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Kinky Karin, smart slim student at Technical University Delft, applies at the of Professor Peter in Amsterdam. She successfully takes first few tests on paper in her application form online and later in a private chat with the Professor himself. However, it scares her quite a bit, as he tells her endurance of pain in spanking is one of many exams to take during her intake initial long warm weekend. So she confides in her younger s!ster, who still lives at their folks in Rotterdam. Which is quite close to her in old Delft, of famous painter Johannes Vermeer. From her rooms' window, she has a similar sight as he had, working at one of his most famous paintings, the one overviewing the old harbour.
Luckily he seems like to be waiting for her to come online at the site, where they have chatted several times before. Talks which she had to break off towards midnight, with classes coming up early next day. He addresses her, as soon as he sees a green light at her profile page. Immediately he asks her for some basic information on her best girlfriend and her younger s!s. Karin asks him if it is fine if she will bring her s!ster Sylvia along with her. Peter - in informal talks she can call the honourable sex-professor by his first name - asks her a few questions about her looks, character and earliest erotic experiences. So similar to the questions in his forms, but much less formal and nerve-wrecking. Karin feels a bit awkward to talk about such private things of sweet Sylvia Nevertheless, she is glad it goes so smooth and fast in comparison to all those hours of sweating, when she did this intimate interview for the first time on her own early erotic experiences and actual love life. We quote from their recent chat in the net in next paragraph.
- Karin, you told us in our first official interview bits about your common cute coming together with the teen, mutually fingering and licking each others 'lips and slits. Do you still do that at times? Please tell me her name, the class she's in, her character and looks in comparison to you.
- Silvia is in 5th year at her Gymnasium. She is small and slim like me, but bigger tits and hips.
- She is very smart, at least as brilliant as me at math and on top of that much more extrovert.
-Yes, we still do that at times, but a lot less than a few years ago, when I still lived at home with all four of us. We have there adjacent bedrooms, which share the same small balcony. So we hopped into each others' rooms at evenings or weekend nights, whenever we felt like a chat or some loving. Unnoticed by our parents, as far as we know. Anyway, they educated us in free style of their sexy sixties.
- Haha, yes you are my favourite oyster, almost like our famous Delft blue pewter tiles: tough & shiny but not telling much on your own.
- How about her sexual development, also much like yours with an early start and never a steady boyfriend? Does she have an elder lover at hand as well, to turn warm weekends into hot, like you have since a few years with your guy of over fourty?
- Silvia first fornicated at about f******n - no, almost fifteen she was - that sexy summer when she went from second to third year at her Erasmus Gymnasium. She calls it . She likes to play with words, like our dad does and you as(s) well, if I see it correctly.
- So she had her hymen on offer a little bit earlier than my first fuck with my mighty-membered man. Also a guy who was a lot her elder. However, her next handful - hihi, funny way to say so, she did not stop short at jacking them off - sex-partners were boys more her own age. All four or five from higher classes, fourth, fifth and sixth. At our place more often than theirs.
- She does prefer outside love a lot, where one might get noticed in the sunny season. Like in a park if she's in Ro-town, or the dunes in The Hague or Scheveningen near the Royal Palace in Summer or hot days. Evenings and nights at the beach there. It adds to the excitement and gives bigger 'O's, she claims. Wonder whether our Queen Maxima - or her four dear dirty daring daughters - ever heard her sexy screams in evenings, when she probably has her royal bedroom window ajar? My sista can be very loud. Our folks joke at it!
- Her motto could be that old line of
- Please Peter, one question at a time, as I write to you from my phone, which makes more of them in one sentence hard to answer. While I scroll up and down to check if I responded to all of them, already your next set comes in and distracts me from my up-most concentration on behalf of my sweet sista Sylvia.
- Seems she does not need any weekend lover, like I have. She is so attractive and open, she never has problems to find a great guy for a quickie or a long lustful nice night at hers or his place, whenever she wants to have some solid sex. Even during rainy or cold Autumn or Winter days and evenings.
