Paula Cash - Closet Queen

"What-do you want?" she asked faintly, licking her lips.

He shook his head. "It's not what I want," he said. "It's what you want, Cheryl. I'm not going to stand for a young couple having sex in my class and do nothing. I'll make that report. Of course, if you find a way to get around it, perhaps by insisting on compromising me, too-well, you're very attractive, and even old men are not made of stone." For the first time he smiled. His eyes were hot.

It was extremely silent in the room. She sat there, inches from his person and his crotch, trapped in misery. Spider's job, everything-if she decided to gig this obscene old man. Incredible.

"You don't mean it," she said.

"Leave, walk out of here and see if I mean it," said Foster. "Before eight o'clock you'll be on the Dean's carpet, emergency summons.”

“If I do something-”

“Talk, talk, talk," he exploded.

She jumped at the imperious tone. She fumbled at his zipper, prying it open. She reached inside past his boxer shorts and found his treasure. She pulled it out of his pants as he sat facing her perched on the edge of the desk. His prick was smaller than Spider's, nested in gray pubic hairs. It was already half hard. She slid it into her mouth and sucked and the meat stiffened at once.

"Oh, child, that feels so good!" he exulted, holding her head and working his loins. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, she thought, as she gently squeezed his balls and started to service him without much enthusiasm. The quick change of events left her confused.

"I want Spider to keep his job," she said firmly, finally tracking. "I want no report made.”

"Well, now, all things are possible when everybody co-eeeee-ahhh-cooperates, Ch-Cheryl." His cock was hard now and he scooted it in and out of her mouth with expert little bunts.

Great heavens, stodgy old Brighton U. turns out to be Fuck College, she thought in a randy, rising excitement. Imagine her shoving her mouth down on a major college professor, a man with a national reputation, as Spider told her. Well, his prick had a nice male smell and the skin tasted like slightly salty meat, just like any other prick. Still vaguely hot from the workout in his classroom, she found she didn't mind too much. He was a mean old buzzard and would probably do what he said, fire Spider and turn her in if she didn't cooperate.

Then she had another thought. This old boy had a wife, fairly famous in Brighton circles. Mrs. Richardson Foster-Lisbeth Torbert Foster, a heavy chick in alumni circles. She'd seen the name and even her picture in some of her father's alumni newspapers back in New York. My God, the cock she sucked was supposed to be the private property of Lisbeth Foster's cunt. Holy mud, I'm randy and vile-mouthed today, she thought. But the idea of stealing semen from what she knew was a pompous old bitch excited her. Imagine, a famous prof and a big shot wife, and he was going off in the mouth of a simple coed.

She had his prick nice and juicy so she began to nub the head where the rich nerves were.

"Yeee-esss. Abso-loot-ly bestial." he cried, working against her mouth.

Somehow he'd managed to get his hands inside of her sweater to cup her tits, and they were super-hot to his touch. She shuddered and sucked harder. After the delicious workout Spider had given her she was high and hot and would probably cum if he kept up those luscious motions on her nipples.

"You like cock. You know how it's dew-done!" he exulted as she dabbed his full balls with her tongue and then nibbled up his shaft on one side and down the other as he dry-throbbed in joy.

"Mmmmmmm," she went.

Spider would be okay now, and she would be okay. The door burst open at that point and Spider came in. At least she hoped it was Spider, because if it was anybody else they were back in trouble.

It was Spider. She couldn't see him, with her head buried in the Professor's crotch, but there was no mistaking the voice.

"I see she decided to save my ass," said Spider.

"Won-wonderfully cooperative,” breathed the transported teacher. He had unbuttoned her sweater and was massaging her breasts like mad.

She didn't want Spider to see her doing this, but her own pleasure was rising so fast that she didn't want to stop sucking, either. At the rate they were going, it wouldn't last long.

She heard Spider come around the desk, but Foster closed his thighs around her head at that moment and throbbed some more, with happy cries, so she couldn't see him. The next thing she knew she was lifted from the chair and her pants started to peel down from her hips.

"Hey!" she cried.

"This is the best way," said Spider.

She looked at him over her shoulder and got the shock of the afternoon. Spider was totally naked. Even as she watched he peeled her pants, together with her panties right down to her heels, and off everything came.

"Ah,nooo," she moaned, but the professor held her. In fact, as she turned to try to save her pants, Foster zipped her sweater half off and when she grabbed at him to stop he pulled it completely free.

Cheryl was naked except for her half socks and sandals.

"You guys!" she cried.

"We know what we're doing, you sexy little pike," said Spider. "You want a favor from the Chem Lab; we'll be glad to give it to you when you ask as nice as this.”

He lifted her hips as Foster held her arms and contained her torso. He slid into the chair under her. It came to her with a shock that somehow Spider had expected this to happen and that meant-if he came in here naked-he'd probably jacked himself hard.

"Ahhh, ohhhh," she cried.

Her cunt was already wet and swollen. In fact, it hadn't really slowed down to normal since the long, sexy exercise in the classroom. Women not only rose slower, they came down slower. Now Spider notched her cunt and pulled back on her hips, murmuring about how creamy her flanks were. She felt his cock head press against her opening, violate her outer lips, strike her clit and find the narrow pink tunnel to her heaven. Then came the incredible rush as his prick began to burn into her cunt.

"Ah, no, noooo. ahhhhhh," she crooned as he started to fuck her.

She simply couldn't believe it. Two guys were doing her at once-or was she doing them? Foster's stiff prick jabbed at her mouth and now the old man guided it in as she carelessly moaned, while Spider's young, energetic tool worked open her spring box cunt. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out that nice girls didn't do things like this and she was a nice girl. The trouble was, she was too sexed up to make a fight. Her body liked the smooth, silky friction. Her nipples loved the loving. Her sex tensions bubbled and her whole body was randy with desire. Maybe it would be okay to let them do it a little bit. It sure would be hard to escape. The Professor locked her arms and shoulders, shoving his prick in her mouth. Spider held her hips, driving slowly and thrillingly deep into her cunt. Yet she felt taken and used. Practically raped. Was it possible-

"I told you it would work,” said Spider.

"Spider, you're my favorite student," said Foster happily.

She got her mouth free for a moment, "You-you guys-" she sputtered. "You rigged it. You fooled me! You-you, why, I'll bet you do it to girls all the time.”

“Never," said Foster. "You're so beautiful.”

“Once. Once before," said the honest Spider. "But the semester's hardly started.”

She squealed in rage. "I'm not going to-”

“Better relax, sugar girl," said Spider. "You're in the hands of a couple of pretty horny people.' His cock had now reached its depth in her body, and he stopped to breathe deeply in his joy. "It's not that we want to pull a con game, but we just don't get many female students in Chemistry and those we get don't seem to have the looks that Art students have, like you.”