It was the hottest summer in recent memory. Temperatures had been in the high 90s all week, and it was so humid you could cut the air with a knife. Charles Black was soaked with sweat by the time he completed the walk across campus from his office to the lecture hall where he held forth everyday from 3 to 5 pm. Summer sessions were a real grind. Classes met everyday, and were twice as long as during the normal semesters. It was always hot, but never this hot. He and his students, all 125 of them, spent their first 5 minutes in the lecture hall everyday recovering from the heat. He used the time to chat with students, take questions about the assignments, or anything else his students had on their minds. He also used it to check out the astonishing number of very attractive young women in the class, dressed in skimpy summer attire. The cold air in the lecture hall made their nipples harden. Many of them spread their legs a bit more than usual, or let their already short skirts ride up just a little higher, to cool off. The steep rake of the lecture hall meant that the sixth row was at eye level for Professor Black. He could see straight up the skirts of every young lady in that row, and for several rows beyond. Everyday he would see at least three or four panty-clad crotches. He liked the thongs best; they covered so little. He liked the occasional bare pussy even more. If the panty-less young lady was at all attractive, she might become his target for the summer. He rarely missed his target.
This summer, there were two rather beautiful young ladies coming to class panty-less, and shaved. Charles never understood how the shaved pussy fad got started, but he was grateful it did. He loved to eat pussy, but hated choking on hair. He also loved to watch his cock sliding in and out of a young, wet pussy stretched wide to accommodate his girth. The redhead in the seventh row, Kim O'Conner, and the blonde in the sixth row, Sandy Richards, were both showing him pussy everyday. After the first week of class, he stopped trying to be subtle about looking, and they stopped pretending they didn't know he was looking. They started spreading a little bit wider when he looked. Sandy sat on the edge of her seat and hooked one foot under it so her knee was elevated. This gave Charles a clear view of a very wet set of lips, with just a hint of a pink, aroused clit peeking out of its hood at the top. When he looked up at Sandy's face, she was smiling broadly and shaking her head very subtly, "yes." When Charles looked over to Kim, he saw she was watching the whole exchange, and had shifted in her seat to aim her pussy toward him. She rested her right arm on her right thigh and turned her wrist so that she could touch herself without much movement of the arm. She stroked and spread her lips with her fingertips without taking her eyes off the professor. It was time for Charles to make his move.
Walking out of the lecture hall, Charles moved next to Sandy as she worked her way up toward the exit at the back of the hall. "Miss Richards, do you have a moment to discuss your performance in class?" he asked. "Certainly, professor," she answered, breaking out into a dazzling smile. "Great. Why don't we head over to the coffee shop in the commons, if you have the time, that is," he suggested. "Oh, I have plenty of time for you, professor," she replied in a husky whisper. Her deep blue eyes bore into him, and dropped briefly to gaze at his crotch. "Whatever you want, professor," she added.
Charles paid for their cappuccinos and they settled into a circular booth in the far corner of the corner shop.
"Is there a problem with my 'performance'?" Sandy asked, with a sly, hesitant emphasis on the word 'performance.'
"No. In fact," Charles replied, "I love your performance. I look forward to it everyday. But I want to see the rest of it."
"I'd love to show it to you, professor. But not in class, of course."
"Of course, not, Sandy. If you have time, we could go to my office. If you'd like to take the rest of the day off, we could go back to my house. It's not far from campus, and we could be much more comfortable."
"Let's go, then," Sandy declared, grabbing her backpack and getting up.
The professor followed her out of the coffee shop. They arranged to meet across the square from the main entrance to campus. She would walk there. He would get his car out of the faculty parking lot and drive there to pick her up. He didn't want to be seen walking with her to his car.
Sandy hopped into his car quickly. He pulled out as she slammed the door shut.
"This is great, professor," Sandy said with a slight giggle in her voice. Charles noticed her short skirt had ridden up to her hips, exposing her bare pussy. She saw him looking and turned slightly in her seat to face him more directly, and spread her legs.
"You know, it's much easier for me to 'perform' when we're alone, Charles," she said. Her eyes were half-closed, and her voice breathy with lust.
"Why don't you touch yourself, Sandy?" he suggested.
"Oh, you are a naughty boy, professor. I saw Kim doing that for you in class. I thought your cock was going to burst right out of your pants."
"Do you know Kim?" he asked.
"We have gotten to know one another being in your class together, if you know what I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"We both want to fuck you, Charles."
"I'd love to fuck you, Sandy, and I plan on doing that as soon as we get to my house, which is just about two minutes away now. And, I'd love to fuck Kim, too. Are you two friendly enough to share?"
"You mean a ménage à trois?"
"Exactly."
"Exciting, very exciting, professor. I can call Kim on her cell right now if you want."
"No. I want you now. Alone. So we can just enjoy one another however we want. I'm not ready to share, yet."
"Oh, that's even better! Let's go," she responded, squeezing her thighs together tightly. The look on her face suggested the strong burst of pleasure that resulted.
Charles pulled his car into his driveway and came around the car to show Sandy the way to the side door. They entered a mudroom, and then the kitchen. It was a large, Victorian-era kitchen. It had never been modernized since the house was built in 1890, and now was no longer "old;" it was chic. Charles opened the refrigerator and took out a half-full bottle of Chardonnay. He took two wine glasses out of a cabinet, and motioned to Sandy to follow him into the living room. They sat on a large couch, facing the fireplace, with a low coffee table in front of them. Sandy turned to face him, spreading her thighs and sliding her skirt up to reveal her pussy again. It was glistening with wetness.
"Show me your cock, Charles. I've heard it's really big. Take it out for me, so I can suck it," she commanded him in a throaty half-whisper.
Smiling at the fact that his cock was the subject of girlish gossip on campus, he pulled off his shoes, stood up, pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his slacks, pulled the zipper down, and pushed them and his boxers down his legs, kicking them off his feet into a pile with his shirt. He took a step closer to Sandy, so his hardening cock was within easy reach. It was already beginning to stiffen. It would soon be 9 inches long and pointing right at her. He loved the feel of being hard, and the look on the face of a girl when she first saw him hard, and thick, and pointing the large, plum-shaped head of his cock at her mouth. Sandy's eyes widened and she took a deep breath while licking her lips. She pursed her lips as she exhaled, enveloping Charles' cock in the warmth of her breath. Without saying a word, she opened her mouth, extended her tongue and slipped his cock into her mouth, sucking gently and moving her tongue to provide wet, warm, friction.
"Oh, yeah, Sandy," Charles exclaimed, "you are quite the little cocksucker, aren't you!"
"Mmm hmmm," Sandy moaned, her mouth too full of cock to be able to speak.
"Take it deeper, girl," Charles commanded, as he put his hands on the back of Sandy's head and pushed his cock into her throat. Sandy extended her tongue and relaxed her throat muscles to accommodate the full length of him. After a few seconds, however, the size of Charles's cockhead, wedged deep in her throat, threatened to set off her gag mechanism in a big way. Afraid of throwing up all over both of them, Sandy pushed on Charles' thighs and pulled her head back, releasing his cock.
"Oh, man," she gasped. "Wow, that's a real monster you have there, Charles. I can't wait to feel you in my pussy."
"Why don't you lie back and you'll find out right now."
