(Professor Roger's diary continues. It is unexpurgated, so forgive any crudities. I have asked to be allowed to edit, but all I get is "no." Americans!
As always, all of our delightful female students are eighteen or nineteen years old.)
Maggie led me around the pond to a secluded place amongst the bushes where we could clean up. She surprised me by going off to one side, squatting and peeing. She looked at me the whole time, saying: "It just helps to get your stuff out of me."
Maggie was really something: shy and blushing at times, but now openly urinating with everything out there, right in front of me. I shrugged and joined her, pissing into a pile of already decayed leaves to clear out my own un-shot semen. Maggie laughed and said I looked just like one of those statues that constantly pee into fountains.
I wasn't worried about going in bareback. All of the girls were regularly injected with powerful contraceptives. In fact, the main reason for the Academy's four weeks of class, followed by two weeks off, was to give their young bodies time to recover.
Maggie was a petite light-skinned Irish lass with dark red hair and freckles all over. Her outstanding feature (or features) were 32D breasts which were topped off with dark brown nipples and matching aureole.
Maggie found some leaves that had just recently fallen and dipped them into the pond. "It's perfectly clean," she informed me. She used some of the leaves on herself, wiping off her own pudenda first, then proceeded to clean my cock with the biggest grin on her face.
As she was finishing up, I confided my fantasy: I wanted to take her into the forest behind us, both of us naked, and roam around with her in nature and in the sunlight all day. Maggie was delighted with that. She told me it was "near impossible" to get lost, and that there was a scenic overlook from which we could spy on the sleepy village below. Maggie informed me that she planned to "jump up and down naked" and hope that "some lucky bloke" was looking up at her.
Maggie stayed on campus weekends, and students who stayed were required to be totally nude the entire time anyway.
The Academy did have a strict weekend dress code to discourage casual visitors: not only did female students have to be naked, but female visitors also were required to surrender all of their clothing at the front desk. The only difference between the two sets of nudes strolling the campus on Saturdays and Sundays was that students were required to "submit to reasonable, non-harassing, non-penetrative requests for sexual play." Female visitors were clearly identified by colorful photo i. d.'s that they wore around their necks. Any time they also wanted to indulge in some sexual adventures, they could simply leave their i. d.'s in their rooms.
I put my clothes back on; Maggie had nothing to wear besides a black, metal-ringed collar attached to a matching leash. She was my nude guide and my naked pet for the rest of the school day, a gift for me from the much too generous Dean Williams.
I had already stripped Miss Maggie naked in front of her classmates and given her an intense orgasm with my entire right hand inside of her. Now, I had just fucked her without very much foreplay at all, leaning her over a wood and metal park bench and entering her sweet interior from behind. Naturally, she was wondering what was next on our naughty agenda.
I looked at my watch. "Lunch?" I asked. Maggie rolled her eyes as if to say 'men and their appetites!'
The dining hall surprised me. I was expecting something staid and stuffy; instead, it was set up more like a trendy restaurant. There was a lower seating area that looked like a converted sunroom. Throughout were tables covered in white cloths.
Maggie was trying her best to act nonchalant in her nude, leashed and collared state. We did get our share of looks and obvious whispered conversations. What: they had never seen a naked girl on a leash in here before?
Just when I was going to try to find a table, the door to our left flew open. A burst of kitchen noise and cooking odors flew out, along with a rather handsome young man with a mop of dark blonde hair in a chef's jacket.
Maggie stopped dead. "Jacques!" she exclaimed.
Jacques stopped dead. "Maggie?!" When I use the phrase "his eyes raked her naked form" I sincerely mean that. His deep brown eyes were dancing over every square inch of Maggie's delectably exposed flesh.
Meanwhile, Maggie had suddenly adopted a model's stance, with one leg bent, one straight. Her arms were crossed over her breasts. The very same girl who had just squatted down and peed in front of me to help clean out my semen was now hiding her naked state from this man. Hmmm... what was going on here?
Jacques was never going to notice my presence, much less my existence with naked Maggie standing inches in front of him. I stuck my hand out-- the brash American. "Professor David Rogers."
He looked at me as if I had just materialized. "Jacques Campan: head chef of this... amazing place!"
I looked around. At least ten of Maggie's classmates were already seated, bare breasts quite visible in their open shelf bras. There were also a handful of beaming male professors, obviously quite pleased that Dean had already chosen to strip all of the pretty teens down to their skimpy lingerie in home room. Yes, it was definitely an amazing place. And then there was Maggie...
"Dear girl," he said in a French accent that I'm sure entranced the ladies, "whatever did you do to end up this way?!"
I jumped in. "It's merely an exercise... each of the girls here will be going through it. It's to teach them submission, compliance and discipline."
"Ahh..." he breathed in as if he was inhaling her. "But you, monsieur; you are so lucky to be able to walk around with such an amazingly beautiful naked prize!"
I looked to Maggie who had her head down, sweetly blushing nearly down to her brown nipples. I studied Jacques, who was completely entranced.
"As long as you take care of her, and see that she is well-fed, I entrust her to you for the hour." I held out her leash.
They both gasped and said "what?!" simultaneously.
"Go ahead," I said to Maggie. "I'm sure Jacques will take good care of you." She looked at me in disbelief, then at Jacques, who was beaming. I handed him the leash. He actually bowed. "I am in your debt, sir." As he led naked Maggie to the kitchen he said to her "The guys in the kitchen will be thrilled with you!"
"Guys?!" Maggie's eyes widened. Before the door closed behind her bare ass I heard male shouts of joy in British, French and Spanish accents that burst out all at once at the unexpected nude vision who had just walked in. I knew though that these two had some kind of unrequited crush on each other, and that Monsieur Jacques would do his best to protect her.
"That was amazing!" I turned to my right into the sweetest classic British girl face, framed by flowing waves of dark hair. My eyes traveled down to sumptuous breasts encased in a black open-shelf bra that were at least 36C. I recognized this creature from home room this morning. She indeed had the largest and most impressive set of the nineteen bare-breasted female students.
"Olivia, or Liv to my friends." She held out her hand. Perhaps influenced by Jacques, I took that soft hand and kissed it.
"So nice to meet you, Liv."
Her whole sweet face crinkled with a smile at my instant familiarity. "Those two--" she inclined her pretty head toward the kitchen "have got it bad for each other. But he hasn't even touched her naked, much less done it! This will be sooo good for her. She will be soooo excited providing all the cooks and the waiters and the busboys lunchtime entertainment-- she will be out of control when she gets out!"
"Oh Liv. Leave it to you to know what's good for everyone!" It was my little friend Andie from class this morning. She had such a teasing tone and such a smile for a face as serious as hers, I knew that these two had to be the best of friends.
"Would you like to sit with us Professor?" Andie asked. "That's our usual table and we are running a bit late..."
