"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.”
"I'm not your-sex slave," she wept as she squirmed. "If you think-”
"Now, dear girl, take it easy," said Foster, "After all, you did do things in my classroom that were pretty outrageous.”
"Terr-terrible thing to do to girl," she managed, and then had to be quiet as her mouth filled once again with the old man's prick. She knew she ought to fight, to resist. On the other hand a new idea started to run around inside of her head that conspired against resistance. Maybe this mini-orgy would cure her of her hang-up. If ever she was to have an orgasm without thinking about lesbian sex, this would do it. There was no way she'd need to think about girl sex with two horny studs like this fucking her, when orgasm time came. Just the same, she resented being used. It was even-kinkier than the business with Abby's behind, this fucking two guys at once while she wanted to resist and still enjoyed it.
She had no way of knowing she gave both men exquisite pleasure. From his position on the edge of the desk, Foster could look down her smooth nude back and see his naked lab assistant locked into the girl's cunt; he could feel the hot, eager thrusts of the young man taking Cheryl and making her body flow and yield to wild prick action. At the same time he could look down at his crotch and see his cock, almost purple with congested blood, gleaming with girl saliva, working in and out of her beautiful face while he held her head and stroked soft golden hair and felt deep internal sex euphoria from her suck pressure. The other girl that he and Spider had been able to trap had been ugly compared to this one and surly in her performance. Cheryl, after a little initial resistance, seemed to flow with the action and enjoy it as much as they.
Foster's prick and belly were white hot with the desire to throw his sperm into the demanding mouth, yet, he gritted his teeth and commanded his cock to delay orgasm until he was pleasure-tortured into involuntary surrender. This was heaven compared to the quick, dull, normal fucking with his wife, who did not eat cock.
Spider, who had a heavily erotic personality, was even more taken with the beautiful New York blonde. It wasn't only her looks. He'd fucked good looking girls who were too passive, incurious. Cheryl seemed like an eternal virgin with unlimited passion and yet also possessed a curious reserve, as if looking for some answer that would really unlock her total femininity.
Right now it was extremely sexy to hear her slurp on Foster's cock and grunt as the rest of her body took his fast-driving prick. He could tell by Cheryl's little quivers and shifts that his prick was driving her to maddened delight. The smooth, silken flesh, the hot, tight cunt, the moisture of her fucked body, the strain of her opened thighs around his legs, reached him with a wondrous sense of making it that he'd never felt before.
"Cheryl, you are… sorority sexpot… of the year," he managed.
"Best on campus," agreed Foster. "Never felt so good. Oh, oh, oh." He sweated as it began to be impossible to restrain the furious lake of volcanic liquid that boiled in his belly like an unexploded white-hot volcano.
"Mewrrrrrr," gasped Cheryl.
She knew she was headed for the best orgasm she'd ever had. Spider's cock was just big enough, just hot enough, and he twisted just right to give her clit a fabulous ride. She became light-headed and felt opened, vulnerable and totally loving in her hot ride. She wanted Spider's prick to extend like a telescope antenna and keep pushing up through her tender guts, along her backbone, until he owned every inch of her body, cunt to shoulders. That was the delicious feeling he gave her.