Student Demonstrations

Ian didn't know what to do next. All he could think about was the cum-drenched brunette in front of him.

In his head, they were still fucking: Or rather, she was on her knees, getting her throat fucked. She was slobbering all over his giant meat stick while Ian rolled his cock in and out of her mouth. Her hazel eyes were looking up at him lustfully, begging Ian to shoot another load. Every time she thought about Ian's cum, professor LaChaud's tongue flickered a bit, tickling his cock's sensitive most sensitive spot...

Ian's fantasy was interrupted when the students answered the question for him.

"We want to practice!" The students said enthusiastically. "Mr. Ian can help us train for our lab final."

"Lab final?" Ian was confused. This didn't seem like the kind of class where students had to endure such conventional forms of academic grading.

"Yes," Professor LaChaud explained, "while most of our class time focuses on lectures and solo demonstrations of sexual communication, we finish the class with a presentation where each student demonstrates how their favorite sounds and words illicit the best possible sex for them and their partner.

"Normally, the students do all their preparation outside of class, but since we have such a special... resource, I think we can make an exception." Ms. LaChaud started softly stroking Ian's cock, which had already returned to full hardness. "Who would like to go first?"

All the female students' hands shot up in the air. Most them were still fingering themselves, or grabbing their tits. They were doing anything could to get Ian's attention in anticipation of what they knew Ms. LaChaud would say next.

"Ok, baby..." Ms. LaChaud whispered into Ian's ear, pressing her big tits into his suit jacket, getting it sticky with cum. "It looks like you get to choose. Do any of the students look they need some extra attention?"

Ian recalled a couple of ladies he noticed before his first performance. He scanned the room and found the thick blonde girl who had been fucking her tits with a pencil. She was once again putting her massive melons to good use, pushing her cleavage together for a male student, who thrust his big black cock entirely into and out of them, while one of her female classmates fucked her pussy with a bright lime green dildo. When Ian found her, the blonde turned to meet his gaze and silently mouthed,

"Please fuck my ass, sir?"

As if on cue, the student fucking the blonde's tits yelled, "I'm going to cum!" The blonde took the 10-inch fuckstick in her mouth, but kept her eyes locked on Ian. She didn't break eye contact for a moment, even as she swallowed gulp after gulp of hot seed. Not even when she came herself, and her juices rolled down her legs. When she finished swallowing, a single drop of cum escaped the left corner of mouth, dripping down her chin.

"Well, well, I see we have a winner!" Professor LaChaud said. Of course, Ian had once again been staring for a few minutes, which was driving all the other women crazy. Even the professor was having a hard time staying on her feet with such large, veiny tool bulging in front of her.

"Well done, Becky. What did you do to make Mr. White take such a shine to you? I think the whole class would benefit from hearing about you technique."

"Well," Becky began, getting up from her knees and heading to the platform at the front of the class. "When I saw Mr. White's massive cock at the beginning of class, I showed him how great I am milking dicks with my tits, by demonstrating with a pencil." Turning to face the class, she bent forward and pushed chest together for maximum effect, making Ian's dick flinch in anticipation.

"Then, when it was time for him to choose, I begged him to fuck my ass." She continued. "Of course I was titty-fucking Charlie and cumming on Natalie's toys at the time, so that helped."

"One question," Ms. LaChaud replied. "This room was full squealing cum-sluts dying to get their asses pounded by Mr. White's thick meatstick," resuming a light stroke on Ian's cock as she spoke, "and I didn't hear anything from you except for Charlie's dick slapping against your delicious melons. How did he get the message?"

"Well..." Becky was a bit bashful as got ready to answer, and rosy circles started to form at the center of her rosy cheeks. "Well once I noticed he was staring, I just stared back and mouthed the words. I could tell he got the message because he started sweating and his cock started throbbing harder."

"Ah, very good," Ms. LaChaud reluctantly removed her hand from Ian's dick to applaud Becky's work. The professor turned back to Ian, "Professor White, I think it might make sense for you to remove your clothes, as they've gotten quite messy. We can have them cleaned and returned to you by the end of the day."

Ian quickly undressed and joined Becky on the stage. The thought of squeezing his dick between Becky's round butt cheeks was exclusive in his mind, leaving no room for sane questions like; "What am I going to wear to my next class?"