Story 39 #3
Penny knew she couldn’t glide over the rock anymore or else the water would ripple and he might think it odd. Her sex was on fire so she changed her tactic to pressing and releasing her aching pussy lips onto the rock, bobbing ever so slightly as she did it.
"These species are so promiscuous. They are said to mate anywhere and with multiple partners. The female can take more multiple loads of semen in her and she can choose which males can ejaculate in her," he added.
His words were so cool and calm. When he enunciated the word "ejaculate", Penny felt the first ripple. A bubble of sticky warmth threatened to escape her pussy lips. Her shoulders started to shudder, making the water ripple and the professor look.
"Oh, you're cold. Goosebumps," he said playfully and poked a finger on her bare upper arm.
When Professor Ross pulled back after poking his student, he could make out her voluptuous shape beneath the clear water.
He didn’t expect Penny Arriola to be that sexy.
She was always the student who raised her hands to answer or ask a smart question about the lesson.
Her tits were encased in a stretchy bra-like top that offered little support.
He could make out the outline of her nipples.
When he felt his cock stir to life, the professor looked away.
"I mustn't succumb to this," he thought, blaming his arousal on the primal sex scene that had just happened and started to move away.
His touch made Penny cum and tremble. She crossed her arms on her chest and dipped herself up to the neck in the water.
Penny was terrified her teacher saw through her little motions and discover that she was pleasuring herself.
She clipped her thighs tight on the rock and went into the water.
When she came up, there was a commotion on the shore.
"Thief! Thief!" Someone was shouting.
Professor Ross was already wading through the water to where the hubbub was and left Penny behind.
She quickly followed to find out what was happening.
One of her classmates excitedly said that a barrel of monkeys came out of nowhere, screeching and swinging.
They found the benches where the bathers left their clothes and swiped a good number of them.
It happened so fast that they were able to get away with many articles of clothing.
Penny scrambled to the bench where she had left her clothes and backpack.
"SHIT!" she cried out.
Her clothes had been swiped. Thankfully, her backpack was there. She sat on the bench in despair.
"How could I go back in only my underwear?" she thought desperately.
"Oh my God," she exclaimed when she realized that the thin dress she had bought earlier was still in her backpack.
Penny quickly found the plastic and unrolled the dress.
When she saw that it was a beach coverup that reached the top of her knees, she was relieved.
The fabric, however, was so thin that her wet underwear would make the dress cling obscenely to her body.
Penny looked at it and saw that the dress's color was a mixture of dark blue and green abstract prints on a black background.
"Hmmm… Can I go without underwear? Oh, Sasha. Where are you when I need you?" she lamented to herself.
With most of the group in a frenzy trying to locate their clothes, Penny surreptitiously stepped into a bit of brush, quickly took off her bra and panties then slipped on the filmy coverup.
It was starting to get dark so at least she didn’t have to worry about any translucence.
She wrung her bra and panty dry, forced them into the tiny plastic, and stuffed them in her backpack.
When she stepped out, the first person she saw was Professor Ross.
"Oh good, you're decent. I know that I could always count on you Miss Arriola," he said.
The professor explained he managed to have the guide contact, someone, to send transportation to bring the wet students back to the hotel for a change of clothes before they proceeded to the campfire which was scheduled later in the evening.
"Can I count on you to keep track of your classmates – I need you to list them down if you can just so all heads can be accounted for. Group them into threes. I don’t know all the students' names, only the smart ones," he explained.
Penny melted at his wide smile.
"Did yours get filched, too?" she asked.
"Oh, no. I gave my shirt to Brenda, who is wearing an incredibly skimpy bikini, and my shorts to Colin who was in his Speedos," he winked.
"I think I look okay in these," her teacher said as he patted his shorts.
Penny managed to stammer something lame as she rummaged her bag for a pen and a piece of paper.
When she found them, she immediately started jotting down the names of her groupmates and herding them into threes just as she was instructed.
Then puttering sounds were heard as a group of motorized rickshaw-type vehicles made their way down the rocky path.
“Tuktuks were all that were available on such quick notice,” the professor explained. “That’s why I had you group the students in three – one in front with the driver and two at the rear seat.
As soon as several of the tuk-tuks parked, the professor and Penny started loading the students in.
