Miss Udders - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Miss Udders - Part 3

... that if Tyler insisted that she model nude for the class, she might as well choose a pose that exposed as little as possible.

“No, Lily,” said Tyler, shaking his head with a smile, “I’m just not inspired by that pose.” Lily’s heart sank. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Wh-what pose would you like, Mr. Carlson?” she asked meekly.

“Spread your legs. More.”

Lily obeyed, resting her feet in the rungs of the stool on either side, opening her legs for all of the class to see.

“Good girl. Now scoot forward. A little more. Perfect.” Her ass was now right on the edge of the stool, her flushed, dripping pussy presented to the class.

“Now lean back, put your arms behind you. Yes, just like that. Rest them on the stool.”

Now her chest was thrust upwards, presenting her tits for easy inspection as well. The pose was calculated to make her most private places as easily visible as possible. It was also uncomfortable, and in only a few minutes, Lily felt the strain of maintaining the obscene pose.

Slowly, the boys began painting, eyes moving back and forth between their canvas and their teacher’s exposed body. Lily’s body began to tremble, both from arousal and from the tension of holding her body in such an unnatural pose.

The minutes ticked by. Lily could feel the moisture of her pussy dripping down and pooling between her legs.She would have to thoroughly clean to stool before the janitor noticed it was dirty, she thought with shame.

She wasn’t sure ...

... exactly when the boys started masturbating. She was so caught up in her fugue of horniness and humiliation that, by the time she noticed, there were multiple boys with their pants unzipped, cocks in hand, pumping slowly as their eyes drank her in.

Instinctively, she slammed her legs shut (making a shamefully wet slap as her thighs impacted each other) and threw an arm over her chest.

This was too much, it was spiraling out of control, leaving behind even the thin pretense that what they were doing was an art lesson. Her breath came hard and ragged as she curled up, drawing herself into a ball.

A few moments later, she felt a warm hand on her bare shoulder, and suddenly Tyler was there at her side, whispering in her ear.

“Calm down, Lily. Everything is alright. Look again.” She looked fearfully up at the surrounding students. By now, most of the class had their hard cocks out, stroking at the sight of their teacher even as she tried to hide herself.

But… they were also painting. Distractedly of course, but they were working feverishly to capture the arousing vision of a woman in front of their eyes.

“You are an inspiration. Look at how wild their creativity is going!” said Tyler, Gently but firmly uncurling her body. “Just like for me… you are their muse.”

Tyler knelt down next to her, a smirk on his face. “It’s not fair that the whole class is feeling good except for the teacher,” he said, positioning his hand between her legs. “I want you to have a good ...