The Professor Stripped Us Naked in the Practical Class

My name is Lorena, and for several months my life was such a strict routine that sometimes I felt as though my blood was drying up. I lived with my parents while studying for a competitive examination for a healthcare position, and my days were divided between notes, reheated coffee, and the anxiety of thinking I might fail after so much effort. In the afternoons I went to a small academy where a private tutor drilled us on subjects, tests, and outlines until our heads were boiling.

There were three regular students: Nadia, Clara, and me. We were all around the same age, all single, and all three of us had ended up growing fond of our teacher, Elena—a mature, separated woman, self-assured, with that kind of calm authority that does not need to raise its voice to make everyone obey her.

On Fridays, when class ended, the four of us usually went out for a drink. It was our way of releasing the tension before returning to the confinement of the weekend. We talked about exams, men, sex in half-joking terms, and fantasies, although I suspected that not everything was a joke.

That Friday afternoon I dressed up more than usual. I put on a short black skirt, sheer nude stockings, a fairly tight white blouse, and a dark jacket. I did not do it for anyone in particular—or so I told myself while looking in the mirror—but the truth was that I liked noticing people’s looks. I liked feeling that beneath my appearance as an exhausted examinee, there was still a woman capable of provoking something.

When I arrived, Elena was already in the classroom with Nadia and Clara. All three looked up at once, and the other two students smiled immediately.

“Look at her,” Nadia said. “Are you here to pass, or to distract us?”

“A little of both,” I replied, setting my bag on the chair.

Elena looked me over without trying to hide it. It was not a long look, but it was precise. She paused on my legs, moved up to my waist, and ended at my cleavage before returning to my eyes.

“Perfect,” she said. “Since we’re all awake today, we’ll have a practical class.”

She explained that we would be covering functional anatomy. I thought of diagrams, the names of bones, and muscles repeated until we were sick of them. But Elena set the notes aside, leaned her hip against the desk, and smiled strangely, as if she already knew something the rest of us did not.

“We can do it with drawings, as always,” she said, “or in a more visual way. You decide.”

“Visual,” Clara blurted out at once.

“Visual,” Nadia repeated, laughing.

I nodded too, more out of instinct than courage. Elena straightened, crossed her arms, and concluded:

“Then I need a volunteer.”

There was a silence full of muffled laughter. None of us took a step. Neither did I.

“Lorena,” Elena decided. “You arrived last. Your turn.”

I felt the rush of heat before I stood up. I walked to the front with my legs tense, aware that Nadia and Clara were watching my ass as I moved. I did not need to turn around to know it; I could feel it on my skin.

“Relax,” Elena murmured when I was beside her. “It’s only a class.”

Only a class. If that had really been all it was, my pussy would not have begun throbbing like that.

Elena stood behind me and moved my hair away from my neck with a delicacy that had nothing academic about it. The touch made my nipples hard beneath my bra before she had even opened her mouth.

“To see the shoulder girdle and upper musculature properly, that blouse is in the way.”

Clara let out a little laugh. Nadia gave a low whistle.

“If you’re embarrassed, we can stop,” Elena added, with a calmness that made it harder to refuse.

The truth was that I was embarrassed. Very much so. But my body was burning too, and I had an old, almost secret fantasy of showing myself off in front of other people and noticing how they looked at me. I swallowed and began unbuttoning my blouse.

“Let me help you,” Nadia said, getting up.

She stood in front of me and undid the buttons one by one, slowly, brushing the skin of my belly with her knuckles. There was no need for her to touch me that way, but she did it anyway. When she finished, she slipped one sleeve off me, then the other. I was left in my bra, still wearing my skirt, feeling the room grow much smaller.

“Much better,” Elena murmured.

She positioned herself beside me and began pointing out my collarbones, shoulders, and the line of my sternum with her fingertips. She did not use a pointer or keep her distance. She touched me directly. Every explanation came with a technical caress, and every caress left me wetter.

“Here you have the deltoid. Here, the pectoralis major. If you pay attention to posture, when a woman is tense, the first thing you notice is her shoulders and neck.”

“And her breathing,” Clara added from her chair.

