Fuckin' Problems

Dr. Page spreads her legs wide for me. She was lying on the center of the bed with her back against a pillow to the bedstand. She stared expectantly at me as her fingers reached for the area known as her vagina, spreading her lips wide open for me like a lighthouse signaling a destination. Her flaxen bush and pussy were now damp with her new settings. I crawled on the bed remembering the blowjob video I first saw. Something about doing it on a bed… made much more sense. It was comfortable or… felt like home. Beds couldn’t be just designed for sleep alone.

I shuffled forward to meet her hips with mine. My cock hovered her bush and descended down to the place between her legs. Ms. Fleming came beside us, observing the scene intently. I held my cock and guided inside of Dr. Page, prodding her warmth. It delved inside, parting her pussy lips until the tip disappeared in her body, her tightness resisting me. Dr. Page’s eyes widened at this as if she was glimpsing through a telescope at a newly discovered star. Dr. Page’s hands were clenching the satin sheets as I buried myself more and more into her. Finally, I hefted my weight on top of her with my entire length buried within her.

“Incredible... I almost didn’t believe you when you told me, Rita. He’s in there. He is really in there,” Dr. Page gasped.

“Ange, how do you feel?” Ms. Fleming asked.

“Hmm…” The professor ruminated on it, then spoke, “There is a bit of discomfort and pain. I suppose if we do this in the future, we should bring a form of lubrication… maybe oil.”

Ms. Fleming nodded and scribbled away.

“Rita, in my bag there is a camera. I want you to take it out and capture the point of entry,” Dr. Page suggested.

“Umm… what?” I asked.

Ms. Fleming went towards the bag that Dr. Page brought with her and rummaged through it. She brought out this bulky black box thing with a lens on the end of it out. She carried on her, putting the strap around her neck and brought it over.

“That’s good. You know how to use that, I presume?” Dr. Page asked.

“Oh, yes. This must-have costed a fortune,” Ms. Fleming examined the device in her hands with admiration.

“It’s the University’s. You have no idea how long I lobbied for one of those,” Dr. Page said.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Cliff, I’m going to have Rita take some photos of the penetration. I have a photo lab back at the University. It’ll help me with the research. You can be assured they will be for my eyes only, and it will not have your face on it,” Dr. Page said.

“Oh…” I murmured.

A photo? Of us having sex? That didn’t sound great, but… for science, right?

“Now Cliff, I want you to pull it out, so only the tip is in. That’s good,” Dr. Page remarked as I did as she asked. The shaft getting lined with her cream as the edge of my tip was the only part of my dick that remained inside of Dr. Page. “Rita, if you will.”

Ms. Fleming wound up the device in her hands and snapped a picture, getting a good close-up of the action. I resisted just burying myself inside of Dr. Page again until she spoke up again, “Great. Now, Cliff. I want you to put it as deep as possible, and we’ll take another photo to show the contrast in how deep it goes.”

Again… I followed her directions and pushed my hips towards her. Ms. Fleming came over again, and I gave her some room to snap the photo of me being balls deep in her friend, our hips conjoined.

“Okay. We should take another one after with his seed dispensed and also of my gaping vagina afterward. I’m sorry for holding you up, Cliff. I’m sure your penis is strained from not releasing its seed. You can now use my vagina as you wish. We wouldn’t want to overwork your penis for today. I plan to do a lot more in the future so don't overwork yourself,” Dr. Page said and lay back, waiting for me to use her.

Finally. I leaned down again and pressed my weight against Dr. Page's soft body. I was waiting and waiting, and now I can finally let loose. I gripped onto her hips like handles and started pummeling her with long steady strokes. Dr. Page looked placidly at me as I did, noting her sensations carefully and also my facial expressions. She adjusted her glasses while I hammered into her and mused, “It’s rather enjoyable... this intercourse. Was it was pleasurable for you as well, Rita?”

Ms. Fleming jotted a few notes, I could notice drool forming on the corner of her mouth. She was breathing heavily watching me fuck. Her mouth was slobbery as she spoke. “Oh quite. I actually had hoped to be part of this session. At least on the receiving end of his penis.”

Ms. Fleming casually reached down under her sweatpants and started rubbing at it. Dr. Page stared with wide eyes at this and asked, “Curious. Are you feeling… stimulated in your vagina, Rita? Watching your student and your dear friend have intercourse?”

“I suppose I am. I… must confess, I have fantasies right now about being your position, Angela... among other things,” Ms. Fleming spoke with heavy breaths.

“You always liked younger men, I suppose,” Dr. Page said. “Cliff. Your pace inside my cunt is increasing steadily. Are you close to expelling your seed like Rita described?”

I might have been but I concentrated hard on not cumming so fast. I wanted this to last. I was gripping Dr. Page’s thighs and pulling them into me. The feeling of fucking this stranger just got me so turned on, and in front of my Science teacher no less. I had a dire impulse to spray her insides with my essence. No. I wanted to spray her cute face with my essence. No. Her tits. Everywhere. It didn’t matter.

