(All of our female students are eighteen or nineteen years old. As always, we professors are even older!)
Enjoy!)
I waited, sprawled out naked on my mattress, a fresh white towel spread out before me for the next nude girl to lie on. I had the taste of McClean's scotch in my mouth-- cheap scotch my ass!-- and I was ready to replace it with the taste of a hot wet teenager's dripping cunt.
McClean had just demonstrated his impressive vaginal stretching and exercise techniques on my Maggie. I could only hope to match him 50%! The professor was simply one of most skilled girl-handlers I had ever seen. He had actually made Miss Maggie cum by trying to insert her clitoris into his cock hole.
Maggie was back with the other girls, presumably getting her exceptionally messy pussy all cleaned up. I was so ready to just move on to Miss Andie. We had quickly developed a quite intense sexual longing for each other. How was I going to break it to Professor McClean that I only wanted to drag that naked little light brown-skinned girl out of here and fuck her mercilessly, and in private?
"Professor...?" I heard a sweet, young girl's very pleasant voice on the other side of the privacy curtain. McClean was going to "do" another girl just a few mattresses away, so we had some shielding. I was more than ready to simply use a curvy little nineteen-year-old blonde's hot young body to keep me warm and hard for Miss Andie.
This next girl would be the first one whose vagina I would stretch out on my own, and who would then demonstrate to me that she had done her Kegels by clamping down on me from the inside.
Miss Emily entered, stark naked as I had requested, silly little robe left behind. She had such a sweet smile on her girlish face, with her hands clasped behind her back. How can I describe her? Google 'curvy naked nineteen-year-old blonde' and see.
Her hair was long and richly flowing-- cascading past her shoulder blades with bright highlights. I'm guessing she was 34B - 24 - 35. Her breasts were perfectly round with dark pink nipples that were simply the hard buttons poking out of her circular areolae.
Emily was in such fine shape-- though not overly muscular-- that one could trace the line of her firm body from mid-clavicle to between her breasts, and then all the way down to her rounded belly which retained only a hint of her baby fat.
Of course, I had already encountered this sweet young thing this morning in Dean's homeroom class, but then she was just one of a dizzying array of delightful bodies stripping off their skirts and their blouses for my enjoyment.
Emily's pussy was among the nicest and tidiest that I had ever seen. First, she had it lightly trimmed over her outer labia but then let it get jungle thick and a bit messy about a third of the way up to her tummy. Her vulva was neatly divided into three sections between her firm, meaty outer lips. First was her clitoral hood which simply looked like a perky little treat and totally sandwiched in place. Then her inner labia suddenly spread out in a lacy looking droopy and darker-pink sprawl. Finally, her vagina was a deceptively slit-like affair, deep pink and framed by a delicate ring of rippled lighter pink female flesh.
"Do you like me?" she asked.
What a silly question! I was lying back naked with a raging erection. Still...
"Turn around for me, you little cutie! Let me see that famous bubble butt of yours."
She did a 180 and giggled. Oh. My. Yes: this was one of roundest, cutest, firmest, most touchable and kissable asses I had seen in a long time.
Miss Emily looked over her bare left shoulder with her soulful brown eyes. "My Dad's the one who calls me 'bubble butt.'"
I told her to turn around. Now that statement was out there and I went for it.
"Has your Dad seen you naked?"
Emily's eyes got wide and she blinked. Finally a sigh. "I kinda grew up that way. We weren't nudists per se, but none of us wore clothes if we didn't feel like it. It was just my Mum and Dad and me. Except when someone came over-- until I was eighteen, I had to cover up."
I bit my lip and stared. "You're some kind of mix of British and American... your accent, and some of your expressions..."
She laughed. "You got me, Mr Holmes! I grew up in the Midwest until I was nine. Then my Dad got assigned to the London embassy and I've lived here ever since."
Everything she said was a tease to another story. "Who saw you naked when you turned eighteen?"
Emily's eyes widened. "Oh. It was my eighteenth birthday, so Daddy took me to the Institute. He's sort of an unofficial consultant there. You haven't heard of it? It's a place where the filthy rich set up charitable foundations to feel better about themselves. Oh and they hang out naked."
I shook my head. I got up and circled her. I started to lightly touch her body: her ribcage, her waist, her hips, her thighs. "Go on," I said.
"Ummm... my Daddy kinda presented me naked to everyone... outdoors by the big pool. It was my birthday party, and there were all these billionaires, celebrities, athletes. I was in such a state: naked men and women coming up to me, hugging me."
I was in front of her now, my hands around her waist. Miss Emily was trembling; whether at my touch or her memories I didn't know.
"Go on," I said again. I pulled her closer-- my hands went behind her, dropping to her perfect ass, my fingers tracing the elegant curves of each sweet cheek.
"Ohhh... ummm... there was a young man-- a naked server wearing nothing but a white scarf. He was so beautiful, like the statue of David-- except he was so hard!"
I started kissing her: her lips, her neck, her shoulders, the tops of her breasts.
"Ahhhh... we... my Daddy slipped me our key card. He said to go with him. He said I needed it. I... took that boy's hand and we went up naked to our suite and we made love. He... it was my first time and there was blood and he got so upset he pulled out. I kissed him and touched him down there until he came. So... it was only technically my first time."
I kissed her full on her soft lips. I wet her lips with my tongue. Her tongue eagerly responded and she stuck it inside my mouth. We sank to our knees, wrapped around each other.
