dr. Remuda.”

Dr Remuda barged out of the room a little too fast and manoeuvred his overweight body down the narrow hall towards the flat’s tiny kitchen. Instead of going in he walked through the open toilet door and looked into the dusty mirror. He stared into his old eyes, at the sagging neck hanging below his chin, at the short grey hair that was giving away to baldness. He thought about Cathy sitting there, in his bedroom. Forbidden fruit for a tutor to pick. He hadn’t had a woman in so long… so long… Almost subconsciously he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his plain dark corded trousers. He pushed down and his thick six-inch cock sprang out beneath his tubby belly. Twisting to the side, he leaned back against the wall and began to masturbate his old cock. Gripping the thick hard organ in his right hand he rubbed vigorously up and down as the first drops of precum began to emerge from the slit in the bloated red-purple crown.

In the bedroom, Cathy came to the conclusion her typing was finished and re-read twice looking for errors. She was new to student life but knew that more would be obvious on the print out – it was like an unwritten law of printed work. She turned her head this way and that, looking with her brownish/greenish eyes for Dr Remuda’s printer – she couldn’t see it. Cathy realised Dr Remuda had been gone a long while fetching the water. Wondering if the middle-aged man was all right or just leaving her to type up while he had things to do, she rose from the chair and left the bedroom, walking down the hall towards the small kitchen.

‘Fap…Fap…Fap…™’

A strange noise sounded from the bathroom as she walked past and made Cathy turn her head, swinging her near waist-length dirty blonde hair out behind her. She was shocked to see Dr Remuda with his trousers around his ankles, eyes closed, grinding his teeth, masturbating furiously. Cathy was very innocent, though not a virgin, and she looked it. She certainly knew enough to know what Dr Remuda was doing as he rubbed his hand around his thick cock and her eyes grew wide; she raised her hand to her mouth as she drew in a surprised breath. The masturbating old man’s eyes flew open and he saw Cathy staring at him in the doorway – he realized that he’d left the door open with years of bachelor habit.

Cathy squeaked, face reddening, and ran for the flat’s front door. Dr Remuda pulled his trousers up hurriedly and dashed out into the hallway to find a panicked and incredibly embarrassed Cathy struggling with the door handle. The student girl quickly realized the door wasn’t going to open. Dr Remuda had locked the door as a simple security precaution, as he always did, when they entered the flat. At 53 kilos she had neither the weight nor the muscle to force the hardwood door open.

“Cathy! Wait, please… I’m sorry…” Dr Remuda apologized, approaching down the hallway. A small part of him was angry that this young student was making the great Dr Remuda feel bad, and he was also very much aware of the visible bulge in his trousers. He was incredibly aroused and as he watched Cathy’s butt as she pulled at the door he felt hornier than he had in thirty years.

The panicked teenage student stopped her pulling and stood against the door, her dirty blonde hair fell still. She slowly turned to face Dr Remuda. Worry knotted in the pit of her stomach. She was trapped in the flat of a dirty old man.

“Cathy, please… I’m very sorry you saw that. It’s been such a long, long time since I had a beautiful girl in my flat… you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen in fifty five years of life.”

Cathy blushed even deeper red. While she was afraid of the old Doctor, she deeply respected his opinions and theories and for the first time in her nineteen years of life she believed it when someone told her she was beautiful. Dr Remuda walked down the corridor towards her and continued to speak; he had the door key in his hand.

“I’m afraid having you sit in the bedroom like that, it took me back to being a young man. I went through to the toilet and I was thinking about your body, Cathy. You’ve got the most perfect nineteen year old body I’ve ever seen…”

Cathy still didn’t say anything, she was very shy at the best of times and now to have a man she feared and respected complimenting her, the dirty blonde haired teen teen couldn’t think of anything to say. She pushed back against the wall, tapping her long hair between her tiny ass and the coat rack as Dr Remuda held the key out towards the door and looked down at her bowed head. Cathy could feel his breath in the confined space and realized he was again looking at her petite body.

