End of Summer Session -- July 14th 2020
Professor Jennifer Mclaren was fed up having to teach online classes using Zoom, and the past few months had been long and unsettling. Overall, she found the online process awkward and ineffective. She was becoming accustomed to seeing eyes glaze over.
Having had enough, she decided to break the rules. The online summer semester was almost over and she needed the students' full attention for the review. The exam was going to be tough and there was no chance she'd grade them leniently because of the lockdown.
She got naked in her backyard where she often did her video lectures. The community where she lived was spacious enough that she had privacy along a nearby river stream. As a biology professor -- who's courses emphasize outdoor biology and reproduction -- being in tune with nature was part of her job.
Could her breasts be the new secret to her teaching success?
This idea was hatched several days ago, and with a few minutes before the online class started, Jennifer laid on the grass and fingered herself.
Her pussy immediately turned wet as her two fingers worked their magic. Outdoor masturbation was her guilty pleasure and her big nipples were swollen. She stopped at the brink of orgasm, wanting to remain in a sexualized state.
A minute before class started, Jennifer pulled her fingers out and cleaned them with a paper towel. She put on her panties and leggings, but remained barefoot on the grass. For her top, she slipped on a form-fitting white tshirt Nothing else.
She sat on the grass and opened her laptop, knowing this ploy would help focus the attention of her students on her, instead of their phones.
Jennifer was blessed with large nipples that matched her statuesque frame and she intended to use them to their full potential. It was a decision that plagued her, but for the success of her students, she was willing to pay the price.
When she logged into her Zoom account, she kept the camera focused only on her face. As always, she started class on time. When all the stragglers finally joined, she did the unthinkable.
Jennifer zoomed the camera outward so that her upper-body was shown clearly, along with the background of the trees and scenic beauty. On her laptop window, she saw her own nipples poking through her thin tshirt as the sun beamed down. She could only imagine what her students thought.
After a few seconds, she noticed a couple of male students looking closer at their screen. She even saw some of them clicking on their keypad, presumably to enlarge her image.
"Morning everyone," she said with a smile. "It's our last class and I'm proud of all of you. And I know that many of you will be in my Fall semester courses, so it's really important that you receive a passing grade here. So please, pay extra close attention for today's review."
Diving into the lecture, Jennifer's pussy was still buzzing from the outdoor masturbation session. But that was the whole point. It kept her nipples stimulated and seeing more eyes veer down to her chest was an exhilarating rush.
These students were mesmerized by her tits. It was almost comical to watch how many eyes were now drifting down.
Had this been a mistake? Forcing herself to ignore any negative consequence, she plunged into her lecture. As a consummate professional, she went through the class material for nearly two hours.
Beginning of Fall Semester -- August 24th 2020
As with all educational institutions, the University re-opened with a cautious approach. Many classes were still being conducted online. Others were strictly in-person. Some were hybrid models.
To her delight, she stepped into her early morning classroom and could sense the eagerness from her students. Enrollment was down across the campus, but her classroom seemed almost full. Perhaps the science students had a stronger thirst for in-person learning, she thought.
Jennifer's teaching philosophy was threefold: 1) to inspire a lifelong journey 2) to engage directly with students in the classroom, and 3) to integrate the classroom experience with something that would prove useful to a real world career in science.
Taking center stage, the students gave their full attention. Jennifer felt an energy she hadn't felt in many months. This was life. She was used to the occasional creepy leers from a few male students, but this time it was ridiculous. Borderline obscene! She figured that these college boys were probably sex starved from the lockdown.
"Good morning class," she said, starting things off. "I'm Professor Mclaren and welcome to Human Biology 350. It's good to be back in the classroom, isn't it?"
Her warm smile radiated in the classroom, and in return, she had gotten plenty of suggestive nods from male and female students alike.
Heading back to her office after class, she was convinced this was a turning point. She hadn't garnered this much attention in years. She had quickly gotten over the leering and dismissed it as the sexual frustration of young people.
Jennifer sat behind her office desk with a fresh cup of coffee and sifted through emails. It was a standard affair for the first day of a new semester. Most emails were from students wanting to add a course or make small inquiries.
But there was one email that would change her life forever.