- Oh, I am awfully sorry dear! I have to imagine how it works - or rather not, in our case - from such phones. I never had one yet. Moreover, I do not think I will ever own one. Can be very distracting, I imagine, people trying to do their things at the toilet, whether it's relieving one's sexual tensions, or a simple leak of body fluids from our bladders. Must be terrible to get calls even away from home!? Anyway, I know enough for the time being. Sylvia is as warm welcome at our Institute, as you are.
- Write me next Friday the moment you two board bus 22 at Sloterdijk Station, where all trains from Rotterdam-Delft-The Hague stop on their way to Central Station terminus. I will pick you up at the stop at end of Spaarndammerdijk at the traffic lights crossing with my Institute's Tasmanstraat, so I can show you around my area before I lock you two up at cells of my IIEE. Do not scare, last bit is a joke.
- We do have Love Laboratory rooms, no cells with locked doors. In fact, all doors are open there... even to the 'Deans' salon and His Masters bedroom.To be as accurate as honest, your room is clearly the guest room, but also my main lab with cameras everywhere! Like flies at the walls and ceiling. By a simple click, I can see & and record everything! By a simple trick one can still lock the door from the inside. By blocking the handle from moving down, with a broomstick, chair or other piece of furniture.
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The eyes of the two small smart sex-students can not hide their surprise, at seeing Professor Peter at the bus-stop. Will this old short-winded, but tasty tall hairy hippie be trashing our bums till they turn from red to purple, or would he use some machine? No time to wonder or ask questions, as he offers each an arm and first walks them fifty meters to a weed-window, where he buys a bag of five grams Albanian organic weed and some smaller bags of greenhouse grown specialties with weird names like "Amnesia, Northern Light, Purple Haze".
Next step is some more steps back in the direction, where they just came from. The professor walks slowly, but he is soon almost losing his breath. He gestures towards a bench, where they sit down. In the time it takes him to get back his 'normal' breath, he has rolled a reefer with only tiny bits from the fresh bigger bag and inhales. He coughs, excuses himself and spits the sputum, which bothers him by blocking his throat, in the gutter. He points to the colourful building across the road, famous as the outside shows in very large letters from neon-filled light-tubes in bright blue: .
He starts by an apparent true story from his father's, on a long train travel into frivolous frantic France. He shared a compartment with two other men about his age, who both sit at the window. One suddenly starts to clear his throat long time, making awful nasty noises.
Finally it feels like his throat is clean. However, he still looks like to chew at something. Unexpectedly he spits fast and hard in the direction of the other guy. His solid sputum hits the head-rest at each side at of head, only an inch from that man's ears. The first one gets up and proudly introduces himself:"My name is Jim Jones. I am a professional spitter!". The other guy nods a bit and remains quiet. Silence gets back into their part of the long train. Till the second guy starts to produce similar sounds from his gutter. He takes and bides his time, for fifteen minutes at least. Tension is building up between those three... As a lightning from clear sky, his sputum bullet his Jim Jones right at his big nose. The elegant clad gentleman gets up. "Enchanté, je m'appele Dénis Dupont. Amateur".
Professor Peter has to laugh so loud and long, he seems to get into a fit by lack of oxygen. The girls knock both hard at his back, in order to save his life. Peter wipes some sweat from his forehead and gestures towards the sexy schoolgirls in their sights there.
School is out, or at least lots of classes had last lessons of the day and in small groups those gymnasiasts leave, laughing loudly and chatting at their bicycles. Peter makes some funny comments at a few groups passing by, mainly at girls. Off guard, he asks their opinions about many of them. Much faster than on phone. "Do you think those girls still all shave their pussies? Look at their happy innocent faces. All vintage virgins still, don't you think? Whom would I prefer from those four here? That tasty tall blonde with naked long legs - would she wear a slip? Tanga perhaps, or is that already again out of fashion? I hope so for them! Best is to be without, don't you two think so? By the way, soon I'll find out if you do wear any! The lil' brunette is cute, looks like great fun in bed, giggling all the time. Oh, boy, I mean girls, I could fall in love with that coloured girl! Looks like young Venus Williams, when she was winning Wimbledons' youth title. Their headscarf girlfriend has very pretty big black eyes and fine figure, don't you agree?
