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Geneva School for Girls Ch. 02

"I can't wait for tonight, Daddy."

Hedge fund founder Chris Hart looked down at his 18-year-old daughter sitting beside him, the warmth of her whispered comment tickling his ear. He saw his daughter catch his eyes as they flicked from her pretty face to her prominent bustline. She purposely took a deep breath, causing her ample breasts to teasingly fill out the front of her school uniform blouse. Those tits looked so big and soft as they stretched the white cotton blouse taut, but then, Gabby had always been on the verge of being 'chubby'. Not 'chubby' in a gross way, but chubby in a way that made you want to reach out and get your hands on her lush soft body. When she was a little thing, that little bit of chubbiness had made her look cute and adorable. Now, it made her look dead sexy, especially for an older man who fancied sweet young things. And his daughter was definitely a sweet young thing. She was slightly over five feet tall, and with that trace of baby-fat on her robust little form, she was more than any wickedly attentive father could ever ask for.

Hart looked his daughter up and down, a knowing smile coming over his face as he looked at that pretty face and vivacious little body he'd become all too familiar with lately. His daughter's shiny brunette locks were pulled back in a ponytail, accentuating her plump cheeks and button nose. Her big brown doe-like eyes looked up at him adoringly, and he couldn't help but smile. That mouth of hers, that sinfully sweet and deliciously hot mouth was a thing of beauty. It was a wide mouth, perfect for making a nice round opening when necessary. And her lips, those plump, velvety-soft petals of sin were just made for...

Gabby shifted on the couch as a noise came from behind the office door across from them, snapping Hart out of his trance-like state. It was only the third week of Gabby's first year at the Geneva School for Girls, and yet he'd already been called in for an emergency parent/teacher conference. Professor John Davis had been the one who'd summoned him, and he wouldn't say what it was all about, but Hart really didn't care. The reason—over the summer, he began fucking his loving daughter. He'd missed her sweet pussy these last few weeks. He'd received permission from the school to take her off campus tonight for what he'd informed them would be an innocent father/daughter dinner, when what he'd really be doing was taking her back to his hotel suite for three hours of delicious fucking. He thought of it as a wonderful present from fate on what was his 42nd birthday.

Hart smiled as he looked over at his daughter, both of them sitting on a luxurious tan leather couch in the hallway outside the professors' offices. Both he and Gabby looked up as the door to Professor Davis's opened. Hart hadn't known what to expect from the professor, but what he saw before him was a craggy-looking but fit man of about 65.

"Mr. Hart, thank you so much for coming," Davis said as he reached forward as Mr. Hart rose from the couch, the two men shaking hands.

"No problem, Professor. I'm happy to be here," Hart replied, still wondering what this was all about.

As Gabby started to rise as well, the bespectacled professor put the open palm of his hand towards her. "Gabby, if you could just wait here right now, it's best if I speak to your father alone for a few minutes."

"Certainly, Professor." Gabby settled back down into the couch, but as the men turned to go into the professor's office, she quickly reached out and gave her father's hand a quick squeeze. He turned and gave her a little wink before following the professor.

Once inside, the aging professor closed the door and gestured to the two plush leather guest chairs facing his large desk. "Please, Mr. Hart, have a seat...have a seat."

"Thank you very much. This is a beautiful office you have here," Hart said as he settled himself in the seat and looked around, impressed by the aged look of pure academia that the man's office had. Rich wood panelling, shelves stacked with books and curios, tasteful art on the walls. It was this kind of thing that had sealed Hart's choice of the Geneva School for Girls for Gabby's continuing education. It had been both the look and atmosphere of the school as well as the glowing testimonials from some of the world's wealthiest families that had cinched the decision for Hart.

A fellow CEO of an esteemed Wall Street firm had told Hart that his daughter had attended the school a few years previous. He said his daughter had loved it, loved the personalized care the school took when it came to educating its students. The man went on to say that his daughter was currently engaged to a man who owned a number of Swiss banking institutions. Hart's friend said he was thrilled, not only with the education his daughter had received here, but how her life was working out for her, even if the man she was engaged to was considerably older. He knew his daughter would be well-cared for, and live in the style to which she'd become accustomed. Apparently the Swiss banker's first wife had died some time previously, a victim of a bizarre boating accident of some kind, but now he was ready to take on a new spouse. Hart's friend's daughter had met the man through a meeting personally arranged by Headmaster Walker. Hart's friend had been both surprised, and overjoyed, that the Headmaster himself had been the one responsible in setting his daughter on such a wonderful path for her future life once she'd graduated from the school. He couldn't say enough good things about the school, and when their conversation ended, Hart knew exactly what he had to do.

Hart immediately requested a person meeting with Headmaster Walker, who insisted that Gabby attend so that he could meet his potential student in person. Hart's private jet had whisked both he and his daughter to Geneva. The meeting had gone better than Hart expected, and was followed by Headmaster Walker requesting a one-hour personal interview with Gabby, in private. Gabby emerged from the headmaster's office flushed and excited, and while Hart wrote out a check, Headmaster Walker signed the approval letter for Gabby's admission request on the spot.

Hart's wandering thoughts were brought back to the present as the professor responded to his comment about the man's office.

"Thank you. Yes, Headmaster Walker does provide for us very nicely," Davis replied, nodding as his gaze followed Hart's around the room.

Hart turned back to the professor, his thoughts more on what he wanted to do in that hotel suite with his daughter than what the professor might have to say. Had she skipped a class? Not worn the proper uniform? Had a disagreement with another girl? Whatever it was, he wanted to get it dealt with so he could get his daughter away from here and into his bed as soon as possible.