“I must insist you try not to release your load inside of me,” Dr. Page requested.

“Huh?” I gasped.

“I fear if our theories about Ancient reproduction is true then… you may spark a fusion of DNA that will kick start the reproduction cycle in my body. That would hamper my work and research… and also make me a target of Institute,” Dr. Page explained.

Wait, what?

I couldn’t think straight. The professor’s cunt was just so warm and tight. Something she said made sense. I had to pull out before I ‘came’. Dr. Page just lay back casually observing as I frantically pressed into her, rubbing my cock against her moist insides in piston-like motions. Her lips look plump, and in the heat of the moment, I bent down with my chest pressed against her breasts and stuck my tongue inside of her mouth. Her eyes widened at first, but she then relaxed, letting me devour her face as I pummelled her on the creaking bed. Ms. Fleming was still watching, taking notes, but she was also casually groping her breasts and continued rubbing the area between her legs, her actions as if being controlled by puppet strings.

Dr. Page's steamy breath surrounded my face as I let Dr. Page’s tongue go. A trail of saliva connected our wet mouths. More pushing into her as I can feel it come really close. I tried to resolve myself to make it last longer. I knew when the hourglass came up, I would have to part away from her and cum outside of her.

“Rita, please make a note that when Cliff placed his lips on mine and started sucking on my tongue, my clitoris was throbbing. I don’t think it’s an allergic reaction, more of mental stimulation like previously. There is something about tasting his tongue that made me feel… invigorated and heated.” Dr. Page said in a cold voice. “My own feeling is that I have an unknown desire to place my lips on his lips, as well, in reciprocation. I am also noticing his young body more and more. I desire to lick his chest and have his penis in my mouth again... Please note that down.”

“I have to say watching him press his mouth against you like that, I had to imagine the same scenario of doing that to him as well. I also was quite stimulated by it,” Ms. Fleming said, writing more notes.

They continued making observations as I continued pummeling Dr. Page there.

“I would like to observe that as he continues to penetrate me, the act is becoming more comfortable.” Dr. Page panted. “I’m becoming familiar with his penis inside of me... as if a glove was beginning to fit a hand... so to speak. It's something, I believe... the more you do it the more comfortable it becomes.”

“I think it's coming soon, Dr. Page. Your cunt is so nice and warm to be quite honest,” I panted. “I can’t believe you are just letting me fuck you a couple of minutes after meeting me.”

_I couldn’t believe it. Why wouldn’t I believe it? _This was just for research. I just said what came to mind.

“We’ll get to know each other very well, Cliff. I’m sure you’ll get eventually get bored of constantly putting that thing inside of me,” Dr. Page murmured.

“I doubt it. I could fuck you all day,” I panted. I don’t know why I was saying these things. I wanted to make her feel… ashamed of herself for letting me fuck her like this. “Angela… is this really for science, or do you just enjoy fucking random young guys?”

“I don’t understand your question, Cliff,” Dr. Page panted.

It was finally time. I couldn't’ take it anymore. Pulling out was one of the most challenging things I had to do, like escaping from quicksand without a rope. When I got out, I did what came naturally and rubbed away at my cock like an intense itch. My cock spurted out a stream of my ‘seed,’ or so they put it over Dr. Page’s pubic hair and belly. Dr. Page stared wide-eyed at the event she witnessed while Ms. Fleming watched with keen interest as well, still taking notes.

Dr. Page reached for a droplet as I caught my breath over her body. I was squeezing out the last drops on her pubis. Her hand-dipped in the white liquid and scrutinized it.

“Fascinating. I’ll need a couple of samples to analyze. Rita, could you collect them?” Dr.Page asked.

Ms. Fleming left for Dr. Page’s bag and brought out a couple of thumb-sized flasks. Ms. Fleming took a picture of the scene of the crime, then a picture of my spent penis, now soft and withdrawing into itself.

As we started cleaning up the mess Dr.Page and I both made. Spot of Ms. Fleming’s bed was now covered with stained wet spots of our act. Curious, I asked Dr. Page a question, “Why did you want me to cum outside of you?”

“Cum? Oh yes. I see. I remember Rita telling me about that. That’s the neologism you made for the liquid seed you shoot out during the Ancient reproductive process you call sex,” Dr. Page remarked. “To answer your question, I think the process of fusion of the DNA of the male and female samples will occur within the female’s body as a vessel. There is a space in there called the uterus which could possibly act as a gestation pod for a fertilized embryo.”

“You mean… like a parasite organism?” Ms. Fleming asked she looked shocked at Dr. Page’s theory.

“Precisely, Rita. Now. If young Cliff here were to… ignite the process and start it inside my body, there would probably be physical alterations to my body which would give it away… namely to the Institute.” Dr. Page said.