“That too,” Elena said, without taking her eyes off me. “Especially when she’s trying to act calm.”

The other two laughed. I could not even pretend to be normal. My face was burning and my breathing was shallow. Elena slowly turned me around.

“Now the back. And for that, the bra is in the way too.”

She gave me no time to answer. Her fingers were already on the clasp. She opened it with insulting ease and held one of my arms while removing one strap, then the other. Clara took the bra and left it on a chair, as if we really were following an orderly lesson.

Being bare-torsoed in front of them gave me a brutal dizzy feeling. Instinctively, I covered my breasts with my hands.

“No,” Elena said, softly but firmly. “If you cover yourself, we can’t see anything.”

She said it like a teacher correcting a posture, but to me it sounded like something else. An order. I lowered my hands very slowly and left my tits exposed. The silence that followed weighed more than any comment.

Nadia was staring at my nipples without blinking. Clara was biting her lip. Elena, on the other hand, watched my face, enjoying my embarrassment as if she could smell it.

“That’s it,” she said. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

She touched my back, my nape, my shoulder blades. Her fingers descended along my spine and stopped at my waist. Then she turned me around again to face the other two. My breasts moved with the turn, and I saw Nadia following that movement with shameless attention.

“Shall we continue with the lower part?” Elena asked.

No one answered. There was no need. The atmosphere had become thick, filled with a heat that had nothing more to do with the classroom heating.

“Take off your skirt, Lorena.”

I obeyed. I took off my shoes first, lowered the zipper, and let the fabric fall to my ankles. I gathered it up and set it aside. I was left in stockings and panties, breathing through my mouth.

“The stockings too,” Clara requested from behind me, her voice rougher than usual.

Elena smiled, pleased.

“Good observation. The legs are easier to see without them.”

Nadia came to help me again. She held me by the waist while I slid the stockings over my thighs, then lowered them down my calves. The simple fact of having her hands so close to my pussy made a small moan escape me, humiliatingly audible.

“Looks like she’s enjoying the class,” Clara said.

“Looks like it,” Elena confirmed.

Now all I had left were my panties. They were plain, nothing spectacular, and perhaps that was why they embarrassed me more than everything that had come before. But by then I was trembling with arousal. I wanted to continue. I wanted to know how far they intended to take me.

“Those too,” Elena ordered.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down. They clung to my pussy for a second before sliding down my thighs. Clara took them and lifted them with two fingers.

“They’re wet,” she said, holding them up.

I would have liked to disappear, but what I felt was not the urge to flee. It was such a powerful surge of desire that my legs nearly failed me. I was completely naked in the middle of the classroom, with my teacher and my two classmates looking at my body, my shaved sex, my tits heaving with my breathing. And instead of feeling humiliated, I felt alive.

Elena continued talking for a while, pointing out hips, knees, ankles, and the inner line of my thigh. She no longer pretended to keep her distance. She opened my legs with her hands to show the pelvic area, brushing my lips without quite touching them, as if she wanted to keep me on the edge.

“Here you have the adductors,” she explained, sliding her palm along the inside of my thigh. “And here, a student who’s dripping.”

Nadia let out a brief laugh. Clara rose from her chair.

“Let us get a closer look.”

I remained still. Elena placed one hand on the nape of my neck and made me lean back slightly, offering myself to the other two. Nadia approached from one side and Clara from the other. I felt their breath on my skin before I felt their hands.

One squeezed a tit. The other caressed my belly and moved down to my mound of Venus. I opened my mouth and moaned despite myself.

“Look at her,” Nadia whispered. “She isn’t embarrassed anymore.”

“She was at first,” Elena corrected. “Now she wants more.”

She was right. I wanted more. Much more.

Clara spread my pussy lips with two fingers and let out a gasp when she saw how wet I was. Elena did not remove her hand from my neck; on the contrary, she squeezed a little harder, holding me as if I belonged to her.

“You tell me,” the teacher suggested. “Do we continue with theory, or move on to real practice?”

“Practice,” Nadia and Clara said almost together.

Elena looked closely at me.

“And you?”

It took effort to find my voice.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, I want to.”

