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Subject: NEW part 2: "The Nose Knows!" (Mf cons het)
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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
"The Nose Knows!" ~oafish
part 2
My 'dazed' condition hadn't improved with the day. Map in hand, I'd
blindly stumbled through hallways and from building to building, with
confused shards of my memories and broken plans making rational thought
seem impossible. Was my emotional confusion due to being betrayed? Were
the itchy, hot feelings in my crotch because I already missed my
boyfriend's... _EX-boyfriend's..._ kisses and groping fingers? Why
did I get all turned-on by the old professor's lecture? Was that
big-titted-bimbo really living there? Had my boyfriend...
_EX-boyfriend..._ been cheating on me all along? Could I find a dorm
room? Where IS the next class? What was it about the lecture that
had me bitting my lip and squirming in my seat? How come that wild,
old professor keeps running through my mind?
Although English was usually one of my better subjects, all the
terminology in my next class just flew through my empty, yet cluttered
head. _'The perogative of the imperative is always conditionally
subjective in accordance with gender, tense and intention.'_ ...well,
that's what I had scribbled in my notes, anyhow! Somehow, I managed
to scrabble my way through my first Junior College morning.
'They' were in the cafeteria as I tried to choke down lunch. Across the
room, 'she' rested one of her big boobs on 'his' forearm as 'she'
stroked 'his' thigh under the table and giggled in 'his' ear. 'He' had
this big smirk on 'his' face as 'he' just stared at me with half closed
eyes! 'He' looked absolutely hot... and phoney... and I hated 'him'!
What a trusting little fool I'd been!
Then it hit me...*'He' - 'they', were just what that professor had been
talkng about!* Designer, glitchy clothes! Silly, put-on
'superior' attitudes! The 'just-so' hair... both of 'em! I was so
amazed, I giggled! 'They' looked like a perfect commercial... to
sell shoes, or de-odorant, or jeans, or lipstick, or new cars, or Life
Insurance! _(..."Would you trust these Good Hands people?!...)_, or
maybe 'they' were selling condoms! _(..heee-hee!...)_, or... or...
Vaginal Douche!!! _(...oh, my God!, 'the nose *would* Know'!...)_!
Nothing really resolved, I felt a lot calmer about things. Calm
enough so that I was really able to work up a sweat durring the
afternoon gymnastics workout and placement exams. I think I was fired up
bymy frustration, cause I really attacked my routines. Every muscle
felt hard and taunt; the bunching of my calves, thighs and gluts; the
rippling of my abdominals; my back and shoulders were filled with pure
power! My tities even felt hard... and I saw that my nipples were
excitedly juttng out against the stretched fabric of my leotard! I
was covered in sweat and my shaved little pussy was drenching my crotch!
I even got a couple of good comments about my enthusiasm. I was
going over the schedules and stuff with the coaches when I noticed the
clock... 4 pm... ...and then I remembered! My counseling
appointment! I grabbed my shoes, threw on a wrap-around skirt, jammed my
arms in a zip-up sweatshirt and took off across campus!
Almost 20 after found me puffing and blowing as I held up the wall
outside of the professor's office. There was a glimmer of an amused
smile on her face as the lady at the desk looked over the top of her
glases at me. I stammered an out-of-breath statement about my
appointment and was told, with a wave of a hand towards a closed office
door, that I was the 'last of the parade', and that he should be
finished momentarily. Self-consciously, I brushed my hair back,
trying to pull the ponytail a little neater. Smoothing the front of
my skirt, I mumbled that I'd just come from a Gym Class.
"I can see that, Honey. Don't worry, the professor's not big on
formality," she smiled.
His door flew open. Out of his office came striding the haughtily erect
form of a campus queen! There was fire blazing in her eyes as she
stomped to the secretary's desk!
"I'm dis-enrolling! The... the nerve of him! He actually asked
me
what brand of 'toilet-water' I bathed in!"