"Professor Davis, I think you can appreciate that I'm a busy man. I'm wondering exact—"

The professor held up his hand, using the same 'STOP' gesture he'd used when Gabby was about to get off the couch. "I realize what an imposition it must be to make time in your schedule to come here on short notice, but I wouldn't have called you here unless it was a matter of the utmost importance."

The professor really had Hart's interest now. Hart wondered if Gabby was in more serious trouble. Could drugs somehow be involved? She'd never gone anywhere near anything like that in her entire life, as far as he knew anyway. But who really knew everything their child did, especially when that child was now living away from home. "What is it? What's happened? Is Gabby in some sort of trouble?"

The professor looked calm, now that Hart was listening intently. "The answer to that question is both 'yes', and 'no'." He saw the anxious look on the hedge fund founder's face. "Don't be alarmed, Mr. Hart. Your daughter's not in any immediate danger. It's nothing like that. She's very safe here."

Hart held up both of his hands questioningly. "Then what is it? What's the problem?"

"Mr. Hart, I'm going to need to speak frankly with you. Would that be all right?"

"Of course."

The professor sat forward in his chair, steepling his hands before him as he rested his elbows on his desk. Hart saw what looked like a dark cloud cross over the old man's craggy features. "I'm afraid I have to inform you of a various serious matter that's come to my attention."

"Serious matter?"

"Yes, sir. I personally overheard Gabby speaking with two of her classmates. Apparently they'd been telling each other how they'd spent their summers. When it came to Gabby's turn, I heard her tell the other girls, very boastfully mind you, that she'd, in her words, 'spent the summer fucking her father'."

Hart felt his blood pressure sky-rocket as his heart started racing in his chest. "What the fuck had his daughter been thinking?" he thought to himself.

"Mr. Hart, I have to tell you that here at this school we have a very strict policy on reporting alleged incest, and so I thought it was best if I contacted you immediately so this issue can be addressed in the most expeditious fashion for everyone involved. Of course, the school's immediate concern is Gabby's wellbeing."

Calming himself, Hart steadied his voice and spoke, as if he was speaking at a shareholder's meeting, his voice smooth and full of confidence. "I agree with you wholeheartedly, Professor, and understand completely the school's position on an important matter such as this." He paused and looked the professor in the eye before he shook his head as he let out a derisive chuckle. "But seriously, sir, you believed what she was saying?" He waved his hand in the air. "I have no idea where she would have come up with something like that, but it must have just been some kind of joke with her friends. It sounds like some kind of misguided school girl prank to me. Pure nonsense."

Hart was happy to see the professor nod in agreement, but he wasn't so happy after what the professor had to say next.

"Yes, that was my first inclination as well, until Gabby said something else. She told the girls that, again I'm quoting her exact words, 'her father's erect cock is exactly nine and three-quarters inches long'. She told her friends that she'd actually measured it herself. I wonder how the authorities would feel if they were given that type of precise information?"

Hart almost snapped back in his seat, but tried to keep his face as calm as possible. "Well, that's just ridiculous. Like I said, she's just making things up to have some kind of joke with her friends. Girls will be girls. Maybe she even knew you were listening. You know, playing a joke on you at the same time."

"And what about the fact that she said her father has a 'cute little birth mark near the base of his cock where he shaves his pubes. A birth mark shaped like a heart'." The professor paused as he looked over at Hart, who sat across from him, stunned into silence, his face beet red. "I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Hart, but we could possibly straighten this matter out right now if you'd be willing to drop your trousers for a moment so we can verify that the words I heard Gabby speak have no merit."

Hart looked at the older man sitting across from him, knowing he was fucked. Fucked but good. He was rendered speechless, knowing there was no way out for him, and his daughter, at this point.

Professor Davis could see the defeat in Mr. Hart's eyes, and rather than sit and wait for the man to speak, he decided to break the icy tension in the air. "Mr. Hart, I'm not here to make trouble for you, or your daughter." He made a palm down calming motion with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of his guest's anxiety. "As I said, we here at the school want to ensure Gabby's wellbeing as the number one priority in this matter."

"I...I appreciate that." Hart was finally able to mumble out some words, his mind racing for a way out of this, but coming up empty.

"Sir, as I mentioned, the school has a very strict policy regarding something like this, but I will tell you, when Gabby was speaking those words, it was apparent to me that she wasn't confiding some dark twisted secret of abuse. No, she was clearing boasting about it, about how much she liked it. How much she liked having sex with her father." The professor paused, seeing a new brightness in Mr. Hart's eyes as he continued to sweat. "I think it's quite possible that if we reach some form of agreement, I might be able to forget about this matter entirely."

"So there it is," Hart thought as he looked across at the craggy old man behind the desk. It was as a simple as that, a simple case of blackmail. He looked at the gray-haired man with the wrinkled suit and plastic-framed glasses, wondering how much he made per year as a professor. It was nowhere near the astronomical figure that Hart was worth, and both of them knew it. Thoroughly defeated, but now knowing what his adversary wanted, Hart spoke. "Okay. How much will it take to keep this quiet? I can write you a check right here on the spot."

The professor held his hands up, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "I apologize if I've confused you, Mr. Hart. I don't want a dime."

Hart looked across at the older man, totally confused. "Then what do you want? A new wing put on the school? A new library? Just tell me what you want and I'll take care of it."

"Nothing like that. Headmaster Walker has taken care of all the resources we need here."

"Then what is it? You must want something, otherwise you wouldn't have called me in here to go through this whole song and dance."

The professor slowly nodded, once again steepling his fingers in front of him as he looked over at the exasperated Mr. Hart. "There is one thing. Based on how I heard young Gabby telling her friends how much she loved...well... 'getting fucked by my father' were her exact words...well, I thought that during this school year, while she's living here and away from home, I could perhaps fill in for you in that capacity."