Ms. Fleming nodded her head. I still didn’t get it.

“I don’t understand…” I said, still wrapping my head around what she was trying to say. Sex… causes the reproduction process… INSIDE A WOMAN? Wait… how? A baby can’t fit inside a woman? But… how else… or why?

Ms. Fleming then put a hand over her mouth in realization, “Oh dear.”

“What is it, Rita?” Dr. Page asked, putting on her pants.

“I didn’t realize the implication of letting him… cum inside my vagina so…” Ms. Fleming said.

Dr. Page grimaced and said, “I’m not a hundred percent on it. There’s no guarantee it will happen.”

“Wait… what?” I asked.

Ms. Fleming explained, “If you cum inside a person’s vagina… Dr. Page theorizes that it will kickstart the reproduction cycle inside a woman. If the Institute traces it to me… well… I’ll have a lot of explaining to do.”

“If it’s just one, then maybe we can prevent this thing from crashing down,” Dr. Page assured.

“Umm…” I spoke up.

Dr. Page guessed as much. Sighing, she asked, “You didn’t cum inside other people besides Rita, did you?”

“Kinda?” I shrugged, with guilt plain in my expression.

“Who?” Ms. Fleming asked.

“My mother and… Joy,” I murmured, looking down at my feet with guilt. How was I supposed to know I shouldn’t?

Ms. Fleming smacked her forehead with her palm. “Your mother and Joy Harris? Oh, dear. It’s fine if they find a problem with me. We can continue the research even if I’m in quarantine or locked up. But… if your mother, Joy and your science teacher are all… changed by the reproduction cycle, they will have a pretty clear idea who is behind the male DNA part of the fusion.”

Oh crap.

“Calm down, Rita. None of this is confirmed yet. Even if it is... there is no guarantee that the reproductive cycle has started in any of those women.” Dr. Page explained.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. If I knew… ah geez,” Crap. I got Joy and Mom mixed up just cause I wanted to feel their insides.

“From the little I gathered from the secretive reproductive method that the Institute employs, it will take a couple of months for a significant fetus to appear in gestation. That should buy us some time,” Dr. Page surmised. “Meanwhile, we can work a plan to… scatter the Institute’s trail to our special boy.”

“How?” Both Ms. Fleming and I asked at the same time.

“It’s simple. You start the reproductive cycle with random women around town. Women you don’t know or have any connection to. That way… at least they will trouble narrowing down the suspect.” Dr. Page suggested.

Having sex with random women? Hmm…. That sounded like a good idea. I mean… it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.

“Till then,” Ms. Fleming added sharply, “Try to hold off on shooting your seed or cum inside of a woman’s vagina. At least a woman you know or are connected to.”

I nodded reluctantly. It was best to keep my family members and my friends safe. Even Ms. Fleming, who I liked. I was worried. The Institute was no joke. Still… a greedy, selfish part of me howled within that I couldn’t have sex with my sister, or mother, or Joy or even random classmates I found attractive. Wait… maybe if I didn’t do it in their vagina. A blowjob should still be fine, right? Or… I could rub it in other places. Just not their vaginas. Ugh. Should I be thinking about this? I’m playing a high stakes game and still want to throw the dice.

“We shouldn’t keep young Cliff this late. I should be back at the University as well, so as not to draw attention to our… meetings. We’ll have to set times for Cliff to come and experiment. We still have lots of work, young man,” Dr. Page said.

Ms. Fleming nodded. The three of us conspirators made our goodbyes, and Dr. Page offered to drive me home in her car. Dr. Page gave me her address and number at the University. She lives in a dorm there near her research lab. The professor reiterated the need for caution.

“Remember. Try not to ‘cum,’, or so you put it, inside of women you know or are connected to. Even your neighbors or girls you know at school. If you have problems with your penis, do not hesitate to come to the University. I’ll help you relieve it in ways that won’t risk the kick-off of the reproductive cycle,” Dr. Page said as she unlocked the doors to her car. We were parked on the curb outside of my house.

“What about… if I came inside someone’s mouth or… butt?” I asked, unbuckling my seatbelt and preparing to get out of the car.

“The mouth is connected to the stomach. As far as the anus…” Dr. Page thought about it. “It might be a bit… unclean, but it shouldn’t’ cause any problems as far as the reproductive cycle.”

I nodded and bowed to Dr. Page, who waved farewell and drove off as I walked to my house.

Sophia's bedroom door was open, revealing her at her desk reading something with her lamp still on. I thought about coming in and showing her the sex I learned today but thought better of it. If Mom, Sophia, Ms. Fleming, AND Joy were all being sexed on… the Institute would surely know it was me behind it. I would have to be careful. Still, …there were other ways I could have fun.

Besides… I had loads of sex today. I was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. I’ll worry about the Institute and how I can still keep my penis happy tomorrow.