Paula Cash - Closet Queen

The sharp voice shattered Cheryl's private world. She jerked to attention, closing her legs as every eye in the room suddenly focused on Spider and she. Her heart thudded in fear.

Spider got to his feet slowly. Smoothly he brought up his big, open loose-leaf notebook to cover his jutting cock. He answered in a regulated unemotional voice that sounded as if he'd followed the lecture right along. Then he slid back into the seat.

There were no snickers or accusations from down below. The professor nodded and went on with his lecture. The heads of the students dropped back to the note-taking. They had not been spotted. Talk about keeping your cool! She stared sideways at Spider in admiration. His answer was to strip off the rubber, exposing his cock to her, wet half way down from his pre-seminal flow and the tight clasp of the condom.

He put her hand back on the naked prick. "Time's almost up. Take it," he whispered.

Elated, exalted by this new sex thrill, she gently rubbed his balls and then jacked him off furiously, while he sank back, slack for a moment, and then his whole body stiffened. She bent over his cock to witness her first-ever free form male orgasm. She looked down on his shaft and the dark, expanded hole. Suddenly his cock convulsed and there was a bright flash of liquid; then body-hot sperm struck her on the mouth and nose, filling her nostrils with a rich, starchy smell.

She jerked back to watch the rest of his explosions, why, those first spurts leaped up at least two feet from his lap in the urgency and back pressure of his teased sex equipment. He let it all go, over his pants and on the floor, eyes dreamy, body locked, making the softest of relieved grunts in his throat. It was glorious to see the whole wet bursting of a taken cock. The last spurts barely cleared his cock head as the internal pressure lessened, and finally the last drops oozed from his prick hole like white snakes to slide down onto her hand.

She sat back, smelling the exudation, which made her dizzy. His hand went back on her cunt inside her pants. She felt so hot, thrilled, and open that she avidly licked his sperm off her hand and swallowed it. She used her tongue to lick the essence of that first burst off her mouth. Wow, it must be something to have a cock and make your jissum fly like that!

His hand took her. She grunted, locked her legs and tried to draw his hand deep inside her vagina. The tease had gone on so long that she went faint with pleasure ready to throb and throb and throb, not caring where she was. She started her lesbian fantasy to orgasm.

Faintly she heard the professor's voice, "Mr. Strawn, will you please come to my office after the class. Bring the young lady who is with you… ”

Ohmigod!

Spider was in deep trouble and so was Cheryl. It turned out that they hadn't been quite as clever as they'd thought. When Professor Foster got them to his office, adjoining the Chem Lab, he was angry.

"Maybe the other students didn't see what you two did, but I saw enough," he fumed. "I don't mind a little footsie playing in my classes. It keeps the students alert. A display like yours-that means big trouble for you, me and the University.”

"We were only-we were just-”

Foster raised a hand against Spider's rush of words.

"A student tells a dean. A dean tells the president. It gets to the student newspaper, to the alumni. It's hard enough these days for universities to convince parents that colleges are not hotbeds of sex. A simple, single act like you did can result in a hundred students being jerked out of Brighton and perhaps the additional loss of thousands of dollars of gifts from angry supporters, most of whom are conservative.”

"Sir, we can plead that we were drunk,”

Foster shook his head. "No. I must take immediate and harsh action. You, Spider, are fired from the Chemistry Lab… ”

Spider gave a howl, "I need the job to stay in college, professor.”

The old man shook his head. "You'll have to carry on your education elsewhere, young man. It's a crying shame, because you're my favorite student. But I will not tolerate scandal. If you get by this time, the next time might be worse. No, you have to go.”

Spider moaned. "I'm ruined.”

The Professor took Cheryl by the arm and walked her to one wall of the office, which was covered with diplomas and certificates, just like a doctor's office.

"See all of these? That would have been Spider Strawn's future before today, young lady. You have a great part of the blame. Without you he wouldn't have been inspired to this outrageous act.”

Cheryl felt like the heel of all time. She should've known you couldn't get away with anything as raw as they'd tried. Now she'd really fixed Spider.

"But maybe nobody saw us but you," she protested. "Maybe there won't be a scandal.”

Foster shook his head. "I see you don't understand, Cheryl.”

He turned to Spider. "I want you to go out in the Lab and finish your work for the day. Your last day of work. I must explain the facts of life to Cheryl Wallace.”

Spider looked white and shaken. He shook his head sadly, squeezed her hand, and disappeared into the Lab outside. Foster closed the door. He motioned Cheryl to his chair behind his desk. She sat down trembling. It was the professor's agitation that scared her as much as anything.

"Cheryl Wallace, daughter of one of our richest, most important, alumni," he said as he paced before the desk. "Do you realize that you can be expelled for what you did in my class? Think of the shame of your father when that happens. Yet I have no choice but to report-”

"Nobody saw us, but you!" she cried. This thing got worse and worse.

He smiled sadly, shaking his head. "We don't know that. I'm not sure I want to take a chance. What bothers me more, if you get by this time, what happens next? You're a very attractive young lady. What outrage will you and Spider perpetrate next? Spider himself is a wild young man. If you're not stopped now, where will it end? Even if I survive this, you'll destroy some other professor.”

"I swear to you-" she began.

"No," he cut her off. He came around the desk and sat on the edge, facing her. "With a body like yours-and evidently you have a hot sexual nature-there's bound to be more trouble. I see no way out.”

He frowned down on her, long legs spread as she rocked in his swivel chair in misery.

"I'd sign a paper," she cried. "I'd do anything to save Spider's job. To keep it away from my father.”

"Promises for now. But tomorrow your hot little cunt will bubble again and there's more scandal on the campus.”

She shot a startled look at him.

"Look at you," he said. "Tight pants, paper thin. Stained with your dishonor. Big breasts, pushing and shoving to get out of that sweater. I could see your nipples a block away.”

"I-I-" she said, astonished at the turn the conversation took.

"You're probably one of the great fucks on campus," said the old man, his eyes gleaming. "Come here, dear.”

He hooked the base of the swivel chair and brought her to where he sat on the edge of the desk, facing her. Her head was on a level with his crotch.

"I could risk forgetting what happened in my class," he said. "I have the power to make a report or not make a report. It's up to you to convince me to take that approach.”

She sat there, stunned, the blood drumming past her ears.

"You mean, if I-if somehow-”

He looked down on her avidly, "Your hot little body got you into trouble. Your sexy little person can also get you out of trouble.”

"And save Spider's job?" she squeaked, lifting her eyes to his face. It was flushed. Also there was no question about the rising lump in the old man's pants as he stared down at her.