Stunned by what he was hearing, Hart stared across at the older man before him, not believing his ears.

The professor, seeing the perplexed look on the man's face, continued. "It's obvious from what your young Gabby was saying, that she appreciates the attention of an older man. And since that's what she seems to enjoy, I thought I could help see to her wellbeing and state of mind while she's here, away from home, and out from under your, shall we say, 'tender personal care'."

Hart felt himself steaming inside, wondering how this wizened old bastard could talk to him like that. "Are you fucking kidding me?" What kind of sick fuck are you?"

"I think this would be the appropriate time to use the old expression, 'that's the pot calling the kettle black', don't you think, Mr. Hart? Of course, as I said, we can always discuss this situation with the authorities. Who knows, perhaps they'll take a different view of the things you've done with your daughter."

Resigned and knowing this was a fight he couldn't win, Hart shook his head before pointing his finger right at the old professor. "All right then. But if I ever hear of you mistreating her, I promise you I'll make it so you never fuck anybody again in your entire life. Do you understand that, SIR?"

The tone of Hart's words spoke volumes, and the professor graciously nodded, although inside, he was feeling indignant that the man would even think he might do the girl harm. "Of course, I wouldn't even think of mistreating such a sweet young thing. I think it goes without saying that that will never happen. I promise you, sir, I will personally ensure Gabby's safety and wellbeing while under my care."

Burning inside, but knowing he was defeated, Hart could only shake his head.

The professor held up his hands questioningly. "Then do we have an agreement, Mr. Hart? I will keep your personal relationship with your daughter a matter of the utmost confidence, just between the two of us, but in the meantime, Gabby and I will become, shall we say, intimate friends?"

Resigned to his fate, Hart reluctantly nodded. He noticed that the dark cloud that had appeared on the professor's face earlier had vanished. It was all sunny days now.

"I can imagine how difficult this is for you, Mr. Hart, and in appreciation of your kindness in agreeing to this proposal, I will respect your wishes if there is anything in relation to Gabby that I should treat as being 'off limits', as they say?"

Hart looked the man dead in the eye before answering. "Her ass. Her ass is totally off limits. I've been saving it for a special occasion."

The professor nodded as a knowing smile crossed his face. "That's perfectly understandable, Mr. Hart, and I will respect your wishes. Rest assured, you will be the one to go through her 'back door' for the first time, you might say. Now, as a token of good faith, and to allay your fears that I might mistreat or harm your daughter in any way, I invite you to 'chaperone' the first encounter between Gabby and myself."

"Chaperone?" Hart responded, wondering if his ears were deceiving him. The sick bastard really expected him to stay and watch the old geezer fuck his daughter?

"Yes. I'd like to get started right away, and while you're here, you can stay and make sure things proceed as you'd like. Of course, we could always call the whole thing off and contact the author—"

"All right, all right," Hart said, waving his hand in the air. "Fine. Let's just get it over with."

The professor went to the door and summoned Gabby to join them. Hart noticed that the man deftly threw the lock after closing the door behind her. He did have to admit his daughter looked adorable in her school uniform, the crisp white shirt and pleated skirt making her look teasingly innocent. But at the same time, as he'd thought earlier while sitting next to her on the couch, those huge tits of hers made her look like every man's wet dream of the ideal school girl, one who would satisfy every perverse whim the man had, and still want more.

The young girl looked from the professor to her father, an innocent smile on her face. The stern look on her father's face turned that smile upside down in seconds. "What is it, Daddy? Did I do something wrong?"

Hart was on the verge of huffing and puffing, but calmed himself enough to speak without raising his voice. "Gabby, you've put us—especially me—in a very difficult situation."

"What, what did I do?" the busty young girl asked, her hands crossed over her sumptuous chest defensively.

"You told a couple of friends here what's happening between us."

With her face quickly turning to scarlet, Gabby's eyes flicked over to the professor before looking back at her father. "I...I never. I don't understand what you mean."

"Just stop, Gabby," her father said, putting the palm of his hand towards her. "The professor overheard exactly what you said to your friends. And there are certain things you told them that we can't deny."

The girl was starting to tear up as she looked guiltily between her father and the professor, who remained stoically silent. Her father continued. "Gabby, I could go to prison for this. They'd take you away from me and we'd never see each other again."

A tear slid down her cheek. "I didn't think—"

"OBVIOUSLY YOU DIDN'T THINK," Hart unconsciously burst out, unable to control his rising voice. He shocked even himself. He took a deep breath and then nodded towards the old man behind the desk. "Be that as it may, there's nothing we can do about that now. The professor and I have been talking, and he's being more than generous by deciding that he's not going to get the authorities involved." Hart looked over at the professor, who gave a simple nod. "The professor and I have reached an agreement regarding this matter."
Again, Gabby looked from one man to the other, noticing that the professor was looking her up and down hungrily. She'd seen that look in the eyes of boys, and men, before, and she knew exactly what it meant. Her father looked at her that way now too, and she liked that look from him best of all. "What sort of agreement, Daddy?"

Hart coughed to clear his throat before continuing. "While you're here at this school, the professor is going to continue teaching you some of the things I've been teaching you over the summer."

Gabby's eyes flew wide open as she realized what her father was saying. "You mean...the professor?" She pointed at the grizzled older man. "You mean the professor and I are going to..."

Hart nodded. "That's right, Gabby. To put it bluntly, the professor is going to fuck you whenever he wants."

"But Daddy, NO!" Gabby all but shrieked. "I...I only want to be with you that way."