Karin notices that some of them look at them and smile back at him, as if he sits there every nice warm afternoon, like today. Later, at their improvised dinner, she has a chance to check that at him. In fact, he sometimes sits only fifty meters further down his street from his front door, where a neighbour has chained a nice comfortable white wooden chair. He never saw the handsome, well-dressed black man use it himself.
He sometimes sits there for even an hour, he tells them at dinner. He reads snail-mail from his box next to the front door, or solves a cryptogram crosswords puzzle from one of his weekend newspapers. Usually armed with something to roll and smoke. A small cloth from his kitchen as a 'table'. And a can of beer with a glass, or bottle of spritzer - white wine with lots of water added - whenever it's too hot at the sunny back-side, where his apartment, excuse me, his IIEE is and his garden offers too little breeze to cool off his head.
Head hot from pondering, reading or writing erotics almost all of the time. Doing his erotics research at making eye-contact and getting smiles back from tasty teens passing by at their bicycles, clad in shorts or mini-skirts, like the ones both sexy sistas wear. He wears some as well at times. He showed them one in cut-off bluejeans-style and a soft suede lovely leather one in broken white.
The girls have hardly time to answer his tsunami of questions, remarks and cunning comments often in rhyme or alliteration. Both nod, point, gesture in order to show their opinions about those couple of hundred teens passing by our bench. After a quarter most of the flock is gone, apart from an all-girl sports team, training outside. He comments their looks, all the time speculating about their sexuality or apparent lack of it at some, who care more to be the best at the field, not qua looks or to have the shortest skirt. He calms down, rolling his second shorter stick and smokes it. A few minutes of first sudden silence. Each of them three seems to reflect quietly and ponder possibilities and probabilities of whatwill happen to them three during the next few hours at his place, annex IIEE.
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No cliffhanger - nor a clit-hanger - yet, at this erotic episode. Next installment will be up only a few hours later.
Still no sexy action, my dear readers, who wait for fornication of the two tasty sexy sistas and their professor.
However, he will have both of them, each at one of his strong long legs, for further Intimate Interviews & Inspection.
His nose tells his the same message as his intuition had: both do not wear any knickers, as those ol' Brits call them.
He is very experienced in keeping them very excited, to make sure they need only a slight touch to sexually explode.
He hotly hopes - his sexy secret - that both will wet his pants in coming harder than they might have expected at him!
Luckily he seems like to be waiting for her to come online at the site, where they have chatted several times before. Talks which she had to break off towards midnight, with classes coming up early next day. He addresses her, as soon as he sees a green light at her profile page. Immediately he asks her for some basic information on her best girlfriend and her younger s!s. Karin asks him if it is fine if she will bring her s!ster Sylvia along with her. Peter - in informal talks she can call the honourable sex-professor by his first name - asks her a few questions about her looks, character and earliest erotic experiences. So similar to the questions in his forms, but much less formal and nerve-wrecking. Karin feels a bit awkward to talk about such private things of sweet Sylvia Nevertheless, she is glad it goes so smooth and fast in comparison to all those hours of sweating, when she did this intimate interview for the first time on her own early erotic experiences and actual love life. We quote from their recent chat in the net in next paragraph.
- Karin, you told us in our first official interview bits about your common cute coming together with the teen, mutually fingering and licking each others 'lips and slits. Do you still do that at times? Please tell me her name, the class she's in, her character and looks in comparison to you.
- Silvia is in 5th year at her Gymnasium. She is small and slim like me, but bigger tits and hips.
- She is very smart, at least as brilliant as me at math and on top of that much more extrovert.
-Yes, we still do that at times, but a lot less than a few years ago, when I still lived at home with all four of us. We have there adjacent bedrooms, which share the same small balcony. So we hopped into each others' rooms at evenings or weekend nights, whenever we felt like a chat or some loving. Unnoticed by our parents, as far as we know. Anyway, they educated us in free style of their sexy sixties.
- Haha, yes you are my favourite oyster, almost like our famous Delft blue pewter tiles: tough & shiny but not telling much on your own.