Hi Professor Mclaren,
This is Amrita Patel. I was previously in several of your classes and now I'm a grad student going for a Master's Degree.
I'm assigned to be your T.A. for the Advanced Reproductive Biology course. It's a real honor and a last minute addition thanks to the Dean.
Additionally, I'm also the new President of the Inter-Sexual Students Association and a lot of our members are in this 11 am class. There's only a small number of students so it'll be an intimate learning experience.
Anyway, news has quietly spread amongst students about your extra-curricular activities. Frankly, I think it's so cool that you're open-minded like we are. I never could have imagined that you're actually one of us.
Can you please have a look at some of our recent meetings? It's how we heal and unite, while also advancing in the studies of biological sciences.
Let me know what you think of these short clips. We think fondly of you!
x Amrita
This was the first time Jennifer had ever been given a Teaching-Assistant without her knowledge. It was customary for teachers to pick. Equally as surprising was this 'reputation' Amrita was referring to.
Brushing off any concern, Jennifer opened the link.
The video played on her laptop and she saw Amrita butt naked outdoors. It was the side of campus that was secluded and blended with nature. Amrita was laying on her back doing yoga-style stretches with open legs. It seemed like the purpose of this was to allow sunshine into her glistening wet vagina.
In another clip, Amrita was naked in a lecture hall along with other students of all races and backgrounds. They were standing in a circle doing yoga poses. Fast forwarding the video, Amrita guided a female student to her back while male students formed a line.
When the first male student penetrated the female at Amrita's direction, it became too much to comprehend. This was pornography. On school grounds!
Closing the video, Jennifer was flabbergasted. In all her years in academia, she had never seen anything like this. Sure, a female student had accidentally sent her naked selfies before, but that was meant for a boyfriend. And she had seen dick pics from idiot students, sent to her from proxy email accounts, but that was anonymous and cowardly behavior.
This was something different. This was the first time a student had ever bared her sexuality in the most brazen way imaginable.
Jennifer decided to respond tactically. These days with political correctness, students have a lot of power so it was smart to be cautious. She replied:
Hi Amrita,
I'm thrilled to have you as my T.A. It's unexpected news.
As for your videos, it's most interesting. I'll admit, it really caught me off guard.
Can we meet privately in my office later? I'd like to talk some things over with you.
Prof. Mclaren
After dealing with thousands of students in her life, this was easily the most unusual circumstance she had ever found herself in.
Jennifer was positive that the Dean of the university really wanted to fuck her. She had always gotten that vibe from him, and women can always tell. Being as savvy as she was, she had turned that to her advantage, being able to have private meetings whenever she wanted.
They started off with the usual small talk, with the Dean wanting to know how the students are doing, and Jennifer provided a rundown of her honest feedback. Then she dropped the bombshell.
"A former student of mine named Amrita Patel is claiming to be my new teaching assistant. She also claims that you personally selected her for the job."
The Dean winced, then he looked surprised. "Oh yeah, that's correct. I was supposed to tell you about that but I forgot. My schedule is relentless."
"Likewise. And do you know about the activities of the Inter-Sexual Students Association? This particular student is the President of that organization and she sent me material..."
He interrupted, "Stop right there. I know what you're referring to, and quite frankly, I'm allowing it."
Jennifer was stunned by the swift rebuke. She always had a great working relationship with the Dean and had become accustomed to having her concerns heard and pondered. Never had she been shut down like this.
It was also clear that the Dean knew exactly what she was referring to.
"You're allowing it?" she asked curiously. "Students are having sex on campus and inside classrooms. Ordinarily they'd be disciplined, or even expelled for this."
"Yes -- ordinarily -- but these are unusual times."
She lifted an eyebrow. "Which means that students get to send me campus pornography with zero repercussions?"
"It's a new world and we have to adapt."
"Let me be clear about something," she said, trying to center herself. "I don't want anyone expelled. I don't want anyone disciplined. All I want is to protect the reputation of this academic institution. Think about the internet. Something like this will go viral and end up on every porn site on the planet. This university will be ruined."
The Dean shook his head and leaned in. "Here's the unfortunate truth, Jenny. The school will be broke. Flat, fucking broke."