The rich man had to grit his teeth. His heart went out to his daughter, while at the same time he was seething with anger over the predicament her careless words had put them in. "I'm sorry, Gabby, but you should have thought of that earlier before you let your mouth run off with your friends. We don't have any choice. Would you rather see me go to jail?"

The girl shook her head vehemently. "No, of course not."

"Well then this is the way it's going to be. Basically, the professor here is going to take my place when it comes to what you and I have been doing over these last few months." He paused, letting his words sink into the girl's spinning mind. "Now, I need you to do this for us, Gabby...for me. Like I said, I could go to prison for a long, long time. Can I count on you to hold up our side of the agreement with Professor Davis?" Again, Hart looked over at the professor, who gave another gentle nod of understanding.

"I...I guess," Gabby uttered, her voice quivering.

"You guess?"

"Yes sir. I will." Gabby looked over at her father, her eyes echoing the pain she was feeling inside.

"All right, then. That's better. The professor is suggesting that the two of you get started immediately." Gabby looked at her father, her eyes opening wide. "Don't worry, I'm going to stay right here. The professor promised me that he wouldn't hurt you, and he suggested that I 'chaperone' your first encounter to ensure he stays true to his word. Don't worry, Gabby, you'll be fine. I'll see to it." He gave the professor a look that told him he hadn't been fucking around when he said he'd see to it he'd never fuck again if he abused his daughter in any way.

"Besides asking me to do this, will YOU be punishing me, Daddy?"

Hart waved his hand in her direction. "That can wait." He gestured towards the older man sitting across from him. "Now, go do as Professor Davis says."

Gabby slowly walked around the desk as the professor swivelled his seat sideways. She stopped when she was standing right in front of him.

With a kind, yet firm, voice, the professor gave her his first instruction. "Take off your blouse and bra, Gabby." The young girl hesitated as she looked over at her father. "Your father can't help you now, young lady. You heard what he said about what could happen if the authorities get involved."

"Pleeeease, Daddy," Gabby begged, her eyes filling with tears once more.

"Do as he says," Hart responded without hesitation. He found it both intriguing and disturbing that he'd answered her pleading request immediately in the way that he did. He realized that once he'd allowed his mind to accept what was going to happen to his daughter, he had no reluctance when it came to ordering her to be taken by the older man. For some reason, he found the idea of his sweet young thing fucking the old codger perversely arousing. He just hoped the old guy didn't have a heart attack while his cock was buried inside her.

Resigning herself to what was about to happen, and realizing she had to do whatever was necessary to please her father, and keep him out of jail, Gabby reached up and undid her blouse. She noticed both men locking their eyes on her chest as she undid the buttons and her big boobs started to come into view. She undid the last button of her blouse, peeled it off and set it on the professor's desk.

"Splendid," the professor said, his eye's feasting on her bra-encased tits. She looked down herself at her frilly white bra. It was one her father had gotten her from Victoria's Secret. It was wickedly sexy and yet delicately feminine at the same time. The lace-trimmed cups barely covered her nipples, giving a sinfully teasing view of her greatest attribute. The bra was heavily reinforced, the structural support absolutely necessary to carry the sizable load. The slender straps over her shoulders were stretched as taut as bridge cables, evidence of the heaviness they were carrying. Her cleavage was deep, dark, and sinfully enticing.

"Now the bra," the professor said, gesturing to Gabby to continue undressing.

Knowing there is no way out for her, Gabby reached behind her back and undid her bra. She drew it forward, the straps sliding down her arms and off. She placed it on top of her blouse on the desk. Dressed only in her pleated school skirt, white knee socks, and black patent Mary Janes, she faced the professor, standing with her massive tits on full display in front of the seated instructor.

"Come here, girl," the older man said as he sat forward on the edge of his chair.

Gabby did as she was told, her boobs wobbling teasingly as she took a couple of steps forward and stood between his spread thighs.

"They're perfect," Professor Davis muttered before leaning forward and slipping his lips over one protruding nipple. As he started to suck at the sweet red bud, his wrinkled hands came up to cup her huge tits. He pressed the heavy orbs together, further pushing the stiffening nipple into his mouth. After working on one nipple for a couple of minutes, he switched to the other, his lips and tongue working over the sensitive button salaciously.

"Nnnffff..." Unable to control herself, Gabby gave off an unintelligible moan. The professor's mouth felt wonderful on her boobs, his mature tongue lashing teasingly over her sensitive young flesh. Almost unconsciously, she slid her hands around to the back of his head and into his wiry gray hair. She pulled him closer to her chest, her heaving breasts wanting more attention from his experienced hands and mouth.

As Mr. Hart watched, the professor groped and suckled at his daughter's mammoth tits for close to fifteen minutes. Hart felt himself getting strangely aroused as he watched, fascinated by the old man's face pressed against his teenage daughter's soft young tit-flesh. Finally, the old man sat back, admiring the girl's voluminous breasts, her pink skin glistening with his saliva. Hart watched as the man got to his feet, the front of his trousers tented obscenely.

"What the fuck?" Hart thought to himself, his eyes focussing in on the enormous protuberance. He saw his daughter look down at the old man's crotch as well, her eyes opening wide.

Gabby felt the professor's hands push down on her shoulders as she looked at his tented-out crotch. Without a word being said, and mesmerized by that gigantic bulge, she willingly dropped to her knees.

"Take off my pants."

The words came from above her and, as if in a trance, Gabby reached forward and silently undid the man's belt and opened his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. His cock was at full-mast, tenting out his boxers obscenely.

"You're as big as my dad," Gabby said, finally able to pull her eyes away from the professor's cock and look up at his weathered old face.