Dr Remuda lost an internal battle and said, “Cathy… I’d just… I’d just like to look at you some more.” Looking down, her noticed her cute spider earrings for the first time. The middle-aged man was taller than her, more than twice her weight though he simply seemed to have a large body before the petite teen. He had the door key. Cathy reluctantly moved away from the door and stepped into the bedroom. She felt Dr Remuda’s hand on her shoulder, guiding her to the bed. Frightened and awestruck she let herself be sat on the edge of the bed. Dr Remuda took the computer chair and sat a couple of feet in front of her.

“Oh, Cathy, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed; the middle-aged tutor reached out and lifted Cathy’s chin, looking deeply into her eyes, colored a pretty mixture of green and brown, giving her a gaze that would be quite intent if she wasn’t so shy. His erection raged in his pants as he took in her nineteen-year-old innocence, so unlike some of the skanky, sluttish girls around the university.

“You know that don’t you? You know how beautiful you are?” He asked, looking directly into her eyes.

Shy as ever; Cathy tried not to meet his gaze. She flicked her eyes up over the short grey hair on his balding head, down to the fat paunch of his middle-aged belly, the bulge of his cock… Slowly, Cathy met Dr Remuda’s gaze and replied in a quiet voice.

“I’m not… not really… All the other girls are better looking, their breasts are bigger an…”

“No! Cathy! Your beasts are perfect, I’d love to see them…” Dr Remuda was shocked that he’d asked! A student thirty-six years younger than him!

Cathy was locked in with the tutor, who thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Slowly, reluctantly, but not unwillingly she pulled her pink and white top up, over her head. Dr Remuda’s breath caught as she undid her teenage bra and let it drop to the floor. Suddenly incredibly self-conscious, more so than ever – semi-naked in Dr Remuda’s flat! - Cathy crossed her arms across her chest and hid her small gorgeous breasts under her hands. Dr Remuda gently reached out and pulled her hands away, holding her hands to her knees. If Cathy had tried to stop him, his strenth would’ve easily overpowered hers. She didn’t.

“Cathy… thank you… will you… will you show me your… your pussy as well?” he asked, deciding that having gone so far it was, like Macbeth, easier to press on than retreat. Cathy found her confidence building at the positive attention; she slowly stood off of the bed and undid her dark blue pants, pushing them and her white panties down to her ankles. Gently easing of her black shoes with her feet, she stepped out of the pooled trousers and panties and stood, naked but for earrings and white socks, before the middle-aged doctor.

Dr Remuda was faced with total teenage perfection. Cathy was well passed puberty and well before age started to take it’s toll. He ran his eyes up her legs, stood slightly apart, and locked his gaze on her pussy. He saw her lips were glistening, ever so slightly, and realised at the same time as she did that Cathy was slowly becoming excited herself. Dr Remuda groaned slightly, and without realising it began to unbutton his shirt. He dropped it to the side of his chair and pushed down his own dark pants so that his cock sprang free again.

Cathy watched as he pushed off his own shoes and trousers and sat naked before her. Dr Remuda reached up with his left hand and firmly pushed Cathy down to sit on the bed. Breathing deeply, sweat beading all over his old body, Dr Remuda dragged his gaze up past her incredibly slim belly to her small, perky teenage tits. An animal sound escaped his throat as he began to masturbate again, eyes locked on the petite nineteen year old before him. Cathy sat with her hands on her knees, and looked into Dr Remuda’s lustful, lecherous face. He reached out and pushed her knee, unintentionally roughly, and Cathy spread her legs wide. Dr Remuda’s eyes burned with lust as her teenaged lips opened before him. He felt his grey haired old scrotum tightening up and realised that, fat old man or not, he was going to come quickly. So long without a woman, so many years…

Dr Remuda’s chair banged against the floor as he stood up quickly and grabbed the back of Cathy’s head, tangling his hand into her dirty blonde hair. Cathy squeaked as the doctor stood over her and then,

“HuureUGH!” the overweight doctor started to climax, shooting a stream of spunk right across Cathy’s face, from her chin across her left eye, which she quickly shut. Cumming harder than he had for ages; Dr Remuda blasted another stream across Cathy’s face and then fired wads of hot, creamy spunk across her small teenage breasts. Red faced and shaking, Dr Remuda tightened his grip in Cathy’s dirty blonde hair and kept jerking. Cathy felt every blast of the hot sperm across her, and shivered as she realised how aroused she was becoming, how sexual the doctor’s lust was making her feel. A small damp patch had formed on Dr Remuda’s bed at her crotch.