It was already dark when Penny was left with the last three students and Professor Ross.
In the feeble light of the three yellow streetlamps that lit the side of the road, they could see that there was only one tuk-tuk left.
The early evening wind was starting to get chilly.
“Let’s see if this can fit four,” Professor Ross said.
One guy sat beside the driver while two girls clambered into the rear passenger seat.
Penny was sure she could fit herself in the backseat so she hoisted herself in.
No matter how much they squeezed and squirmed, it ended that Penny had half her body out with one foot supporting her on the sidestep of the makeshift vehicle and a hand clinging onto a bar across the tuk-tuk's roof.
“Too dangerous,” the tuk-tuk driver complained. “I might get licensed revoked if an accident happens. I send someone to pick you up.”
Penny strained to understand what the driver was saying. His accent made it hard for her to comprehend and she was starting to feel cold.
“I think you better get in the last one with me,” Professor Ross said solemnly to Penny, extending his hand out to her so she could get out.
Penny didn’t know whether to feel excited at the prospect of being left behind with her crush or to worry that she might catch a cold and get sick for the rest of the trip. She awkwardly stepped out of the tuk-tuk.
As she alighted, she heard a tiny ripping sound.
As soon as she was off, the tuk-tuk rumbled off the rocky trail.
As she threw the strap of her backpack on her shoulders, she felt cold air wafting between her thighs and on her bare buttocks.
At the same time, Professor Ross caught a flash of Penny’s pale white thighs in the semi-darkness.
“Oh shit!” Penny squealed when it dawned on her that her thin dress had ripped.
She tried to hold it down but then her hair fell all over her face.
The biology teacher looked helplessly as his student moved awkwardly.
While she struggled to look decent, they could hear the banter of a group of locals approach them.
Instinctively, Professor Ross pulled Penny’s back towards her.
The tall educator put his arms over her shoulders, clasping his hands together while his forearms rested on her tits.
Penny gasped when she felt his hard body on her backside. She was surprised but didn’t move when she saw the group of locals approached. Some of them looked drunk. She knew he was trying to protect her from being indecently exposed.
The group lingered within eyesight, minding their business singing and chattering. Professor Ross held onto Penny. All of a sudden, a cold draft blew across the shore. Penny involuntarily shuddered.
The professor felt her body shake, her backside rubbing deliciously against his thin shorts. He couldn’t stop his cock from naturally stiffening against her firm young body.
“Professor,” Penny mouthed weakly when she felt his manhood grow hard between her ass cheeks.
Instinctively, Penny started moving against him. She could feel the warm sticky liquid seep out of her pussy as the cock behind her gradually grew in size. Her heart pounded as she wondered if her teacher realized that she was naked underneath her coverup.
“My god, Penny,” he whispered in her hair.
He was getting dizzy with need as his dick bloomed into its full length, straining against the mesh fabric that was underneath his shorts. It started to hurt.
“Hey, you!” a voice called out from the nearby group. “Join us!”
Professor Ross looked up. He raised his right hand to wave and cleared his throat, “No thanks we’re waiting for our ride!”
The group went back to minding their own business. Professor Ross kept his left arm firmly under Penny’s boobs. His right hand didn’t return to her chest. Instead, it slipped between their bodies.
“I want to touch you, Penny,” he said softly.
Penny nodded as she leaned her shoulders back and opened her legs slightly to make way for his hand.
Professor Ross managed to find the tear at the back of her dress and slid his hand inside.
His middle finger traced the valley between her ass, gliding it up her crack until it encountered her warm center.
He forged on with the length of his moistened finger until its tip encountered the bump of her unfurled clitoris.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he muttered.
Penny hid her face underneath strands of her hair. His finger felt so sweet, gliding at her pussy’s entrance. The electric shocks it generated made her sex salivate more. This was what Sasha was trying to tell her. She felt the Professor step back, leading her to a more shadowed part of the path.
“You want me,” he growled.
“I don’t know, Professor,” she answered softly.
He slithered his finger faster and her body jerked.
“I haven’t …done this before…” she admitted.
When she felt him stop abruptly and freeze, Penny spun around quickly.
“I want you to be the first to take me,” she said shyly.