Another Class

You feel like you're floating.

You feel warm and safe and comfortable, surrounded by a pleasurable haze. You stay like this for some time and just...float.

A new sensation draws your attention. You can't quite place it at first, but it's getting stronger. It's almost like something is pulling at you.

You start moving. You're not sure where. As the sensation grows, you start moving faster and faster. You start feeling a sense of urgency building up within you, some growing need. With this sense, you see a light. It's getting bigger or you're just moving towards it. You're moving even faster now and it's growing bigger. The sense of urgency is rising. Something is happening!

Your eyes fly open and your head jerks up as the orgasm rips through you. You see Betsy with her lips wrapped around your cock, swallowing yet another load from you. Amy has fallen asleep, her hefty tits pressed into your side, her head on your shoulder.

You let your head fall back to the pillow. Betsy's soft, wet lips gently massage your shaft as the memories of the last dozen or so hours filter back to you. You remember going back to Amy's dorm where the two of you and her roommate pulled an all night "study" session. Betsy was always eager but Amy needed constant encouragement. Both women got more loads from you than they could know what to do with, though.

An audible pop signals Betsy letting your now flaccid dick fall from her mouth. "Sorry Professor. I had to get in one last blowjob before you left for class. Shouldn't you be leaving soon?" She says with a smile...and a bit cum dripping off her lips.

You wiggle out of the bed, yawn, stretch and finally pull up your pants. Amy is stirring and looks annoyed at being awakened. Just as you are about to leave, you remember something and turn back to Amy. "Did you complete your homework?" A grin is stamped across your face. Amy just looks at you confused. "Three orgasms...with a cock in your mouth."

Her mouth just hangs open, shock plastered over her features. For a moment, you're tempted, but you're feeling sadistic all of a sudden. Still grinning, you say "Get it done before class. See you in an hour!" You turn and walk out the door. You can hear Betsy laughing from down the hall.

You're not really in a hurry yourself. You decide to take a quick shower in the women's dorm so you can admire the sights. After pinching a few asses and squeezing some tits, you get dressed and start a leisurely walk back to your classroom. You take the time to fantasize what form your instruction will take.

Inside, you find a few students clustered around your assistant, Bella, (you did get her name, didn't you?) looking for advice. They quickly return to their desks once you arrive. You take a few moments to get settled and look around the room. Just as you are about to begin, the door flies open and Amy rushes in. Her hair is a mess and what little make up she's wearing is badly smeared. There are obvious cum stains on her shirt and in her hair. She quickly takes the nearest empty desk and sits down, breathing heavily. Her face is flushed but you suspect that is only partly due to her running in so quickly. You give her a smile and a nod. The other ladies look her over as if appraising her.

"Ladies!" All eyes turn towards you. "Today, we're breaking the tonsil barrier. We're going to practice deep throating. Take a breath now." You pause a moment for effect. The students' faces range from confusion to apprehension to excitement. "Get out your study partner and position it on the desk in front of you." The women turn to their purses or backpacks to retrieve the dildos they received last class. The phalluses all have suction cups at the base that the ladies use to stick to their desks.

One student stands up. "Professor, I forgot my study partner." She says biting one finger and pivoting her hips back and forth. Her hair is dyed purple and pulled back in a braid. Her shirt is just a wide-woven fishnet that does nothing to cover her. A black bra is all that hides her DD cup tits. She wears a tiny skirt, fishnet stockings and calf length, high heeled boots. Various tattoos are spread across her body including her cheek, breasts and down her skirt. She is giving you a pouty look. The combination of goth and cute somehow works on her. You gesture for her to join you.

She journeys down to the front of the class, still sucking on her finger. When she gets to you, she leans into your side, pressing herself tightly against you. Your place your arm over her shoulders and openly squeeze her breast. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" you say just loud enough for her. She doesn't reply and only gives you a smile. Louder, so as to address the class, "I want all of you to place your hands on either side of the cock and try to touch your nose to the desk. Bella will be around to assist and gauge your ability. Me and Miss Fishnets here will be up front to demonstrate."

"Gemma, actually," she says around her finger.

"Like I care." You reply. She giggles as if you were joking. You lead her back to your demonstration chair, take your pants off and sit down. "First, warm up your cock with your tits. Take off your shirt and bra and give him a gentle rubbing, like you're saying 'hello'."

Gemma undoes her bra through her fishnet "shirt" and lets it fall to the floor, revealing pierced nipples. Not a surprise considering the rest of her appearance. She wraps your cock in her tits and pushes them together tightly. Before she can begin moving, you hook your fingers in the hoops and hoist her tits up. She gasps, then moans. You continue to guide her tits along your shaft, watching her cheeks turn a pleasant shade of red.

Looking up, you are pleased to see a sea of massive, bouncing tits stroking replicas of your cock. For a moment, you close your eyes and you think you can feel each set of tits on your length. "Now, take the whole shaft into your mouth. Don't try to work your way up to it. All of it at once, right now."

After a moment of hesitation, your students comply, taking the dildo with varying amounts of success. Bella is walking around quietly encouraging each woman. Some with her words, others with her hands.

You return your attention to the goth in front of you. "Are you ready?" you ask. As soon as she opens her mouth to reply, you grab the back of her head and pull her all the way into you. She barely gags. A slight muffled protest is all you get in response. "Still have some work to do," you tell her.

The rest of the class makes up for it with a cacophony of gasping and gagging. You hear Bella ordering them back down on the dildo. "Remember to breathe," you tell Gemma. "Now swallow!"

You feel her throat constrict around your cock and release. She tries to pull off of you, but you hold her down. "Again!" you order. Another pleasant squeeze.

"Again!" she swallows harder and tries to pull away once more. You firmly keep her head down and your cock buried deep inside her.

"Swallow!" It's like a wet handjob. Gemma's starting to gag now but you refuse to release her.

"Keep going!" What happens next is a combination of rapid tugs on your cock as Gemma frantically swallows and pin wheels her arms as she tries to throw herself off of you. You show no mercy and only begin to moan loudly.

The rest of the class stares at the spectacle in front of them as you ruthlessly **** the sexy punk to swallow your shaft. Moans turn to grunts as you approach climax, yelling "Swallow this, bitch!" You release a stream of cum directly into Gemma belly. Distracted by your orgasm, you finally release her. She pulls off and gasps for air, only to succeed in taking a blast of your fluids to her face.

Eyes plastered shut. Cum dripping off her face. She gasps and sputters for a few moments while she catches her breath again. "Clean this up," you tell her pointing at the mess on the floor leading back to your member. "And don't forget your study partner again."

Embarrassment and arousal war on her face as she begins to lick up the puddles on the floor.