As the last drops of semen splashed across Cathy’s small breasts, Dr Remuda pulled his hand out of her hair and, knees shaking, righted his chair to sit down. His old cock started wilting back almost immediately, and as the sweat poured off of him, he tried to catch his breath again. Looking at the bed he saw that Cathy hadn’t moved; her mouth was slightly open and he watched as his sperm dribbled inside. The middle-aged man drank in the sight of his sperm dribbling down the body of his nineteen-year-old student. He watched, still breathing heavily, as Cathy flicked back her mussed up dirty blonde hair and then looked down at his wilted prick.

Cathy tasted Dr Remuda’s sperm on her tongue, the middle-aged tutor’s salty spunk in her innocent mouth, slipping down her slim belly to her thighs, her damp crotch.

“Cathy… oh god… oh god… Cathy… I’m sor…” Dr Remuda started to apologise, but realised he sure as hell hadn’t meant it. Cumming across the teenaged girl had been the best thing he’d felt in years. As a teenager he’d be almost instantly hard again and ready to go; now despite looking at Cathy’s perfect, petite, cum dripping body he knew it would be minutes before his old cock would be ready to go again.

Cathy could feel a heat in her pussy, a feeling she barely recognised. Her previous limited sexual experience had been almost worthless; she’d not even let Carl, her boyfriend who she suddenly remembered with surprise, have sex with her. Several minutes passed as neither said anything. Dr Remuda began to worry that his career would end in disgrace; it was against the rules to have a sexual relationship with a student and she might even say he forced her! She might…

Cathy rubbed at her crotch, excited, aroused. She could feel Dr Remuda’s sperm cooling on her. Surprised and glad, Dr Remuda reached down and rubbed Cathy’s pussy with his old hand. She moaned, and humped at his hand slightly. Dr Remuda felt his cock start to harden again, surprising him. He cupped Cathy’s teenage pussy and then ran a finger up the slippery lips below her small patch of dirty blonde pubic hair. He puffy labia were engorged, showing the teenagers arousal as clearly as the small hard nipples on her breasts.

The dirty blonde haired teenager let out erotic little moans and gasps, leaning back on her hands, humping her inexperienced pussy into Dr Remuda’s sweaty hand.

“Cathy… I want… to“ he gasped, unable to finish the sentence as his hard-on raged again between fat sweaty thighs; swollen and sticky.

“Dr Remuda… I’m not… ooohhh… I’m not on the pill…” Cathy hadn’t been planning on having sex; not with Carl, certainly not with a middle-aged man almost twice her weight. He was older than her father, she realised, even as he slipped an old finger inside her tight, hot, pussy.

Dr Remuda knew he didn’t have any condoms – or if he did, they were well past their use-by date. He couldn’t miss the chance by rushing out to buy some rubbers – by the time he got back Cathy might be gone. He looked up and down the petite teens body as she trembled against his gently probing hand, frustrated, needy, incredibly horny. Dr Remuda moved his spare hand up and cupped her tiny perfect left breast and pinched her nipple between his fingers. Cathy groaned as Dr Remuda caressed first one breast and the other.

“I’ll pull out before I come, I swear I won’t spurt in you, Cathy. I swear…”

Cathy moaned, and gasped out, frustrated in her arousal, excited by Dr Remuda’s probing old fingers. The utterly shy, incredibly unconfident young student locked her oddly brown-green eyes on his round middle-aged face. Pleading, needing,

“I… oh, I want you Dr Remuda… want you to put it in… ahhhh… In me… please… now…”

She humped harder against his hand. The wet heat of her tight pussy now enveloped two probing fingers. He couldn’t believe his luck! Cathy was like a reward for lasting years without a woman, a perfect petite present from a higher power. The rotund Doctor’s fat six-inch cock strained as the realisation sank in that he was going to fuck her! Reaching down he grabbed her t-shirt and wiped off some of the still drying sperm from her body, before dropping it again to the floor. Pleasure burst in and behind her now highly sensitive nipples, spreading throughout Cathy’s small tits, as the soft t-shirt fabric cleaned the much older man’s sperm from her body.

