"Professor!" Bubbles shouted but Professor Utonium quickly put a hand to her mouth. Bubbles laughed, then whispered. "What are you doin' here?"

the Professor looked at Bubbles. Should he knock her out cold or not? Well, it was too late now. She would remember what happened, wouldn't she? But he just couldn't take it and hold it in any longer.

"Hey, what's wrong with your pants?" Bubbles said, pointing to his raging boner. Bubbles, didn't you had the "birds and bees"? the Professor sheepishly smiled.

"Hey, uh-Bubbles. You wanna do something really fun?"

"FUN?" Bubbles whispered excitedly. "You know how much I love fun!"

"Good, 'cause I'm sure this is gonna be real fun. But first," he put a finger to his lips, "no matter what happens, you gotta be quiet, okay? You don't wanna wake up anyone."

"Why can't Blossom have some fun with us?" Bubbles asked.

The Professor whimpered, his erection was pulsating. He tried hurrying the conversation. "B-Because, it's just between you and me. It's our special daddy and daughter thing, okay? So don't tell anyone, okay? Because it's only our thing."

Bubbles nodded. "Okay okay okay! So, are you gonna show me."

The Professor started to sweat and pushed Bubbles back onto her bed.

"Ouch!" She cried. "Professor, that kind of hurt!"

"Sorry, it's gonna be a little rough, but we're still gonna have fun, okay?"

"Uh, okay," Bubbles replied.

"Good." the Professor then took off his pants.

"What's taking so long?" Bubbles asked, about to reach for her lamp.

"D-Don't turn on the light," he said. Professor then took off his underwear. Perspiration was all over his body, and sweat slid down his cock and inside his urethra. "This game can only be played in the dark."

"Oooo, a scary game!" Bubbles squealed. "I love scary games!"

"Yeah, yeah, just shut up already," the Professor replied as he laid on top of his grandniece, putting some weight on her but making sure not to crush her.

Bubbles instantly stiffened. "P-Professor? What are you doing?"

"Shh, it's okay," the Professor said as he started to take off Bubbles's pajama bottoms. "Be quiet."

Bubbles immediately tried prying away his hands. "What are you doing?"

"It's part of the game."

"I-I don't know if I like this game."

"Well, it's what everyone's doing." He grunted, regretting now that he didn't chloroform her. He then couldn't take her talking. He hungrily put his mouth on her's, his fat tongue squirming inside her mouth. Bubbles's cries were muffled and she felt some drool fall down the side of her chin. When the Professor went up for air, Bubbles was on the verge of tears.

"Stop it! Stop it n-!"

The Professor slammed her head against the wall. "I told you to shut the fuck up!" He cried. "You're breaking my groove."

Bubbles was sobbing now. the Professor was thanking God Buttercup wasn't home. The Professor then ignored Bubbles's cries as he continued to kiss her, his hands feeling her up under her nightshirt in the process. Bubbles's breasts were still not fully developed, and he grasped her tiny buds, and pinched and rubbed her nipples, which hardened. He dug his nails in her breasts and nipples when he thought he felt blood, and Bubbles cried out.

The Professor slapped her. "I told you to shut up, for crying out loud! You're gonna wake up the whole fucking state!"

Bubbles was still in tears and snot was running from her nose, but she tried quieting down a little bit, her voice reduced to hiccups and whimpers.

After feeling her up some more, the Professor then kissed and licked her tits and nipples, chewing on them. Bubbles whimpered louder in pain. the Professor then licked her abdomen, then her hips and right before her pelvis. He then pulled off her pants in an instant and started rubbing her thighs and opened her legs.

"N-No," Bubbles whispered, squirming.

The Professor just stared in awe at her hairless, pink vagina. He buried his face in there for a bit while Bubbles was sobbing. He then brought his red, swollen cock up to Bubbles's face. "Spit on it for me, will ya? It will go in easier."

Bubbles bit her lip, trying to hold back the onward of fresh tears that continued to slide down her cheeks. She attempted to spit, but it was a sorry attempt. Drool just fell down her chin and onto his cock.

The Professor instead rammed his cock into her moistened mouth,freshly salivated and soft. Bubbles was making gagging sounds. the Professor rolled his eyes back, the heavenly sensation running up his cock and through his whole body. He needed this. He had wanted to save it for his daughter's pussy, but the feeling of this was just too nice. He hadn't had a blowjob in so long that the sensation was almost foreign to him. And getting it from a young, virgin participant was an added plus.

So he started to thrust, and grabbed the back of Bubbles's head, snatching her hair and rapidly slamming her head back and forth on his massive could feel some of Bubbles's tears flying onto his hardened member every time he thrusted outward, and that only made him hornier. He continued to thrust and moan, Bubbles's muffled sobs and gags only making his climax closer. Then, with one, final thrust, he exploded, his groan so loud that it seemed to shake the house, his semen jumping to the walls of his grandniece's mouth as he made his final thrusts. He took his now slickened cock out of Bubbles's mouth as she inhaled for breath and continuing gagging.

The Professor forcefully closed Bubbles's mouth. "Swallow it, goddamnit!"

But Bubbles couldn't, and she vomited all over the Professor's shirt.

"Jesus Christ…" the Professor sighed, looking at the vomit.

Bubbles was dehydrated, whimpering but too exhausted to cry. Seeing his grandniece cry once again hardened the old geezer's cock. He then pushed her head back against the pillow and opened up her legs again and jammed his erection in Bubbles's extremely tight hole. the Professor shuddered and grunted, the hole practically too small for his giant, wrinkled wiener.

Bubbles cried out in agony. "Stop, stop! It hurts!"

"Get used to it!" the Professor shouted, not worrying about being too loud anymore. He continued to grunt with every thrust, and Bubbles sobbed again as she felt her tiny vagina tearing at the seems. Blood was dropping onto the bed sheets.

The Professor continued thrusting, soon going harder and faster as his cock felt a little numb, but a little easier to get through. The bed was bouncing and creaking and Bubbles's head was jumping back and forth with each thrust. Bubbles's saliva from his blowjob and her juices helped lubricate his penis. It was painful for him, but also so, so pleasurable at the same time.

He then came again, not as amazing as his blowjob, but it was still something. He removed his cock and Bubbles's hole was a little bigger and full of semen and blood.

The Professor wiped his forehead. "Few! Yeah, that was a fun game, huh?"

Bubbles was lying on her pillow, staring at the ceiling, dried tears stuck to her cheeks. the Professor slipped her back into her pajamas and put his pants back on.

"God, I really needed this," the Professor said. "We'll have to do this again sometime!" He laughed. He then knelt down near Bubbles. "And if you ever tell anybody about this," he whispered, "I'll fucking kill you, you little bitch. You got that?"

Bubbles made a sound, like she was about to cry again, but stopped. She nodded.

Then the Professor laughed again. "And when Blossom wakes up, tell him they was sleepwalking, got it?" He then walked out the door and slammed it shut.