The secretary kept a straight face and motioned me to the door with a
wink. As I closed it behind me, I heard the indignant wail continue'
"It's _French!_ perfume! Imported! 'Ebb-Tide', *Three hundred
dollars a half ounce!*"
He was standing, staring out the window, across the desk from me. The
same 'rumpled' old man... (though he had tucked in his shirt, and his
hair was brushed)... had his back to me as he spoke, "Sssssh!... sit...
and be still!"
Just the sound of his voice caused me to fidgit in my seat! A
couple of silent minutes dripped slowly by with just the sound of the
ticking clock and his long, deep breathing. I was beginning to feel
drowsey in the warmth of the room, when he finally continued... as he
turned.
"Could be...," he mumbled. Then, "Close your eyes and breathe
deeply, please. Slowly... through your nose."
My senses seemed to come alive with the curious mix of odors; old books,
the rich musty smell of pipe tobacco, and... and a mellow tang... of...
of... I couldn't place it, but it was a warm, deep smell I could almost
'feel'. I heard the slight rustling of his clothes, and 'sensed' his
moving. First to my right, then continuing around behind my chair. His
hands lightly touched my shoulders, and I 'felt' him bend to inhale at
my hair. His quiet, "Ummm...yess...", caused me to flush... when, all of
a sudden, his hands were gone.
"Professor, I..."
"Shhhh... Close your eyes again. Before we get to your questions, let me
ask you a few of my own. I don't recall seeing you before today's
lecture."
"I... I just graduated from High School... early... an' I just today,
transferred in."
"Why here? Why now, in mid-semester?"
"Well... I thought I could sort of 'get a jump on things' by auditing
the last half of the courses... and... well... my boyfriend was going
here too."
" 'Was'... He's not here now?"
"Um, ah... he... he's still here, but... un... he's not... I mean... I'm
not... oh, damn!" ...and the whole, nasty mess just spilled out!
"So.. you're going to be living.. where?"
"Until I can get a dorm room... I guess, in my car... or on his damned
couch! I'm not quitting and running back home!"
His hands were back on my shoulders, this time gently kneading and
pulling the collar of my sweatshirt open. I giggled self-consciously
when his mustache tickled th side of my neck. He was breathing deeply,
sniffing my neck, really! I could smell that musky-tang again, and just
relaxed.
"Such a strong-heady odor! ...from such a tiny girl! ...I wonder...?,"
was the little whisper at my ear.
"Professor...?" His touch seemed to ignite something... something
deep... that felt.. well, 'right'!
"I can sense your openess... The nose tells me the truth of your
needs... Honestly now, I'd like you to acess an offer that would be to
both of our benefit," he began, as I felt him slowly unzipping my
sweatshirt.
I was in a body-spell... Warm, relaxed, flowing with the surrouding
moment, as his voice quietly, methodically, told me of his need of a new
'housekeeper'... and his hands spread delicately across my ribcage... my
own room, with light household chores... as the softness of his warm
lips found my earlobe... I became the hardness of my nipples in his
fingers, as he stroked and pulled ot the smoothness of my leotard.
Something about 'study-help'... as my sweatshirt fell from my shoulders
and my leotard began to peel down my arms! My eyes wre still closed as I
felt one hand caress up my throat, tilting my chin back. I pushed the
heat of my achingly hot little tit into his hand, as his lips found
mine! He felt so... smelled so... tasted so... ohhhhhHH! RighT!
I was feeling his breath on my cheek as our tongues met... upside down!
..His mustache was tickling my chin! His hands were kneading and
pulling on my nipples! I was melting into soft fire of desire as out
tongues danced and an achingly hungry flood trembled deep between my
legs! My mouth moaned free; I shakily rose to the incessant, deliciously
painful pull on my nipples! His fingertips played and splayed across
my ribs as he lay me face down on his desk. My eyes were scrunched shut
as my arms were momentarily trapped behind me and my sweatshirt and
leotard sleeves were swept from my limbs. Soft lips accompanied the
tickling mustache as they sucked down the knobs of my spine!
"The body of a beautiful, budding girl... and the pungent smell of a
fully ripe woman!" brought wanton goose-bumps to my flesh!
