You are the greatest! Oh, it feels good!” He tried to hunch but she knew she had to hold him quiet or he would injure her throat muscles.
Then she was there! Her nose nestled among the sweat-soaked curls of his pubic hair. Every inch of the long, thick cock was imbedded within her mouth and throat. She had learned this trick from a young teacher in college, who had taught her the art of fellatio. She was a sophomore and a beautiful young girl, sitting in a sociology class under a handsome young professor, who was just married, and whose wife had gone to visit her parents, the mother being suddenly taken ill and in a critical condition. As it was in the fall of the year, with classes just beginning, he could not get away to go with her and he was now batching it in a new apartment, his newly acquired wife gone, and his cock strutting at the sight of every tight ass that tic-toced down the school hallways. Mara and two other girls had decided to see if they could bring him on and get a proposition out of him. They wore the shortest dresses they had, and each day one of them took turns leaving off her panties. Just when he had settled down to lecturing seriously, strolling back and forth across the front of the room, the girl without her panties slowly stretched out in her chair and opened her thighs. When the young professor saw the bared cunt of the girl staring at him the first day he had strangled upon his words and hurried to his chair back of his desk and sat down quickly, but not quickly enough for Mara to miss the instant hardening of his apparently big prick. Each day for a week, the three girls took turns. Mara, with muscular control, could wiggle her cunt-lips and did so when she knew he was looking at her. He reddened, stared into her eyes, stuttered, and then hurried to sit again, his pants suddenly protruding with his cunt-desiring cock. Finally he asked one of the girls to remain after the class had dismissed. He had locked the door and instantly pushed the girl to the floor, and baring a huge hard-on, had fucked her, coming almost before his cockhead had disappeared up her hot flue; he had come a surge of hot, spurting lava that, saved up for weeks with his young wife gone, seemed to flow on and on. The next day, he called the second girl. “He sat me on his lap, his cock hard and bared through his open fly,” she told Mara afterwards. “It is real big and the head is almost more than I can manage to squeeze into my cunt. But once it was inside me, it slid right up to my belly button, it seemed like. Since he had fucked June he was able to stay with me longer and I bounced up and down on his lap for fifteen minutes before he came. But, oooooooooooo, can he come! Like shooting a quart of hot cream as far up in you as you can reach and then it squirts down around the sides of his huge cock like oozing hot butter. I just hugged him about the shoulders and came and came and came!” Then it was Mara's time. “Miss Howard, you have a sentence or two in your last composition I would like to talk to you about,” he told her. “Can you remain after classes this afternoon to go over the paper with me?” “Oh, Dr. James, I was wanting to ask you about that paper. Of course I'll stay. Shall I come… to your study?” She fluttered her eyelashes as she used the word “come” and he smiled slyly. “Eh… er, yes, Miss Howard. Please do come to my study, so we will not be disturbed.” The study was at the back of the classroom. The school corridor was deserted when Mara wandered into the classroom and back to the study, trying to look unconcerned and nonchalant. But under her slack panties, her cunt was steaming, sometimes quivering with a tiny crisis, so anticipatory was she about what was to happen in a few minutes. The teacher was waiting for her. He closed and locked the door and, turning, took her in his arms.