"You're a lucky girl to have a father as big as me," the professor said, a smile on his face.

Feeling herself starting to salivate, Gabby reached for the waistband of his underwear and drew those down as well, his huge gnarled cock unfurling and rising up before him.

"Fuck me!" Mr. Hart muttered to himself as he gazed at the old man's cock rearing up in front of his daughter's face. "The guy's hung like a fucking horse!" As those thoughts went through his head, he saw his daughter's tongue slip out and circle around her lips unconsciously, her eyes never leaving the drooling head of the gigantic cock before her. It was bobbing up and down slowly with each beat of the old man's heart, the big mushroom head engorged with blood. Hart thought the man's cock looked like a deadly club, capable of doing severe damage. Hart had thought he himself was well-hung, but even he had to admit that this old bastard had him beat, both in length, and girth.

"That's all for you, sweetheart," the professor said, flashing Gabby's father a quick smile before turning his attention back to the eager young girl kneeling before him. "Go ahead, take it in your mouth. I want you to keep sucking until I feed you a nice big load. And then we'll move on to something else after that."

Again, Mr. Hart felt himself getting almost dizzy as he listened to the old man's words. Was this geezer really good for more than one load?

Gabby opened her mouth wide and slid her lips over the old man's prodigious member. It felt sinfully hot as the broad flared head slid between her parted lips. Her tongue moved over the pebbly glans, coating it with her slippery saliva. When her lips slipped over the pronounced ridge, she gave a little purr of pleasure, and then started bobbing her head up and down, just like her daddy had taught her.

Hart looked on as his daughter slavishly worshipped the professor's cock. He thought he would be angry, but he felt strangely aroused. Gabby was sucking the old man's cock as enthusiastically as she'd sucked his, maybe even more so. That was one of the things he loved most about her, her eagerness to please when it came to anything related to sex. Not only did she have a killer body that any man would crave, but her attitude and curiosity when it came to fucking and sucking was right off the charts. Right now, Hart could see that enthusiasm in the way she was slobbering and groaning deep in her throat as she bobbed up and down on the professor's huge prick. Her gob was slithering down the throbbing prick in silvery rivulets, hanging off the underside of that girthy cock obscenely.

Knowing firsthand how luxurious those sweet young lips feel on your cock, Hart knew exactly how the professor must be feeling. And watching his daughter suck on that enormous rod like a cheap whore, he found himself quickly getting hard. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way, but seeing his daughter go after that old man's cock like she'd never get enough had the blood rushing to Hart's stiffening prick. Unable to control what he was feeling, he unzipped his pants and fished out his swelling member. He wrapped his hand around it in a warm loving corridor and started stroking back and forth, precum oozing from the glistening eye at the tip. He saw the professor glance his way with a knowing smile as he continued to watch his sweet young daughter blow the man, a man who was old enough to be her grandfather. It made Hart think of his own father, Gabby's grandfather, and wondered how she'd feel about blowing him. For some reason, he knew she'd love it. The thought of that made his prick throb even harder.

"That's the way, girl," the professor said as he took Gabby's head in his hands. Guiding her head up and down, he picked up the pace. "I'm close, sweetheart. I'm going to give you a nice big mouthful pretty soon. Just keep...yeah...just like...OH YEAH...HERE YOU GO..."

And with that, the old man started flooding Gabby's mouth. She felt a huge rope shoot deep into her sucking mouth, the feel of that masculine spunk hitting the back of her mouth making her teenage pussy cream sinfully. She kept sucking, and the old man kept shooting, splashing her tonsils with shot after shot of cum. She swallowed, but she couldn't keep up, some of the milky seed leaking from the corners of her stretched lips. He kept coming, his sizzling spunk pooling nastily on the back of her tongue. As the creamy jizz settled on her taste buds, she almost swooned as the masculine flavor of his semen warmed her senses. She swallowed again, and as the professor's prick slowed its spewing assault, she pulled her mouth off the throbbing dick and went after the precious gobs of seed that had seeped out from the corners of her mouth. She licked up the pearly strands of semen clinging to the underside of the veiny shaft, slurping them up noisily before she swallowed again, loving the feeling of the gooey cock-honey sliding down her throat. When she was finished, she sat back on her heels and looked up at the professor with adoring eyes.

"I think we've had an effect on your father, Gabby."

She turned to see her father fisting his thick cock. "Daddy!!" Gabby exclaimed, her eyes gleaming as she watched her father pound away at his rearing dick.

"You know I can't help myself, princess," Hart said as he continued to blatantly whack off, his eyes feasting on his daughter's huge tits and cum-soaked lips.

"I think you need to take care of that, don't you, Gabby?"

Gabby looked up to see a knowing smile on the professor's face as he nodded towards her father. "Yes sir," she replied. With her heart racing with excitement, she scooted from one side of the desk to the other, sliding her mouth down over her father's thrusting cock. She mewed like a kitten with a bowl of warm milk as she willingly accepted the now-familiar cock into the deep recesses of her young mouth.

Professor Davis looked over at the hedge fund founder and his young daughter, the pretty young thing kneeling between her father's spread thighs, her head bobbing rhythmically up and down. She was bathing the cock that had made her with her flowing spittle, worshipping that glistening slab of flesh with the utmost devotion as she bobbed up and down. The professor realized he was witnessing a very special moment, a moment shared by very few, a moment when a daughter was showing her unconditional love for her father in the most intimate way possible. The old man found the touching incestuous scene illicitly exciting. He reached down and started to stroke his recently-spent cock. Watching the lurid action happening before him, it wasn't long before the blood started pouring back into his sizable prick.