Jennifer was flabbergasted as the Dean delivered the news in a solemn tone. The curse word added an extra touch. Everyone knew there'd be a financial hit, but to use the word 'broke' to describe the situation?
"How? I thought the budget was balanced."
"That was before. People don't want to pay for a half-assed online education. Many students are waiting until there's a vaccine before returning to campus. Students are dropping classes at unprecedented levels."
"Oh my god," she sighed.
"We're looking at serious cuts if things don't turn around next semester. We have to be inventive to lure students back to the classroom. It's the reality of our situation."
As a tenured professor, she reflected on the privilege she had having a guaranteed income. Not everyone was in the same situation. Having taught here for nearly a decade, she viewed the faculty and staff as family. Layoffs would be devastating.
Then something clicked in Jennifer's head and it all made sense.
"Why did Amrita email me that video?" she inquired. "And what did she hear about me? Apparently there are rumors going around about how 'open-minded' I am to certain things."
The Dean remained steadfast as she presented her question.
"Your nipples were poking through your tshirt in a recent Zoom class. That lecture was recorded and shared privately by students on various social media sites. A lot of students joked that they'd register for your classes again."
"An unfortunate incident," she said through clenched teeth, hiding her sudden regret for showing her nipples.
"But it got me thinking. So I may have let information slip to the Inter-Sexual Association that you're an ally of their cause."
Jennifer went wide-eyed. "You what!?"
"Now wait a second," the Dean said with outstretched hands, trying to calm things down. "It worked, didn't it? Enrollment went up."
She exhaled, shaking her head. "What exactly did you tell these students?"
"I told the club that you're a body-positive sexually liberated educator that shares their philosophy."
"But I don't," she said, once again gritting her teeth.
"Think about the students. We both know online learning doesn't work. They need to be in the classroom. Think of all the jobs you're saving. You've always been a wonderful team player."
"I still am," she reminded.
"Then you'd agree that maybe Ms. Patel has new teaching methodologies that could have great potential. We have to think beyond the pandemic and into the future of education. Keep an open mind and listen to what she has to offer. Ms. Patel is one of our brightest grad students."
When the Dean said that, Jennifer's ears perked. Finding new ways of engaging students had long been her desire. Her interest was piqued at this novel approach, but there was still a lot of consequences to consider.
Jennifer played coy. "It sounds like you're letting the inmates run the asylum."
"Not at all. You'll be in charge of the class."
"I understand."
"So you'll work with Ms. Patel?"
Being a team player meant sacrifices. Being a tenured professor who was on track to becoming a Department Chair also meant putting students first.
"Alright, I'll give it a try," she said, playfully throwing her hands up. "This planet is backwards at the moment and there's nothing to lose."
The Dean smiled, "I knew you'd see things my way."
Advanced Reproductive Biology-- The 11 am Class
She left the meeting flustered. Part of her was shocked, they actually expected her -- Jennifer Mclaren, Professor of Biology - to adapt an experimental teaching methodology which required her to embrace nudity at the whims of her 'sexually liberated' young students.
This was inconceivable at any other point in history, but at the same time, it was true that the standard method of teaching was becoming outdated at a rapid pace. Evolution needed to happen within academics, which involved drastic measures.
Back in her office, all she could think about was how her body would react or feel. Just the idea of being around naked students, or being naked herself, caused her heart to beat faster. She imagined her clothes being removed, eyes feasting on her body, maybe a little touching.
Reflexively, her hand slipped to her breasts and she gently squeezed them through her lace bra. 'Would they like my body?' She asked herself. She let her hand slip lower, rubbing her tummy and down to her thighs.
Jennifer shook those feelings off when she looked at the time. She had never masturbated in her office before and she didn't intend to start now.
Class was starting soon and she checked her emails again in case there was anything urgent. One of them caught her attention:
Hello Prof. Mclaren,
I'm here early and the students in Advanced Reproductive Biology seem restless. I'm taking them outside to the park area near Phelps Hall. I hope you don't mind. The Dean said this was okay.
See you there!
Amrita
It was the first time anyone had ever steered her class without her knowledge. She had always prided herself on being the captain of the ship. But she had to remind herself that this was a new world.
She smoothed her clothing, grabbed her things, and locked the office door.
