A Summer with Summer

Chapter 1: Logan's Next Fantasy

(Summer is not directly involved in this event, but certainly part of the equation...)

Logan texted me on a Tuesday evening. I was working late in my office. The department secretary had left at 5 pm. All the other instructors were gone by seven. It was 7:30 by then.

"Can I come by? I need some help." she texted.

"Sure, I will unlock the doors," I texted back.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on my door. "Enter," I said.

Logan came in. She looked as if she had come from dance class. She had on those soft ballet shoes, black spandex shorts and a white crop top. "Hey," she said.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Really, I just wanted to talk." She sat down in the uncomfortable seat next to my desk. Normally, Logan was kind of proper. Now she sat and put one foot up on the seat of the chair while the other leg sort of opened a bit. I couldn't help but see that the spandex outlined every curve of her pussy lips. Had I not already known what they looked like, I would have been in no doubt.

"After after the dance and the time at your place, we three girls have gotten really close," Logan said.

"I find that kind of surprising. Before, you seemed kind of judgmental of Summer. And I never saw you and Paige as being close," I said.

"Before, I would have said you were exactly on it. But somehow that shared experience has brought us together," Logan said. "That night, well morning, I took Paige back to my apartment instead of home. We had girl sex until we passed out. She's been back since, and oh my god!" Logan said.

"And tomorrow, I'm going to Summer's for what she calls 'Cookies and pussies.' She says we are going to make up a couple of batches of chocolate chip cookies. And while they cool, we are going to have, quote, 'the best pussy on pussy sex you never imagined!' I'm frankly looking forward to it," Logan said.

"Wow!" was all I could think of to say as she stood and came closer, leaning back against my desk, just next to me.

"But before that, I wondered if you could help me fulfill my next fantasy, the 'fucking on your teacher's desk' fantasy?" she asked. "I've dressed for it, no underwear, no bra."

As her distinctly outlined pussy was almost right in front of my face, I bent over, placed my mouth against her pubic mound and breathed hot air over her pussy lips.

"Oh god! I guess that's a yes," she moaned.

I nibbled on her swollen pussy lips through the spandex, then rubbed my thumbs along the outlines of them. I started to roll the spandex down from the waist. She helped. When her pussy was exposed I licked the length of it as if it were an ice cream cone. I sucked each lip as far into my mouth as I could. I pushed my tongue up between the folds as my thumb found her clit, which was by then pretty hard.

"Oh fuck, that's good," she breathed.

That's when I started to suck on her clit and finger-fuck her, first slowly and softly, the harder and faster. I'd always heard that a woman's G-spot was between the 10 and 11 o'clock positions. I intended to find out. As my tongue continued to flit across her clit, I stretched my middle finger as deep in as it would go and searched for the mythical spot.

I think I found it.

Logan let out a sound between a sigh and a scream. I alternated pressure and movement, not neglecting her clit all the while. Her pussy flooded my face.

"Oh god, oh shit! Don't stop. Don't... Oh fuck!" and a lot of other sounds came out of her mouth as her pussy began to throb in an intense orgasm. She pressed my face against her pussy as her body shuddered. I started to move my finger again.

"Oh god, stop. Don't move. If you do any more, I'll have a heart attack and die," she said.

I did as I was told. As she calmed down, I slowly removed my finger and stood up in front of her. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her wet pussy up against the erection now trying to escape my jeans.

"That was pretty amazing," she said as she began to kiss and lick her juices from my face. "One of the best orgasms ever. How did you do that?"

"Just one of my many talents," I replied as my hands went up her top and began to fondle her breasts.

"We need to free up one of those talents," Logan said as she undid my jeans reached in to feel my hard-on. "This is really nice. We'll have to use this talent," she chuckled. I pulled down my jeans, kicking them off along with my loafers. The head of my dick was dancing against her wet pussy lips.

Logan tossed her lanyard with mini-wallet and cell phone on the sofa behind her and pulled her crop top over her head. I've mentioned Logan's breasts. To my mind they were nearly perfect. Probably a B cup, they suited her small frame perfectly. Her aureoles were perfect domes with hard nipples protruding.