Hart let his daughter work on his cock for a few minutes, luxuriating in the delicious sensations that hot young mouth of hers was bringing to him. He looked over at the old man on the other side of the desk, noticing, with surprise, that the old man was once again hard as a rock. A lurid idea popped into his head. "Look at that, Gabby, you've gone and gotten the professor hard again. I think you need to handle both of us at once."

Gabby slipped her lips off her father's rearing prick and looked over at the professor. He was watching her, a perverse look in his eyes and an obscene smile on his face as he continued to stroke that mighty cock of his. She turned back to her father, confused by what to do.

"Don't worry, baby girl," her father said as he gave her a calming nod. "The professor and I will show you how it's done."

As her father stood up and helped her to her feet, she turned as the professor said, "Gabby, this is a night you'll remember for the rest of your life. You're a big girl now."

Gabby felt her father's hands on her as he pushed her against the edge of the professor's desk. "Lean over the desk and suck that big cock, baby."

Gabby did as she was told, leaning over the desk as the professor moved closer, feeding the big flared head of his cock right back into her eagerly-waiting mouth. Gabby felt her father flip her pleated skirt up over her back, exposing her white panties from behind.

"We won't be needing these anymore," she heard her father say as he drew her panties down. She lifted each foot in turn as he pulled off the soaked piece of white cotton and brought it to his face. He inhaled deeply, feeling the intoxicating scent of young cunt settling wickedly on his senses. He tossed the panties across to the professor, who did the same. With his daughter's lips working on the old man's thrusting prick, Hart watched the professor turn the panties inside out and run his tongue over the cunt-soaked fabric before stuffing the panties right into his mouth. An obscene wet sucking sound filled the room. It made Hart's own cock twitch even more as he watched the lurid act.

Gabby felt her father move close and slide his big prick into her dripping pussy. She felt him set his feet firmly, and then he slammed it home, making her groan loudly, even with her mouth full of old man cock. Her father leaned over her, his fingers sliding beneath her bent-over form as he filled his hands with her big tits. The professor had a hold of her head now, working her avidly-sucking mouth back and forth on his throbbing dick.

Hart looked up at the older man, who had now spit out the panties onto his desktop. He knew he and the professor were sharing a unique and special experience, spit-roasting his daughter like some cheap slut. And Hart was loving every illicit second of it. Hart once again pictured his own father in the professor's place, both of them working over young Gabby from each end. The thought of his own gray-haired father fucking his little girl's face while his own cock was hammering her sweet young cunt was turning him on even more.

Hart looked over at the professor, who acknowledged his gaze with a nod. Both men seemed to feed on each other's wanton desires, both of them picking up the pace as they gave it to Gabby for all they were worth. Nasty wet sounds filled the room as they continued to pound away at two of her willing holes.

Gabby realized that both men were using her to satisfy their own lustful desires, without a thought for her own pleasure. It didn't matter, she loved it. She loved the older men being in charge, making use of her in any way they wanted. She loved them doing it to her, fucking her and making use of her mouth and pussy as much, or as hard, as they wanted. Her own pleasure level was soaring and as her father slammed his prick in to the hilt one more time, she climaxed under the assault of his energetic fucking.

"UGGHGLLUGGG..." She moaned like an animal in heat as she came, her body thrashing about as the two men kept working her over. They were relentless as she twitched and shook, sliding their rigid pricks in and out of her pussy and sucking mouth. She came for a long time, but they never let up with their twin-pronged assault, mercilessly pummelling her mouth and gushing cunt.

"Let's change positions," she heard her father say from behind her.

The professor pulled his cock out of her mouth with an audible "POP" as she stayed there gasping, her lips pursed forward, wanting that huge prick back between her lips. The old man stepped around the desk and sat on the couch, his horse-like cock rearing up between his legs.

"Ride that fucking cock," her father said as he pulled his own throbbing boner out of her slippery twat.

Still wearing her pleated skirt, white socks, and Mary Janes, Gabby faced the older man and straddled him. With her knees on either side of his legs, she lifted her little skirt and mounted his thrusting erection, feeling her young pussy-lips stretch out over the enormous crown. She wriggled herself into just the right position and then, taking a deep breath, lowered herself onto the monstrous cock.

"OHHGG FFFFUCCCKKKKK..." A low-throated moan escaped Gabby's lips as she sunk down on the old man's cunt-stretching cock, all the way until her soft pink pussy-lips were pressed into his grizzled abdomen. With the thick cock buried inside her, she wriggled her curvy bum, making sure she had every last inch way up inside her.
Hart watched his daughter's head tip back as she surrendered to the delightful sensations the immense cock was bringing her. The professor reached forward, filling his hands with Gabby's big soft breasts, his bony fingers looking salaciously wicked as they squeezed and hefted those massive orbs.

"Got any lube?" Hart asked, his eyes meeting the professor's.

"Top drawer," the old man answered as he nodded towards an end table next to the couch. "Help yourself."

Gabby started to ride the thick cock inside her, moving slowly up and down as she watched her father reach into the drawer and pull out a plastic tube. Confused as to what was going to happen, she sank back down on the professor's thrusting erection. Just as she was rising for the next go-round, she felt her father's fingers slide into her crack. She stopped moving as her father's thick finger found her asshole. She shivered as he spread the sticky goo all around her tender little hole. He wriggled his finger as he pressed the greasy tip against her, pushing his thick digit right inside her.

"Aaahh," she gasped, unsure of the strange feeling as his finger started to slide back and forth in her tight little bumhole, finally realizing what he intended.

"Time for your punishment, Gabby," her father said from behind her.