The outdoor area was a bit of a distance so she walked briskly. At this rate, she'd be late, but there was nothing she could do. Especially when other students and faculty members made quick chats with her.
Once outside, Jennifer saw her group of students standing in a circle. There were 19 of them, eyes closed, with their faces up at the sky to absorb the natural rays of sunlight.
Amrita Patel was leading the pact with a yoga routine with hands pressed together in a praying position. The grad student was wearing a long Indian-style Ghaghra skirt, a colorful blouse, and a traditional saree to complete the look.
The teaching-assistant undressed with remarkable ease. Everything came off in front of all the other students. Her skin was a beautiful chocolate color and her black nipples appeared rock hard. Amrita blushed and giggled while rubbing her hands on her bare hips.
Other students blushed and giggled, too. More than half of the other students also chose to get naked, and after shaking off the initial nerves, they reformed their circle. Their faces tilted up towards the sun.
"Now harness more of the sun's energy," Amrita said, promoting a holistic style.
The teaching-assistant was the first to lay on the grass, flat on her back. Then she lifted her legs in the air and spread her ankles apart. Years of yoga had allowed Amrita to hold this pose with ease. It allowed sunlight to shine in her vaginal entrance.
Other students followed and performed the difficult pose to the best their bodies would allow.
"Stretch, spread, and feel," Amrita said, as if this were more of a spiritual class than a rigorous academic course.
For once, Professor Mclaren felt like an intruder in her own class. She did her best to embrace the nudity, as this was the 'new normal.' Then she marched towards the group of mostly naked students.
"Good morning," Professor Mclaren said to the group, catching her breath from the speed walking. "My apologies for being late."
The group gave their pleasant greetings to the professor in the midst of their stretching and outdoor leisure.
Amrita kept her legs open. "Hi, professor. I hope you don't mind, but I'm leading the group in a pre-learning exercise. Before our minds can get in tune with nature, our bodies must be there first."
The simple statement was all Jennifer needed to know that she'd be in for a long semester. She was almost entranced by the sight of the penises and vaginas that surrounded her. Amrita seemed to be wet by this process, with sunlight glistening from that pink hole.
"Can I have a private word with you for a moment?" the professor asked.
"Sure thing."
Giving one last stretch, Amrita stood up and pressed her bare feet onto the grass. Instead of getting dressed, the teaching-assistant remained naked with dark nipples and a bare body on full display.
They stepped aside in the outdoor area. There weren't many people around in this part of campus. The students ended their stretching and shared banter.
"What exactly did the Dean tell you?" Professor Mclaren asked.
"Is something wrong?"
It was obvious that the last thing Amrita wanted was conflict. Could a partnership like this really work? Could they really form a collaborative effort to further the state of modern education?
Professor Mclaren's eyes went up and down the nude body. "Nothing's wrong. I'd just like to know so we're on the same page."
"I was told that I'd be an integral part of this course. That the teachings of the human body and sexuality would be unfettered. That we'd be allowed to explore new ideas."
"Naked," the teacher added.
"Clothing optional is a more accurate term," Amrita smiled. "Students should be made to feel comfortable in their environment, which is what we have to create."
Jennifer's eyes inadvertently drifted to the breasts again. "Of course. Honestly, I'm still trying to process everything. I'm from a different generation."
"I completely understand," Amrita replied. "My parents are religious and super traditional. They'd freak if they ever found out about this."
"How long do you plan on staying naked?" Jennifer asked as kindly as possible, hoping this was a passing phase. "No offense, I'm just curious."
Amrita touched the underside of her own breasts. "Does this bother you at all?"
"Frankly, I'm not as uptight or prissy as my reputation suggests. I've always been an advocate for body positivity. I'm also open to new methods of learning. But an important part of a learning environment is that everyone must feel welcome."
"Hmm.... Well, take a look at our class."
They looked at the group of students and a few more had gone naked, which comprised of a clear majority now. The non-naked students were giggling and ogling at the naked ones. It was plain to see that all the students had embraced this concept.
"Point taken," Jennifer said.
"I know it's scary and a little weird, but it's all about comfort. I still remember being a newly inducted member of the Inter-Sexual Students Association years ago. I literally cried when the group of over 30 students saw me butt naked."
