Oh. He's hard.
Realizing we're looking at him he gets a little lower, but then the professor bends down and kisses his neck, which makes him wince. Fuck, that was weird. And exciting.
"The neck is not only the right place to massage, but also to kiss, blow, bite, lick... it goes straight to the pleasure centers of the brain, and plays an important role being close to the ear, lips and smell. You can also massage the nape of the neck, the forehead..."
He is showing everything that counts, while I continue with him feet. He has big feet, and I like that they are well cared for. I was afraid they would smell, but they don't. He is still erect in spite of himself; I can see he is uncomfortable. Every time I go deeper into the massage, his cock jumps happily, and that, for some reason, it´s adorable. It's like having the power of a remote control.
The professor nibbles one of his ears and licks it gently. Paul moans softly, I think only the three of us heard it. I feel wetness between my legs in reaction to what they are doing to him and for a second I fantasize that they are doing it to me.
"Now, once our lover is comfortable and clearly aroused," he is smiling, looking at my partner's genitals, "we can move on to what we are interested in today: the nipples".
His hands are back in action, moving down his chest but he doesn't lunge at the nipples as every partner I've ever known has done, instead focusing first on the breast and making concentric circles that get smaller and smaller. At the first rub, Paul shudders and his feet give a little jiggle. Fuck, I think I even see a little pre-seminal fluid coming out of his penis. Is it just me, or is it starting to smell stronger, like something... wild?
"Don't start massaging and sucking like babies. This is an art, not a meat bun that we have to knead. You're not going to get milk coming out -unless we're talking about a lactating woman, and we'll learn why that's not a good idea later- so treat it the same as the rest of the body or more lovingly even".
Keep rubbing lightly, keeping only your thumbs on the nipples and giving them little taps.
"This works for both men and women. Be attentive to his gestures: if your lover likes something, you will see it. Incide on the areas that turn him on the most, but don't abuse, overstimulation is not pleasant for anyone".
He's so close... I see his cock throbbing. He's panting slightly, though I feel embarrassment just won't let him let go. I want to see his climax so badly that I press his foot against my chest and watch him open his eyes at the feel of my tits around his fingers. Not caring who is around me, and under his watchful gaze, I lower my mouth to his thumb and suck hard. He lets out a choked gasp.
"Let's see what the key points have been so far: inner thighs, feet, neck, breasts, ears and mouth and, of course, genitals. In some cases, it is possible to make a person come by merely stimulating these erogenous zones," the professor continues, although he is watching out of the corner of his eye as I run my tongue between my fingers and nibble on each and every one of them. "If we wish, we can intersperse the massages with small pinches to achieve our goal."
"Fuck," I hear Paul exclaim in a deep voice.
And it's the only warning he gives before he cums. I see him arch his back, close his eyes and let out a long moan as his cum gushes out and dribbles down his side. The splashes don't go very far, but the shudders that run through him don't stop.
"And we stop... now," says the professor, not fidgeting for a second. Then he lets go of his nipples all at once and gestures for me to leave his feet alone.
Paul is still panting, running a hand over his eyes, blinking rapidly. That sight of him, languid and helpless, makes me want to keep licking him higher, to straddle him and keep squeezing him until he begs me to stop. I'm beside myself; my juices are dripping on the floor. The professor has other plans. He doesn't give him time to recover before forcing him out of his chair. He offers him the box of tissues on the table, and Paul hesitantly takes one. With all efficiency, he pulls a disinfectant from the top drawer and with a rag proceeds to wipe the chair. Paul turns red, and wipes his cock too, now flaccid again. I see him wobble, still a little weak.
"Are you all right?" I whisper to him, standing next to him as I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to stop the dripping inside me.
He doesn't look me in the eye. But he answers me.
"Yes. That was..." He doesn't finish, the professor is already talking again.
"As you have seen, this is an example of what you can achieve with practice. Of course, there are many more erogenous zones, such as the hands, buttocks and anus. For the next class we will move on to these other zones. Let's hear it for our volunteers here."
The people in the class applaud, although they clearly do so reluctantly. Yeah, this is weird as fuck. Paul and I gather our clothes with the intention of putting them on.
"No, don't get dressed. Now that you've seen a demonstration, let's move on to practice, as I told you. We have fifteen minutes of class, let's see if any of you can get your partner to cum. Everyone, please undress."
Ah, no giggling now, huh? Everyone looks at each other, obviously not knowing what to do. Now I'm the one waiting for them with my arms crossed in front of my breasts, partly to hide how hard my nipples are. Little by little, some begin to undress. We are many, and very different. Almost all the races of the world are reflected in this class, with all kinds of bodies. Unable to help myself, I look sideways and compare both men and women. I distinguish some erect penises, and a couple of wet pussies, and I am tickled to think that we have managed to get them so aroused.
"You two stay together while you're at it," the professor says, pointing at us. "The rest of you, the pairs will form up starting from the left. In this class we will only perform heterosexual exchanges, as indicated in your preferences. Later in other classes, same-sex exchanges will be established, unless the psychologist indicates otherwise. All clothes, please, Mrs. Francisca."
The lady who spoke earlier left her girdle on. I don't know why she wears it, if she has a fit body, given her age. I feel a little sorry for her, she reminds me of my aunt. Finally, she takes off her clothes and approaches the man on her right, a tall guy about my age, who looks at him confused, as if he doesn't quite know what to make of her.
"Why don't they make us wear this if we're going to be naked most of the time?" growls the younger guy, the one who kept looking at me. I don't like him, even if he has a very decent body, you can tell he'd make a lousy lover.
"Clothes are necessary for our evolution; they protect us from the cold, from the humidity, from the forest... You will learn from the use and enjoyment of a good disguise, and from the power that the way we dress gives us. But now, shut up, this is the last warning. Well, to begin with, it will be the woman who will receive our attentions. Gentle touching, massaging, caressing, sucking, biting and sucking is allowed. We are not in a BDSM class, don't be silly. It is forbidden to touch the genitals in any case; it is not the purpose of the practice. Gentlemen, ladies, please begin."
The students are self-conscious, although I see some who do not hesitate and approach their partner aggressively. The teacher calls their names to reprimand them for their behavior, sometimes even having to look at the list in his hand. There is something sensual and strange about seeing so many naked people around us, smelling everyone, knowing they are an arm's length away from me. I hear in moan and find that the Francisca is being kissed on the neck by her young lover, and fuck, that image sticks in my retina. She looks ecstatic. And she has only bitten his neck a little bit.
"With your permission..." Paul says to me, waking me up from the hypnosis of his hands on the aureoles of her breasts while she grabs his head.
"Eh, yeah, yeah, sure."
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah, of course. It's finally my turn.