Miss Udders - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Miss Udders - Part 3

... for the class period that was about to happen if anybody were to peek inside. Brick locked the classroom with a sharp click.

Lily padded slowly to the center of the classroom, surrounded on all sides by student easels. She had never been barefoot in her classroom before, and the cool tiles felt strange on her feet, contributing to the feeling that this was all unreal, some sort of twisted wet dream.

Finally she stood, the center of undivided attention, in the circle of students. She cleared her throat. Today, it wasn’t necessary for Tyler to get the class’s attention.

“T-today we will be starting new paintings, with a new s-subject,” she said in a strangled voice. “To continue our study of human anatomy, today you will be provided with a…” she gulped, her pale, delicate throat bobbing visibly, “...a nude model.”

She untucked the towel, but her hands wouldn’t let go. She stood, trembling, a blush getting hotter and redder on her face.

The class held its breath, letting her sit in the moment of tortuous anticipation. She looked up at Tyler, sitting at his easel, brush ready, a serious look on his face. Her eyes locked on to his piercing, steady, blue gaze.

He nodded, firmly. Lily’s numb fingers opened, allowing the towel to slump to the floor.

The silence was broken by a soft gasp of appreciation from the students. They had grown used to seeing their teacher in skimpy clothing, but this was their first time appreciating her fully nude body.

Their eyes ...

... obsessively traveled over her thick thighs, her plump ass, her wide hips, her nervous, blushing face. But especially they focused on the features that were undeniably Lily’s main attractions. Her massive, heaving tits.

They were huge, pale orbs larger than the heads of some of the boys. They stood firm and full, defying gravity to jut proudly from their teacher’s chest, but with just enough soft weight to their appearance to make it clear that they were all natural.

Her soft pink nipples were perked up, standing tall and stiff atop their large areolas, pointing slightly upward due to the shape of her breasts. They were breathtaking. Exquisite. Better than anything that the boys had ever seen in porn.

While Lily knew that her breasts made her attractive to the opposite sex, they had always made her self-conscious. She was uncomfortably aware that the size of her breasts caused many men to fetishize and objectify her.

It was why she preferred baggy, shapeless clothing in general. The fact that the same process of occurring right now, with her students no less, made the whole experience massively humiliating. But somehow, the thought now also caused a hot wet heat of arousal to flare up inside her.

Lily walked stiffly and self-consciously over to the stool that had been set up in the center of the circle, perching herself carefully on top.

She began to move herself into the pose she had decided on beforehand, crossing her legs and arms tightly. She had figured ...