“What do you want?”

The way she asked made my whole body burn. I swallowed and forced myself to say it.

“I want you to touch me.”

“That’s better.”

She sat me on the classroom table and made me spread my legs wide. The gesture was direct, almost clinical, but there was nothing neutral about the image. I was naked and exposed, my pussy open just inches from the notes and markers; my classmates stood in front of me, and Elena was between my thighs, dominating the scene.

She was the first to really touch me. She ran two fingers along my slit, gathering all my wetness, then rubbed my clitoris in small, slow circles that made me bite my lip.

“Fuck,” Nadia murmured. “She’s soaked.”

“She’s been like that for a while,” Elena replied.

She pushed one finger inside me, then another. They entered without resistance. My pussy swallowed them with a wet sound that rang out clearly in the silent classroom. I threw my head back and spread my legs wider by pure instinct.

“That’s it, good girl,” Elena said, fucking me with her hand deeper and deeper. “I want your classmates to see your pussy opening for them.”

Clara moved beside me and grabbed one of my tits, pinching my nipple between her fingers. Nadia stood behind me and began kissing my neck. There were four women in an empty academy at the end of a week of studying, and suddenly the only things that existed were the fingers moving in and out of me, Nadia’s wet tongue behind my ear, and my taut nipple in Clara’s hand.

“I can’t stand it anymore without tasting her,” Clara said.

Elena raised her eyes and nodded.

Clara knelt between my legs and gripped my thighs underneath, opening me completely. I felt her breath against my pussy, then the first long lick, from my entrance to my clitoris. The moan burst out of me so loudly that Nadia covered my mouth with her hand, laughing.

“Don’t wake the neighbor,” she whispered.

Clara ate pussy with real hunger, without any fake delicacy. She pushed her tongue inside me, sucked, returned to my clitoris, and sucked it until I writhed on the table. Elena did not stop fucking me with her fingers while Clara licked me, and the combination was destroying me. Every time her tongue touched my clitoris, her fingers thrust inside me at the same time.

“Look at her trembling,” Elena said. “She’s about to come.”

I was. Clearly, brutally close. I gripped the edge of the table and spread my legs wider. Clara devoured my pussy without stopping, and Elena quickened the rhythm of her fingers until her palm pressed hard against me. The release shot up from my belly like a lash.

I came trembling, my pussy contracting around her fingers, my face burning with pleasure and embarrassment. Clara did not pull away; she kept licking while I shook and moaned behind Nadia’s hand.

“What a beautiful orgasm,” Clara said when she finally lifted her face, her mouth gleaming.

I could barely breathe. I thought they would let me rest, but Elena withdrew her fingers from inside me and held them in front of my mouth.

“Clean yourself.”

I sucked them without protest. They tasted like me. Nadia made a choked sound when she saw it.

“Now you two,” Elena ordered.

The teacher took my hand and placed it on Nadia’s breast. Beneath her shirt, her nipple was hard as a stone. Clara was already hiking up her skirt, without the slightest embarrassment, revealing black panties soaked at the crotch.

“I want you to participate for real, Lorena. We’ve looked at you enough.”

I climbed down from the table, my legs still weak. I kissed Nadia first. Her tongue entered my mouth with a hunger that made me moan again. While I kissed her, I slipped one hand beneath Clara’s skirt and felt her wet panties.

“Fuck,” I told her. “You’re dripping too.”

“Then take them off.”

I did. I pulled them down to her thighs, and she leaned against a chair to remove them completely. She had nothing else beneath them. I pushed two fingers inside her without warning, and she let out a hoarse moan, gripping the backrest.

“That’s it, like that,” she gasped. “Fuck me with your hand.”

Elena watched the scene with her arms crossed, like a director pleased with her work. Then she approached Nadia, lifted her chin, and kissed her. Seeing that mature woman kissing my classmate while I fingered the other was so arousing that I got wet again instantly.

Nadia gently pushed me back onto the table.

“Lie down.”

I obeyed. She spread my legs and positioned herself between them. Clara, still with my fingers inside her, leaned over my chest and began sucking one of my nipples. Elena stood beside me and caressed my face.