Dr Remuda stood up and pulled his fingers from her pussy with a slight slurping noise. Cathy watched as Dr Remuda lifted his old hand to his mouth and tasted her fresh young cream from his fingers. Dr Remuda leaned down and easily lifted Cathy’s weight; the overweight fifty five year old man moved the petite nineteen year old onto the bed, and climbed onto the darkly patterned covers to lie on his side next to her. Her reached his flabby old arms out hungrily and pulled Cathy next to him.

Cathy moaned as he slapped a heavy hand on her small naked butt and pulled her fifty-three kilo body next to his sweaty mass. Dr Remuda’s sticky fat cock rubbed a trail of precum against slim belly as the older man lifted her beautiful young face up to his aged grey haired head. Cathy’s natural lack of confidence left her to feel Dr Remuda’s tongue pushing into her mouth, twisting around, tasting her as his old lips met hers. He kissed her hard, roughly, leaning over her on the bed. Dr Remuda couldn’t wait any longer; rolling over on the bed his paunch, his weight, momentarily crushed Cathy into the bed. The dirty blonde student couldn’t breath for a few seconds and pushed up against Dr Remuda.

The doctor realised he was too old, too overweight, to take Cathy like that. Instead, he rolled back over until he was on his broad back, and Cathy sat on top; Her pussy lips were spread slightly around Dr Remuda’s cock and so he sat up on the bed and lifted Cathy in his arms. He kissed her face and neck and pushed his tongue back into her small mouth. He used one hand to position the fat round head of his cock just at the entrance of her pussy.

“Oooooooohhhhhhh” Cathy cooed in his ear as he let the teenager’s weight slowly impale her on his six fat inches of old cock. Dr Remuda could feel her arms gripping him tightly about the chest, and even her legs were now about his waist. He could feel her small patch of pubic hair against his fat stomach! The tight wet flesh of her inexperienced pussy stretched around his stiff dick. The middle-aged man held her petite body against his grey-haired old frame as he began to bounce Cathy’s body on his crotch.

Cathy’s face was buried in Dr Remuda’s neck as she chewed a strand of hair, enjoying being intimately filled as Dr Remuda slowly stretched out her tight twat, allowing her to grow used to him being inside her. Cathy thought about how much better it felt than when she lost her virginity, how much closer she felt to a man so much older than her… She moaned loudly in Dr Remuda’s ear as he bounced her a little harder, a little faster. Dr Remuda twisted his legs around so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed; with his feet on the floor he began to fuck Cathy even harder, making the girl squeal, as the bed creaked in time under them. The dirty blonde-haired girl hugged as tightly to the old body of Dr Remuda as her pleasure grew and quicker than she would have imagined, she came!

Dr Remuda’s eyes crossed with pleasure as Cathy’s wild screaming orgasm caused her pussy to clamp down on his hard cock. The old man groaned, excited beyond belief by the delicious sensations in her tight twat. He forgot his promise as the wet heat squeezed his cock and he moaned her name.

“Guh?” Cathy gasped out a question as she felt Dr Remuda’s body stiffen… and then the middle-aged man was spurting into her unprotected pussy! Draining his old balls dry inside his teenaged student. Spilling seed into her womb. Dr Remuda grunted as he splashed cum into Cathy’s spasming vagina, clutching her shaking petite frame to his heavy sweaty body. Like a tree feeling the middle-aged man let Cathy go, and fell backwards onto the bed. Her small tits shook on her chest as she breathed rapidly and then Cathy leaned forward on top of him, pressing her pretty face into his chest, eyes closed. Smiling.

The End