"How did you get over it?"
"Lots of experience. Now this feels like the most natural thing in the world."
The confidence in the TA's voice was grounding and Jennifer knew that these people embraced this. On the other hand, the most nudity Jennifer had ever done was posing for art classes back when she was a college student, but this felt like a totally different league of body confidence.
"Let's sort this out later," the professor said. "Class needs to be taught."
Amrita flashed a grin. "The perfect testing ground for your first experience."
"No thanks, Ms. Patel. I'm fine the way I am."
"This only works if we both participate equally. We can take turns doing demonstrations each week. Your first time will be like a community building exercise. Trust me."
With a pounding heart, Jennifer dropped her things and allowed her new assistant to unbutton her blouse, removing it. The group of students looked at her while she stood in her bra. When the bra was unclasped, Jennifer's breasts were freed and her large brown nipples instantly turned hard from the exposure to her students.
She resisted the urge to cover her chest. This was, after all, for the sake of learning and adapting to a new age.
Thinking of the jobs she'd also be saving, she allowed Amrita to go down and remove her shoes, socks, and pants. As someone who goes for regular outdoor runs and hikes, Jennifer had great legs. When the panties were removed, Professor Mclaren was naked alongside her assistant and all of the students feasted their eyes.
"An interesting way to begin a semester," Jennifer nervously tried to laugh off, injecting humor into an otherwise awkward situation.
Amrita gazed at the naked teacher. "I guess class is officially in session, right professor?"
"That appears to be the case."
The teacher stood naked before the class as the students remained sitting. This was like some sort of bizarre dream, but she tried to remain professional about things, even while eyes gazed at her nipples and pussy.
She made her introductory statements as usual. And she even made a few jokes about their nudity to ease the tension. Every so often, her eyes peered around the campus, praying that no one was watching this from afar. So far, the coast was clear and they had privacy, which wouldn't last forever.
Professor Mclaren checked attendance and had everyone introduce themselves. These students were a new breed with a different attitude towards sexuality than her own generation. It made her feel old compared to their modern mindset.
After all the introductions were done, it immediately dawned on her that there was no access to a screen. Being impromptu left her unprepared. Typically, her classes started with computers and visuals, then only later in the semester would they go out into nature to explore things further.
"Today's class will have to be modified without my laptop," Jennifer said, then she quipped, "More modified than it already is."
Amrita stepped in and chirped, "We can start with week 3 of the syllabus. The introduction to the vulva and other reproductive matters."
The tone in the assistance's voice was concerning because Jennifer knew there was more than education in mind. In fact, looking at her students, many of whom were in the Inter-Sexual club, their eyes had lit up.
Having promised the Dean she'd give this new form of teaching a chance, Jennifer was curious about what her new assistant was planning. After all, Ms. Patel seemed like a girl who knew what she was doing.
"Did you have anything in mind?" Jennifer asked.
Of course, Amrita did. "Many of these students know me very well. So...."
The assistance's voice lingered with a sly expression on her face, letting Jennifer know exactly what the plan was, without even saying it.
"You can't be serious," Jennifer said in a low voice, trying to avoid a public disagreement about the direction of the class.
"Give it a try. If it's not your thing, we can always switch. But I had spent the summer conceptualizing this sort of learning strategy and I'm certain it'll work with these eager-minded students. It's what my Master's degree is based on."
As someone who regularly works with students pursuing higher education, how could Jennifer refuse? Guiding students was her life's mission. These students were trusting enough to get naked first. They were already viewing her tits and pussy, what was a little bit more?
Jennifer took a deep breath. "Alright, you win. But I reserve the right to tap out."
"Yay!"
She was taken by the hand and Amrita pulled her inside the circle of mostly naked students. Once again, she looked out onto the campus, hoping and praying no one was seeing this. The coast was still clear.
When she was told to lay flat across the grass, Jennifer did it. She laid down. The sky was blue, there were a few clouds, the sun shined on her body, and she could see the naked students huddling around her. They peered down at her as if she were an object of wonder. It made sense that they'd be curious, because when are students ever given a chance to admire a highly respected educator?