- How about her sexual development, also much like yours with an early start and never a steady boyfriend? Does she have an elder lover at hand as well, to turn warm weekends into hot, like you have since a few years with your guy of over fourty?
- Silvia first fornicated at about f******n - no, almost fifteen she was - that sexy summer when she went from second to third year at her Erasmus Gymnasium. She calls it . She likes to play with words, like our dad does and you as(s) well, if I see it correctly.
- So she had her hymen on offer a little bit earlier than my first fuck with my mighty-membered man. Also a guy who was a lot her elder. However, her next handful - hihi, funny way to say so, she did not stop short at jacking them off - sex-partners were boys more her own age. All four or five from higher classes, fourth, fifth and sixth. At our place more often than theirs.
- She does prefer outside love a lot, where one might get noticed in the sunny season. Like in a park if she's in Ro-town, or the dunes in The Hague or Scheveningen near the Royal Palace in Summer or hot days. Evenings and nights at the beach there. It adds to the excitement and gives bigger 'O's, she claims. Wonder whether our Queen Maxima - or her four dear dirty daring daughters - ever heard her sexy screams in evenings, when she probably has her royal bedroom window ajar? My sista can be very loud. Our folks joke at it!
- Her motto could be that old line of
- Please Peter, one question at a time, as I write to you from my phone, which makes more of them in one sentence hard to answer. While I scroll up and down to check if I responded to all of them, already your next set comes in and distracts me from my up-most concentration on behalf of my sweet sista Sylvia.
- Seems she does not need any weekend lover, like I have. She is so attractive and open, she never has problems to find a great guy for a quickie or a long lustful nice night at hers or his place, whenever she wants to have some solid sex. Even during rainy or cold Autumn or Winter days and evenings.
- Oh, I am awfully sorry dear! I have to imagine how it works - or rather not, in our case - from such phones. I never had one yet. Moreover, I do not think I will ever own one. Can be very distracting, I imagine, people trying to do their things at the toilet, whether it's relieving one's sexual tensions, or a simple leak of body fluids from our bladders. Must be terrible to get calls even away from home!? Anyway, I know enough for the time being. Sylvia is as warm welcome at our Institute, as you are.
- Write me next Friday the moment you two board bus 22 at Sloterdijk Station, where all trains from Rotterdam-Delft-The Hague stop on their way to Central Station terminus. I will pick you up at the stop at end of Spaarndammerdijk at the traffic lights crossing with my Institute's Tasmanstraat, so I can show you around my area before I lock you two up at cells of my IIEE. Do not scare, last bit is a joke.
- We do have Love Laboratory rooms, no cells with locked doors. In fact, all doors are open there... even to the 'Deans' salon and His Masters bedroom.To be as accurate as honest, your room is clearly the guest room, but also my main lab with cameras everywhere! Like flies at the walls and ceiling. By a simple click, I can see & and record everything! By a simple trick one can still lock the door from the inside. By blocking the handle from moving down, with a broomstick, chair or other piece of furniture.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The eyes of the two small smart sex-students can not hide their surprise, at seeing Professor Peter at the bus-stop. Will this old short-winded, but tasty tall hairy hippie be trashing our bums till they turn from red to purple, or would he use some machine? No time to wonder or ask questions, as he offers each an arm and first walks them fifty meters to a weed-window, where he buys a bag of five grams Albanian organic weed and some smaller bags of greenhouse grown specialties with weird names like "Amnesia, Northern Light, Purple Haze".
Next step is some more steps back in the direction, where they just came from. The professor walks slowly, but he is soon almost losing his breath. He gestures towards a bench, where they sit down. In the time it takes him to get back his 'normal' breath, he has rolled a reefer with only tiny bits from the fresh bigger bag and inhales. He coughs, excuses himself and spits the sputum, which bothers him by blocking his throat, in the gutter. He points to the colourful building across the road, famous as the outside shows in very large letters from neon-filled light-tubes in bright blue: .
He starts by an apparent true story from his father's, on a long train travel into frivolous frantic France. He shared a compartment with two other men about his age, who both sit at the window. One suddenly starts to clear his throat long time, making awful nasty noises.