"Daddy, no! Please!" she begged as she twisted her head to look over her shoulder.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but you've got to learn to keep your mouth shut." As his daughter fearfully started to pull away, Hart looked past her to the professor. "Hold her."

The professor grabbed Gabby around the waist and held her firmly, pressing her hips down hard until his immense cock was buried to the hilt inside her once more. He held her still, loving the feel of that hot tight cunt gripping his hard old cock like a buttery fist. He felt like she could just sit there and wriggle around all day and he'd fill that hot young cunt with load after load of cum, give her enough of the stuff that it would be running out of her for a week. "This is a very special occasion, Gabby," he said. He gave Hart a big smile as he echoed a phrase he'd used earlier that evening. He watched over the girl's shoulder as her father knelt behind her. He couldn't see clearly, but he could feel the blunt head of the other man's prick bump up against her asshole, mere millimeters away from his own cock buried inside her steaming little box.

"OHHH FFFUCCCGGGGG..." Professor Davis heard the sweet young girl gasp out as her father started to penetrate her cherry asshole. She was starting to squirm like a wild thing, wanting to get away, but he held her tight, making her take every last inch of her father's big prick into her virginal chute at the same time as he kept her furnace-like pussy crammed full with over 10" of hard mature cock.

The professor looked up, seeing the look of pure ecstasy on Hart's face as he went deeper, impaling his daughter with the fleshy stake between his legs, as if crucifying her. The professor looked up at the girl's face before him as she moaned and groaned, the discomfort crossing over her pretty features in stark contrast to the look of bliss on her father's face. He could feel Hart going further, drilling deep into her rectum, separated from her pussy and his own thick cock by the thinnest of barriers. A minute later, the professor felt Hart's balls bump up against his own, both of their huge cocks buried inside the sweet young teenager.

"Oh fuck, yeah. That ass is tighter and hotter than I thought it would be," Hart said as he rolled his hips, stirring his daughter's guts like a batch of wet cement. He looked over her shoulder at the old man. "C'mon, professor, let's really give it to her."

With a nod from the professor, both men started drawing their pricks backwards as Davis lifted her hips at the same time. With just the bloated heads of their cocks caught teasingly at the openings of her two stretched holes, the professor pushed her down vigorously, totally impaling her on the dueling cocks.

"OHH GGGODDDDDDDD..." Gabby moaned loudly as the two huge pricks threatened to split her in two.

But her moan of complaint was lost on the two older men, one her father, the other old enough to be her grandfather. They started to fuck her two willing holes with a vengeance, driving their rigid erections deep into her hot little body. They quickly got into a smooth rhythm, both bottoming out with every long-dicking thrust. Lewd wet slapping sounds echoed in the room, matched only by Gabby's deep-throated groans of discomfort.

They hadn't been going at it for more than a few minutes before her groans of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Gabby's virginal bum had quickly gotten used to the long thick invader, her father's cock rubbing over those tender tissues lining her tight little chute. It was a strange, yet wonderful, feeling that was happening inside her. He was filling that hot channel with his massive cock, just like the professor was doing to her pussy. Her mind was spinning at the thought that she was being reamed by over twenty inches of rock hard cock, cocks belonging to mature older men who knew how to fuck. And boy, were they fucking her!

Gabby surrendered herself to the delicious sensations coursing through her. She started to push back, getting into the savage rhythm as they fucked her hard and deep.

The professor silently nodded to Hart as he released the girl's hips, letting her take control as she started to ride up and down on the twin cocks, thrashing this way and that like a bucking bronco, making sure she got every last inch of both cocks inside her. He reached up and filled his hands with her bouncing tits, groping those massive guns as her thick nipples thrust proudly towards his face.

"FFFUCCCCKKK MMMMEEEEEE..." Gabby wailed as she started to come. She gasped out loud and her eyes rolled back in her head as an intense climax started way up inside her and shot like a bolt of lightning to every nerve ending of her body. The two men kept pounding their cocks deep into her willing holes, slamming their groins up against her teenage body as she twitched and convulsed spastically. She seemed on the verge of having a seizure, but the men could see a euphoric look of rapture on her face as she rode out her orgasm, spraying her fragrant juices all over the professor.

When her spine-tingling climax finally started to wane, she was surprised when her father pulled out of her. Her back door reluctantly closed, wanting more of the new delights she's just experienced.

"Get on your knees on the couch, baby," her father said.

Gabby felt the professor lift her up, his surging prick leaving her steaming cunt empty and beckoning for more. The older man slid out from under her and she turned to face them as she kneeled on the couch, still wearing the bottom half of her uniform.

Hart loved the way his daughter looked. Her big tits were wobbling teasingly as she shifted about on her knees. Her nipples were puffy, swollen, and looked stiff as bullets. Her full lips were wet and parted as she gasped wantonly. With the professor right beside him, both men moved close to her, their hands wrapped around their huge cocks. They'd both been close to coming when they'd been fucking her, and looking at that incredible body and that sweet innocent face, Hart felt the boiling semen inside him rush up the shaft of his cock.

"Look right this way, baby," Hart said as he reached out with one hand and gripped his daughter's head firmly. With his other hand flying vigorously back and forth along his throbbing erection, he held her head just where he wanted it as he started to go off. A long white rope jettisoned forth, blasting forcefully against her face. A second thick ribbon followed that one, splattering against her smooth young skin with a nasty 'SPLAT' sound.

"Oh yeah, that's it," the professor said as he started to come as well. Hart turned his daughter's face towards the professor as the old man started to come, a rifle shot of spunk hitting her right on the forehead and running down her face. More volleys of thick old man cum spewed forth as he totally flooded the young girl's face.