To her utter disbelief, she felt Amrita pulling at her legs, spreading them, lifting the knees, and keeping the ankles apart. Jennifer's pussy was exposed and the class of 19 students all moved towards it for a good look.
She remained still and looked at the class. The last thing she wanted to do was crush the spirit of her assistant who was eager to explore. Besides, even with the class looking at her pussy, she was still genuinely curious as to how an educational environment like this would actually work.
Amrita gestured to the teacher's pussy, "As you can see, we have a perfectly healthy clitoris, labia, and urethral opening. Professor Mclaren is in her late 40's, so this is what things look like compared to my vagina."
Without warning, Jennifer felt her pussy being touched, prodded, and examined by the assistant. The students observed closely.
A finger slipped inside her pussy and she became intensely aroused. Then two fingers went in with a slow and steady motion.
"Our professor is already moist," Amrita said, fingering the pussy. "Notice how wet she is. Notice her clitoris turning erect. Even at her age, things still work the way nature had intended, and it will still work for years to come. So there's nothing to fear, ladies. As for the gentlemen here, don't be afraid of women at this age."
While being fingered, Jennifer could see the facial expressions of these students. Their curiosity was off the charts. Their eyes full of wonder. The nipples of female students turned erect. Some of the male students had to cover their growing erections.
She hadn't seen students this captivated in years. It was every teacher's dream. Was this worth the sacrifice? Jennifer had to wonder. She felt her pussy turn wetter, which soaked Amrita's fingers.
"This is exactly how a properly functioning vagina should work," Amrita said in amazement, plunging her fingers in and out. "Professor Mclaren, you're a river."
Jennifer turned beet red. "My apologies."
"Don't apologize at all. This is exactly what we need to see in order to learn. Do you mind if I do a taste test? It's the purest form of learning, especially since we're outside."
"Go for it."
Despite her reservation, she allowed it, assuming Amrita would give her finger a small lick at best.
Instead, Amrita fell to her knees, between Jennifer's open legs. She felt herself being showered with kisses all over her mound, then onto the labia, until finally her clitoris was sucked. The tongue went down into her hole. Establishing a slow but steady rhythm, Amrita tongue-fucked the professor, eliciting a guttural moan filled with ecstasy. It went on for several minutes until Jennifer screamed out loud. She just had an orgasm and nearly burst into tears.
"Delicious, if I may say so," Amrita said after some thought. "The taste is similar to mine. Would anyone else like to try?"
Jennifer froze in horror, but remained silent, wondering how students would react to this indecent proposal. Sure enough, a shy Asian girl was the first to step up, bending down to give a good lick. The girl nodded and giggled. Others followed suit. A few male students were next, followed by more female students. As it turned out, most of the students were interested in what her vaginal juices and orgasm tasted like.
"What about the tightness?" a male student inquired. "Is there any notable difference?"
While laying there, Jennifer got the sneaking suspicion that this male student already knew the answer. He just wanted to explore her pussy further, and she was certain that Amrita wouldn't fall for the trick.
Amrita indulged the male student, "It's a good question. Professor Mclaren, do you mind if we give that a test?"
"Why not?" the professor replied, laying her head back. "As long as they learn something new."
Even though she came, Professor Mclaren's naughty side was in need of another orgasm. This was a completely new experience and her body was responding to the unique stimulus of being used by a group of young people. On campus of all places!
The last thing she expected was to be fucked. Yet it was about to happen. She laid flat on her back, expecting the students to simply examine her pussy, but she was shocked when the male student positioned himself on top of her. Amrita did the honors of guiding the student's dick into her pussy.
With a thrust, Jennifer was penetrated. In her heightened state of arousal, her legs jerked up and wrapped around the student. Her feet were in the air as she was being pounded. The student held firm and pushed deep into her wet cunt, and Jennifer had never been so stunned.
Every fiber in her body knew this was wrong. She was a professor! Word of this spreading would ruin her reputation. Her career would be in the gutter. This went against her entire philosophy that she prided herself on.
But she remembered the quote from the Dean, 'It's a new world and we have to adapt.' The school needed these students to remain enrolled to save the budget. And in today's world, students expect a hands-on approach to learning, that's both ethical and worldly. Who was she to deny them these lessons?