Finally it feels like his throat is clean. However, he still looks like to chew at something. Unexpectedly he spits fast and hard in the direction of the other guy. His solid sputum hits the head-rest at each side at of head, only an inch from that man's ears. The first one gets up and proudly introduces himself:"My name is Jim Jones. I am a professional spitter!". The other guy nods a bit and remains quiet. Silence gets back into their part of the long train. Till the second guy starts to produce similar sounds from his gutter. He takes and bides his time, for fifteen minutes at least. Tension is building up between those three... As a lightning from clear sky, his sputum bullet his Jim Jones right at his big nose. The elegant clad gentleman gets up. "Enchanté, je m'appele Dénis Dupont. Amateur".
Professor Peter has to laugh so loud and long, he seems to get into a fit by lack of oxygen. The girls knock both hard at his back, in order to save his life. Peter wipes some sweat from his forehead and gestures towards the sexy schoolgirls in their sights there.
School is out, or at least lots of classes had last lessons of the day and in small groups those gymnasiasts leave, laughing loudly and chatting at their bicycles. Peter makes some funny comments at a few groups passing by, mainly at girls. Off guard, he asks their opinions about many of them. Much faster than on phone. "Do you think those girls still all shave their pussies? Look at their happy innocent faces. All vintage virgins still, don't you think? Whom would I prefer from those four here? That tasty tall blonde with naked long legs - would she wear a slip? Tanga perhaps, or is that already again out of fashion? I hope so for them! Best is to be without, don't you two think so? By the way, soon I'll find out if you do wear any! The lil' brunette is cute, looks like great fun in bed, giggling all the time. Oh, boy, I mean girls, I could fall in love with that coloured girl! Looks like young Venus Williams, when she was winning Wimbledons' youth title. Their headscarf girlfriend has very pretty big black eyes and fine figure, don't you agree?
Karin notices that some of them look at them and smile back at him, as if he sits there every nice warm afternoon, like today. Later, at their improvised dinner, she has a chance to check that at him. In fact, he sometimes sits only fifty meters further down his street from his front door, where a neighbour has chained a nice comfortable white wooden chair. He never saw the handsome, well-dressed black man use it himself.
He sometimes sits there for even an hour, he tells them at dinner. He reads snail-mail from his box next to the front door, or solves a cryptogram crosswords puzzle from one of his weekend newspapers. Usually armed with something to roll and smoke. A small cloth from his kitchen as a 'table'. And a can of beer with a glass, or bottle of spritzer - white wine with lots of water added - whenever it's too hot at the sunny back-side, where his apartment, excuse me, his IIEE is and his garden offers too little breeze to cool off his head.
Head hot from pondering, reading or writing erotics almost all of the time. Doing his erotics research at making eye-contact and getting smiles back from tasty teens passing by at their bicycles, clad in shorts or mini-skirts, like the ones both sexy sistas wear. He wears some as well at times. He showed them one in cut-off bluejeans-style and a soft suede lovely leather one in broken white.
The girls have hardly time to answer his tsunami of questions, remarks and cunning comments often in rhyme or alliteration. Both nod, point, gesture in order to show their opinions about those couple of hundred teens passing by our bench. After a quarter most of the flock is gone, apart from an all-girl sports team, training outside. He comments their looks, all the time speculating about their sexuality or apparent lack of it at some, who care more to be the best at the field, not qua looks or to have the shortest skirt. He calms down, rolling his second shorter stick and smokes it. A few minutes of first sudden silence. Each of them three seems to reflect quietly and ponder possibilities and probabilities of whatwill happen to them three during the next few hours at his place, annex IIEE.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
No cliffhanger - nor a clit-hanger - yet, at this erotic episode. Next installment will be up only a few hours later.
Still no sexy action, my dear readers, who wait for fornication of the two tasty sexy sistas and their professor.
However, he will have both of them, each at one of his strong long legs, for further Intimate Interviews & Inspection.
His nose tells his the same message as his intuition had: both do not wear any knickers, as those ol' Brits call them.
He is very experienced in keeping them very excited, to make sure they need only a slight touch to sexually explode.
He hotly hopes - his sexy secret - that both will wet his pants in coming harder than they might have expected at him!
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