My lower lip was caught between my teeth, my fingers clenched in hopeful
anticipation... as I spread my feet to the peel of freedom giving
spandex! Slowly, I felt my ass being bared. Then, as my leotard
cascaded to my ankles, I realized that I was completely naked...
wantonly sprawled, wide open and wanting, across the professor's desk!
"So hot! So wet!," ...and his tongue plunged into the crack of my ass!
"So sweet! So ready!," ...as the warm wetness of him swiped across my
anus to prod between my hungry folds!
I heard myself mewling in frustration as I flexed my butt up into the
air! His hands spread my cheeks wide a his lips found mine! Oh,
God! He was suckin on my cunt! And my cunt was sucking on hs face! The
gushy pliancy of our joining was accompanied by his face twisting
growling! His nose was poking at my asshole when his tongue hit my clit!
I squealled in an electric shower that trembled from my crotch... to my
toes...to my nose!
"Ohhhh... Pl-eas-Ze!," strangled from my throat! He'd suddenly buried
his tongue in me! He wiggled in me! Then out... and w-a-y back in! I was
humping back on his growling, chewing face! His hands were griping my
thighs... pulling them wide apart... IN! ...out, 'n IN! ...out, 'n
D-E-E-P-ER! I trembled... once... then exploded into a flailing shudder
as he held... wiggling in the very depths of my pulsing soul!
I was only 'gone' for a few seconds... cause I was still panting when I
heard his chuckle whisper in my ear, "But, you had a question for me?" I
was trying, sort of, to remember what my question might have been, when
I felt it. I was still sprawled on his desk; his hands were still
clenched on my quivering buns; ...but he was standing between my legs;
..and... and I could feel my pussy being slowly spread open!
Oh, yes! It was hard! And thick! I was slowly being split in half!
Wider! I was opening even... even wider! Oooooh! A 'burning' sort of
feel good stretching open-n-n-N!... and I *snapped* around it! And still
it pushed... slowly, ever deeper...! Instinctively, I guess, I lifted my
butt and pushed back. In... in... ooooh, sliding slowly way ...in! Then
it paused and began to leave me! My pussy grabbed at it! ...and it
came back... even further, with my muscles just rippling in joy!
Suddenly back out... almost gone! Then sliding all the way in again!
I was so full of 'it'! Streaks of wonderful fire flooded my brain
with each slide... My eyes were wide open in amazement. He was going
faster, now... out, and *plunge in!* ...out, and *plunge in!* ...out,
and *plunge in!* oh, yessss!... *IN!*
*"iiiimmmm! aaaaaAHAaaaaa! eeeeuuwW!"*
I was holding on to the far edge of the desk. He was digging his fingers
in the hard muscles of my ass, pushing and pulling me on his huge
pounding cock! The wild fire was becoming one big searing heat...
spreading all through my groin! I was sputtering stuff like, "Oh, Yesss!
Harder! Fu-UCK me! De-E-EP-er!" *He was madly grunting with each
pounding thrust!* My legs had wrapped around the outside of his; I was
trying to pull more of his glorious cock into me with each drive of his
hips!
*"iiiIEEEeennnn! NAah! iieeeEEEN! naaah!"*
I was up on my elbows, staring blindly at the window, when his hands
fluttered up my sides to grab my chest. My legs locked behind his, he
ripped me up from the desk to clutch me to his chest! Fingers
digging into my titties, he drove upward into my cunt... and throbbing,
just held. I could feel him swell in my depths... and again and again,
feel the spurts of his hot seed flooding my pulsing impalement!
Dribbling from one end, drooling glassey-eyed from the other, I melted
into the security of a broiling, quaking lassitude. As he lay back on
the desk, my eyes incongruousely beheld the note I'd written at the end
of this morning's lecture. Giggling, somewhat maniacally, I held it over
my shoulder so that he could read.
Amidsts our hilarious guffaws, he read it out loud...
*_" 'Can an old man like you still get it up?' "_*
..and answered with a bellow...
"Only the Nose Knows! Pherenomes tell us So!"