She pulled my t-shirt over my head as I tried to tweak her nipples. She leaned back on her elbows, parted her knees wide and said, "This is going to be good." I eased the head of my dick up between her pussy lips and started to push in gently. Logan cried in frustration, "For god-fucking sake, I'm not your girlfriend! Give it to me!" At that I slammed my dick as far up into her pussy as I could.

Our pubic bones were bruising one another as she said, "That's more like it. Give me that cock!" She lay all the way down on my desk and her ankles were up by her ears, opening her up wider and wider to me. Imagine my surprise as her feet went behind her head, lifting her pussy so that I was crashing my cock straight down into her. She was pushing her pussy up to meet my deep thrusts when I could feel her pussy muscles contract against my dick, then begin to throb.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming again!" she shouted followed by grunts and moans a small yipping noise. She released her feet from behind her head and wrapped her legs around my waist. I was deeper inside her than I had ever been in a woman. I wanted to shoot all I had deep inside her, but I also wanted to wait. Knowing there would be more, I called on every reserve I had and held back as her shudders subsided.

As she relaxed, she smiled at me and stroked my face. "That was a good fuck," she said quietly. Then, "Ohmigod, you're still hard!"

"I wanted to wait and see what was next," I said.

She smiled again. "Well, you know you're fucking a dancer. I thought you might want to fuck me in a dance pose. Do you know what an arabesque is?"

I was pretty sure that was when a dancer balanced on one foot and basically did the splits in the air, with the other foot directly over her head. The hands are out to either side. It looks as if the dancer is about to take off and fly.

"Well, I can't balance on the tip of my toes while you slide your dick in and out of me, but I can come close," she said.

She stood and my dick slid out of her pussy. She did some stretching exercises in front of me, each giving me a view of her damp pussy or her amazing tits. "Okay, when my top leg is up high, come in behind and fuck my pussy." Logan bent from the waist and kicked one leg up into the air, going higher and higher each time. She balanced her hands on my desk. When her legs were a perfect 180, she said, "Now! Come in deep and hard."

I moved in behind her and thrust my dick deep into her waiting pussy. I held her leg up in the air as I pounded as hard as I could into her. We were both sweating and making animal noises when I felt the familiar constriction around my dick. I couldn't hold back this time. As she came again, I flooded her wide open pussy with all the jizz I had.

As we both relaxed, I let her leg down and my dick slid out of her pussy. I led her to the sofa and we cuddled. "That was really nice," she said. "I love having your cock pound my pussy. I think I'll be leaking jizz for days."

As we lay together, Logan stroked my cock even though it was limp and wet. "It feels really good to be so deep inside you. I love watching my cock disappear into you. It's almost magic" I said.

"That's sweet," she replied. It wasn't long before, with her thin fingers stroking me, I was hard again.

"Oh look," she said as if surprised, "we can fuck some more. This time, let's fuck slow and soft - for a change."

As long as my dick was in Logan's pussy, I didn't care. She lay back and parted her legs inviting me once more. I looked down at the reddish brown pubic hair decorating her sweet, red pussy lips and pressed myself into her once again. We were taking long, slow strokes, when her cell phone chimed with a text message.

She reached for it.

"Seriously, you're going to check your text messages while we fuck? I thought you were more into it than that," I said.

"Don't you worry. I am totally into fucking you. But I am a college girl, I can multi-task."

As she looked at her phone, I pushed harder up inside her.

"Oooh, you're trying to distract me." Then she giggled. "It's Paige asking me what I'm doing. I answered, 'Just fucking around.'" I had to laugh at that as well, but continued to slide in and out of her wet pussy.

"She didn't get it, so I texted, 'No seriously, MK and I are fucking as we speak.' She doesn't believe me. She wants a picture. Can I take one?"

"No faces," I responded. "Tilt your hips up. I'll push about half way into you, then take the picture."

She did as I suggested and showed me the picture. It was pretty good porn. She sent the image.

"She answered, 'Bitch, I hate you, LOL." We started laughing. As we laughed, my cock went deeper and deeper into her. Our laughter changed to moaning and other noises as I exploded into her wet pussy again and she came in deep waves.