Paula Cash - Closet Queen

To her astonishment, Spider seized her wrist and began to walk her into the classroom. She yelped and pulled back, pointing out to him that she wasn't registered into Professor Foster's class.

"I can't even stand the smell of all the chemicals in this building," she told Spider. "It reminds me of a drugstore or hospital.”

"That's to keep out ugly girls, but you're not. Foster won't mind. Besides, you have to do it if you want to get back your little wood vibrator.”

His pull was insistent and she found herself walking in with him. The room was large-one of the theatre type lecture halls where the seats rose up from a sunken platform. The back of the hall was gloomy. Spider shoved her into a seat high up and near the back. The class was small, about a dozen young guys clustered down front. However, back here in the gloom she noticed several other couples sitting well apart from them, like scattered couples in a movie theatre.

Right on the dot, as a bell rang, Professor Foster came in from a side door down below and began to lecture. He was as tall as Spider, but had white hair and a prominent nose. His voice tended to sound singsong, a monotone punctuated by emphasis when he whirled to the blackboard behind him to make chalk marks-formulas.

Cheryl thought it was a little neat. She'd heard about some of these informal classes. No attendance was taken, and the professor had no idea as to whether the student was registered or not and probably didn't care if they weren't. It was getting something for nothing, so she tried to listen, but all the chemistry talk about alkalines and salts was above her head.

Suddenly she gripped Spider's arm. "That boy-that girl-”

Back in the gloom near them a guy had bent a girl's head back over the seat and kissed her. He had a hand on her throat and Cheryl could actually see pink tongues, his diving into the girl's mouth and the satin gleam of saliva. There was absolutely no sound.

"They're French kissing," she hissed.

"Fancy that!" said Spider. "Look over there.”

She spun her head to gasp again. Another couple, only this time the two bent forward in the gloom, as if seriously studying something in each other's laps. The busy movement of arms sent a thrill of horror over her.

"Spider, they're-they're-" she gasped.

"Hold on, baby!. Don't freak. It's just a humdrum dat at Foster's salt lick, as we call it. The old boy's nearsighted. Everything up here is a blur to him. The only rule is-don't make too much noise.”

As she sat there transfixed, she felt her hand captured by Spider's and forced into his lap to grab his finger… finger? His COCK! She almost jumped out of her skin. Spider had undone his zipper so quietly she hadn't heard it. He was hard; now he closed her hand over firm, warm cock meat.

"Hah!”

"Shhhh." He slipped something into her other hand. "Put this rubber on me so we won't get the books wet.”

She absolutely couldn't believe it. She sat there stunned in a regular, ordinary chemistry class at dull old Brighton University-with a boy's cock in her hand as he asked her to jack him off. It was so wild and outrageous that she couldn't move for long seconds. She just sat there holding Spider's cock with one hand and a rubber contraceptive in the other. Down below Foster droned on. Down below, the serious students hunched over notebooks, scribbling like mad, totally unaware of the sex drama back in the gloom.

She jerked free. "I'm leaving.”

“Go ahead. You won't get Salt back," hissed spider cheerfully.

She started to get up but he pulled her hand back to his cock. "What's the harm, Cheryl? I'm not even asking a suck.”

She sat there tensely and then began to relax as the wildness of the situation grew on her. Talk about kinky sex! Abby with her leech, now this. Come to think of it, how often had she ever had a chance to masturbate a cock? Guys always wanted to get it into her, by mouth or cunt. In fact, she'd never seen a cock masturbated to orgasm all the way. She'd never seen a rubber on a cock either, not in these days when girls had pills, or IUD's.

"If we get caught… " she murmured.

"We won't-if you keep it quiet."

It was the beginning of one of the weirdest experiences she'd ever had. The condom was a sexy little thing, at first a tight little insect that opened out into a small ring when she broke the seal. The latex rubber was translucent, silky to her touch. The ring seemed thick. Spider laid it on top of his cock and the thin rubber immediately hugged his prick opening due to the moisture of his pre-seminal fluid. That was even sexier. Then he showed her how to roll the rubber down his shaft, covering it to the base with a thin, white silken membrane. It felt glossy, silken to her touch. She'd seen her share of cocks, but never one so handsomely encased in a protective sheath, the top crinkled to the prick head because of the pre-seminal fluid. She couldn't keep her hands off this new, warmly encased cock.

His prick throbbed in her hand. "Go slow," he ordered. "We've got lots of time.”

She looked around the room. Absolutely nobody paid them any attention. Down below the professor droned on. Inside, her cunt flowed in mad joy at this weird exercise in sex. She pumped the shaft inside its silken sheath and relished the joy of feeling that stiff prick meat, warm in her hand. Spider leaned back, eyes closed, absorbing the lecture. However, she could see the fast pump of the vein in his throat and once in a while he moved his butt and she thought she heard a faint groan of pleasure.

When he got too hot and his cock dry-throbbed, he detached her hand for a few seconds before she could resume. After a few minutes he instructed her to put her feet up on the back of the seat in the row ahead. She did so, feeling him break her zipper, which was on the side in these slacks. Then her belly thrilled as she felt what seemed like a little animal burrow into her bikini panties and slide over her pelvis. She wet his hand generously with her cunt juice as he jogged her. She couldn't help making mewling sounds in her joy but kept as quiet as she could. Her belly really got hot when he rode on her clit, so she had to hunch and work her loins. He stopped then and she relaxed, breathing fast.

It was his turn again as she jacked him off, her hand moving faster and faster. Deep, inner drives made you always speed up the action. He had to give a soft groan and back her off. His cock, inside the rubber, felt like a hundred and forty degrees and she sensed the extreme tension in it. The fluted head was so swollen that it overlapped in the circle of skin between her thumb and first finger.

She had dropped back to a simmer. He took her hand off his dry-pulsing cock and resumed fingering inside her pants. She held onto his arm and undulated, receiving deep belly thrills from her rising sexuality. In a minute she was going to be so hot that she'd explode with a cry, never mind where they were. Her body vibrated with delicious, eager sex sensations.

Just in time, when she was about to kick her legs forward, cry out and squeeze his hand between her thighs in orgasmic joy, he stopped. She fell off her sex peak once again, disappointed, yet fascinated by this start-stop sex action. Never before had she felt restraint in love-making. Always you went from foreplay into the real thing and pounded faster and faster to bursting climax. That was the way men were, and their sexuality swept you along with them.

Not Spider. Apparently he liked to string it out until pleased, crazed muscles and nerves revolted with involuntary eruptions to relieve the aching tension. Her cunt got a little sore. She was sure his cock was red and fussed almost beyond endurance. Yet underneath, as the minutes dragged on, a tremendous orgasm built in both of them.

"Mr. Strawn, will you comment please on the compound I've just described," called the professor from below.