"Take it all," Hart groaned as he continued to shoot as well, both of them making an absolute mess of his daughter's pretty face. Both men kept coming, ribbons and gobs of warm creamy cum raining down on the girl's soft young skin. Both of them totally unloaded, covering nearly every square inch of her face with their semen.

Gabby was loving what they were doing to her. She felt as if they were branding her, marking her as their own personal territory as they covered her with their cum. She felt giddy, but at the same time she felt herself dizzy with excitement. She shot her hand beneath her skirt and shoved her fingers deep into her drooling cunt, rubbing feverishly as she sought to scratch the needy itch way up inside her. She started to climax again as they continued pasting her face, the warm thick seed feeling heavenly on her skin.

As the delicious sensations within him started to dwindle, Hart watched as his daughter continued to twitch and shake. Her eyes were closed beneath the layer of cum that all but obliterated her features. He'd come more than he'd ever come before, and when he looked down at his little girl, he could have sworn that five men had just come on her face, not just two.

"May I?" Hart asked as he turned to the professor and nodded towards Gabby's cum-covered face.

"Be my guest, sir," the professor replied, a calm smile on his face.

Hart reached out and used his index finger to push a huge wad of cum into his daughter's mouth. Gabby willingly accepted the gift, her lips closing down on the cummy digit and licking it clean. Hart went back to her face for more, gradually feeding her every last drop of their thick creamy seed. When she'd licked his finger clean for the last time, he pulled his finger out of her mouth with a 'Pop', her sucking lips reluctant to let it go.

"Don't you think it's time to tell your father the truth, Gabby?" the professor said as he stepped around his desk and sat in his chair.

Confused, Hart looked from the professor to his daughter, wondering what that statement was all about.

"Daddy, I've got something to tell you. I hope you won't be mad at me," Gabby said, her face still glistening with the remnants of their drying cum.

"What? What is it, sweetheart?"

"I...uh...I've been fucking Professor Davis since the third day of school."

Stunned, Hart stared at his daughter, and then turned to the professor.

"Yes," the older man started, "it's probably time you knew, Mr. Hart, that what makes this school so successful is that the teachers here specialize in administering a 'specialized sexual curriculum', as we like to call it."

Aghast, Hart could only look at the old man. "Specialized sexual curriculum? You mean...you mean the teachers fuck the students?"

"Well, since you've put it so bluntly, the answer is 'Yes', but we do consider the girls' personal tutelage to be much more than that."

Still blown away by what he was hearing, Hart looked back and forth between his daughter and the professor as he held up his hands questioningly, like a traffic cop unsure of which way to turn next. "All of them? All the teachers fuck all the students?"

"Yes, sir. We have a four to one ratio here of students to staff, so all the girls receive the appropriate personal care that they need."

With his head still spinning, Hart gestured towards the professor's heavy limber cock. "Are all the instructors built like...like you?"

"Most are. Headmaster Walker makes it a requirement of the hiring practice to ensure the school maintains its high standards." Davis nodded towards Hart's own substantial endowment. "From what I've seen today, you'd qualify quite nicely, Mr. Hart. Perhaps you should submit your resume."

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Hart numbly shook his head. "Sorry, professor, nothing personal, but I couldn't take the pay cut."

"I understand. No need to say anything more. Perhaps when you retire from business, you may want to reconsider." The old man paused as Hart stood there shaking his head as his spinning brain fought to take everything in. "But as I was saying, when I was explaining the nature of the school's curriculum to your daughter, she decided to confide in me the nature of your personal relationship. I was actually quite thrilled to hear that she was being instructed on, shall we say, 'the finer things in life', by an older man, especially one who was willing to teach her what we would be expecting of her here at this school."

Totally flummoxed by what he'd just heard in the last few minutes, Hart could only look from one to other. His daughter nodded in agreement to what the professor had just said, and gave her father a warm smile that melted his heart. Hart looked back as the professor continued speaking.

"Gabby told me that your birthday was coming up, and she wanted to get you a special gift."

Hart looked over at his daughter as she picked up the conversation. "So it was the professor I told all those things to about you and me, Daddy, not my girlfriends. When he told me some of the things I'd be learning here, I told him you'd been fucking me all summer long, and how much I loved it, and how much I was already missing it." She paused and nodded towards the old man behind the desk before continuing. "It was the professor who came up with the idea of the two of you sharing me, like we did just now. Based on what I told him about you, he thought you would really like it, and I agreed."

"I figured the threat of exposure was the only way to get you to agree to go along with our little plan to share your sweet little princess between the two of us," the professor said. "Sorry about that."

Hart gave a little chortle, the realization of what these two had just pulled over on him fully registering. "Hmm, that's quite the thing, isn't it," he said, giving both of them a stern look. He couldn't contain himself as a broad smile turned up the corners of his mouth. He turned to his daughter and wagged an accusatory finger at her. "Well, Gabby, I guess I'm going to have to punish you extra hard now, aren't I?"

All three laughed as Hart reached out and pulled his daughter to him. He kissed her deeply as he groped her big young breasts, rolling her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger. When they finally broke the kiss and she drew back gasping, he pushed her to her knees once more and dropped his heavy cock right back into her waiting mouth, knowing both he and the professor weren't done with her yet.

*

In Headmaster Jake Walker's office, he pushed the "stop" button on the video recorder that had been filming the entire proceedings from the hidden ceiling camera. Not only would that be a wonderful video to watch and jerk off to, but after watching the talents of young Gabby with the two older men, the headmaster decided having another personal interview with her was absolutely necessary. After all, in the previous one-hour private session he'd had with her when she and her father had first visited, he'd filled two of her willing holes with substantial loads. Maybe this time he'd go for three.
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