The thrusts moved faster and faster. She looked him in the eyes and could tell that he was close to cumming. It was normal considering how pent up this student must have been from the lockdown. And she knew her pussy was special. All she wondered was where he'd cum.
An empty feeling was left in her pussy when the student suddenly pulled out. The young man furiously jerked his cock, aiming at her stomach. It wasn't long before he moaned and made a huge mess across her belly, aiming things perfectly as if he had done this before. When he finished, he looked totally dazed and relaxed.
"You better have learned something," Jennifer said, poking the student with her big toe. "Because it's not everyday that I let a student have sex with me."
His eyes were still glazed. "Thank you, Professor Mclaren. I... umm... learned a lot"
"That's what I like to hear."
Before she had a chance to get up to clean the mess on her stomach, another male student sheepishly got between her legs. The male student asked for a turn, with a raging hard dick pointed between her legs. Close to another orgasm, Jennifer agreed. This was too good of an opportunity for either of them to pass up.
Jennifer was penetrated again and her feet were back in the air. This young man fucked her with more vigor, perhaps because the mood had loosened up and the students were more relaxed. Either way, she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm.
The cum was still sitting on her belly, until Amrita bent down and took a big finger-full to eat, sucking it into her mouth.
"There's something about semen heated in sunlight," Amrita said to the group, after licking her finger clean. "It has a more alkaline flavor. Come on everyone, give it a try."
The students -- both male and female -- approached Professor Mclaren while she was being fucked and dipped their fingers into the cum that was splashed across her belly.
When the fingers had picked up the biggest globs, mouths descended on her body for cleanup. This happened at Amrita's direction, and Jennifer laid there while getting fucked, as mouths licked the cum remnants on her stomach, along with sucking her big brown nipples.
Looking up, Jennifer saw Amrita's face inches away. She knew they were about to kiss, and they did. Amrita bent down to make it happen, and with wet lips, Jennifer was able to taste her own pussy juices from when the assistant went down on her earlier. Their tongues swapped and it felt like a spectacular combination along with the fucking and the mouths across her body.
She came again from the student's cock in her pussy. Her body shook and trembled. The male student pulled out and jerked off across her body. Once again, Jennifer's body was glazed in cum. With each spurt, the mouths of the students performed a clean up. When cum hit her nipples, Jennifer was left breathless when the students lapped it up. Her big nipples had always been sensitive and she loved having them sucked.
Hands and tongues freely roamed Professor Mclaren's body. It was pure bliss as she laid there helplessly on the grass. Amrita kissed her lips and cheeks.
"You look happy," Amrita noted.
"I feel like a new woman."
"You see, class," Amrita said to everyone. "This is exactly how we'll conduct our semester. Everything will be hands on and functional. Now find a partner and continue exploring."
In that very moment, Jennifer realized that she had more than just a teaching-assistant. She had a partner. A co-leader. Someone who could help her evolve her thinking for a new generation.
Professor Mclaren stood up on wobbly legs. Naked, she looked around the campus to ensure their privacy. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw groups of students looking from afar. She was being seen in all her naked glory and she refused to be embarrassed about it.
Whether or not this was a good idea was still up for debate. Six weeks into that course, it still felt highly experimental.
To the rest of the school, she was still the esteemed Professor Mclaren. In her other classes, she remained properly dressed and did normal lectures in the classroom.
For the outdoor class, she was naked along with the rest of the group as they explored the ins and outs of the reproductive system in nature. Attendance was perfect and student participation was uncanny.
Often times they'd use her pussy as a model, other times, like today, they used her mouth. Jennifer led the class in a taste test, as taught to her by the ever helpful Amrita. Students would place a sample of their orgasmic release onto a microscope slide and they'd share it.
Jennifer was hesitant at first, but the boldness of her students only encouraged her. She gave each of the samples a taste with her tongue and shared her thoughts while other students did the same.
Sometimes she'd get the sample right from the source, taking the tips of each penis into her mouth after they'd ejaculate onto a slide. She sucked and slurped around the head for the most amount of freshness possible, which was always important for research. The same thing was done with her female students.
Licking her lips and swallowing, Professor Mclaren wondered if it was time to share these findings with her fellow academics.
The End