“I want to see you come again,” she whispered in my ear. “This time with two mouths on you.”

Nadia licked my pussy while Clara moved down from my tits to my belly and knelt beside her. The sensation of their two tongues, one on my clitoris and the other playing lower down, left me incapable of thought. Nothing existed but the wet sounds, their mouths working, and my legs trembling open for them. Elena stroked my hair and occasionally pinched my nipples, adding another stab of pleasure.

“Look at her,” Elena said. “She loves being watched, opened, and eaten by two women.”

“Yes,” I managed to moan. “Yes, I love it.”

“Say it properly.”

“I love you watching me. I love you eating my pussy.”

The two of them redoubled their rhythm when they heard me. Nadia focused on my clitoris, sucking it insistently. Clara pushed her tongue inside me while holding my thighs. It was too much. I came again with a muffled cry, feeling my pussy throb against her face and the orgasm leave my body limp and spent.

When I came down somewhat from the shaking, Elena made me sit up.

“We’re not finished yet.”

She opened a drawer in her desk and took out a small black vibrator none of us had seen before. Nadia let out an incredulous laugh.

“So you had teaching aids.”

“I always prepare my classes properly,” Elena replied.

She switched the toy on, and its buzz made my belly tense again. She pressed it against my clitoris first, barely brushing me, and I closed my legs reflexively. She forced them open again.

“Keep still.”

The vibrator struck the most sensitive place on me after coming twice. I felt a painful, delicious mixture that drew a whimper from me. Clara kissed me while Nadia held my ankles apart. Elena moved the toy up and down my pussy, stopped at my clitoris, pressed a little harder, and I no longer knew whether I wanted to pull away or beg for more.

“Hold on,” she told me. “I want to see you lose control.”

I lost it. A few seconds later I was writhing, trying to escape the buzzing while offering myself to it at the same time. The third orgasm arrived in a chaotic, almost violent rush, making me clamp my thighs against Elena’s hand. She did not remove the vibrator until she had wrung every last bit out of me.

I was left panting and sweaty, my legs useless. The three of them looked at me as if they had just dismantled me together, and the truth was that was exactly what they had done.

***

We remained naked in the classroom for a while, breathing and half-laughing about what had just happened. The tension had changed shape: it was no longer anticipation, but a thick, dirty, delicious intimacy. Clara put my panties over her face and joked that she would not give them back. Nadia poured herself water into a plastic cup without bothering to get dressed first.

Elena sat in front of me on a chair, still immaculate except for the gleam in her eyes.

“Now you know why I insisted so much on practical classes.”

“I hadn’t imagined it like this,” I said, my voice still hoarse.

“But you had imagined it,” she countered.

I could not deny it. Perhaps not with them specifically, but something very similar: being exposed, being watched, becoming the center of someone else’s desire. Having three adult women enjoy looking at me and making me come had touched a place in me that I had kept hidden for years.

Nadia leaned against the table beside me and kissed my shoulder.

“Next Friday I volunteer.”

Clara shook her head.

“No way. We’re taking turns.”

Elena smiled slowly.

“That sounds reasonable.”

We began getting dressed with indecent slowness. Every item of clothing returning to our bodies seemed almost like an encumbrance after we had been so open with one another. As I pulled up my skirt, I felt the dried wetness between my thighs and had to press my legs together to contain a shiver.

Before we left, Elena came over and adjusted the collar of my blouse as if it were an innocent gesture.

“Tonight, when we’re having drinks, no one will imagine how you ended class.”

“I’ll remember it,” I replied.

“Even better.”

We went out into the street together, dressed, coiffed, and looking like ordinary women after a week of studying. But I walked differently. My pussy felt sensitive with every step, and beneath my clothes I carried a new confidence, a mixture of brazenness and secrecy that aroused me more than any cleavage.

That night, sitting in a bar with the three of them, I understood something simple: it was not only sex that aroused me. I was aroused by being watched. I was aroused by knowing that other people desired what they saw, and that I could offer it or deny it. And from that first class onward, every Friday stopped being merely the end of a difficult week. It became the anticipation of the next lesson.