4 comments/ 19399 views/ 4 favorites The History of Stripping By: Reefkeeper Everyone's over 18 I once had a student who, in response to an exam question, wrote that Australopithecus invented stripping. I had the Genus mixed into a list of Homo sapiens progenitors and was looking for those students who saw that it didn't belong on the list. Obviously Francine hadn't picked up on that fact so she, in a gesture of academic frustration, tried to throw me a curve. To my dismay she wasn't the only student in my class who seemed to miss the faulty inclusion of this hominid on the list but she was the only one to try to inject humor into her answer and I wasn't buying it. There were fourteen questions on the exam which dealt with our earliest forefathers and in a pique of indignation I didn't bother to read the rest of her answers and flunked her on all fourteen. Since they represented 28% of the fifty exam questions she'd be sure to fail her first exam of the school year. Around 3 AM I began to feel guilty about flunking Francine when she was just one of nine in the class who failed to get that particular question right. Truth be told I'd failed her on her test for her sense of humor and now that I'd calmed down I realized that she should have been commended rather than penalized for that. So I rose and went into the den and printed the word Provisional above the 'F' I'd given her and went back to bed. The next day I was actually looking forward to my third period Anthropology class. I'd get the opportunity to embarrass over a third of the class over their inadequate performance and, like a cat with a cornered mouse, I'd get to confront Miss Francine Butler about her sense of humor. I sat on the front edge of my desk holding the sheaf of exam papers as the students filed in. I could see that several of them were anxious to find out their results but were afraid to ask. I began after the room became quiet. I scanned the room as I began, "There are twenty five students in this class and nine of you missed the same question on Thursday's test." I again scanned their faces before I looked down and shook my head continuing, "The disappointing part of it is that I'm fairly certain that if I asked you a few leading questions the correct answer would pop into your heads." I handed back their papers. "Okay then, questions nine through twenty-three dealt with the list of homidae at the top of the page. Question eleven asks what makes the inclusion of Australopithecus noteworthy. Miss Butler, would you read your answer to that question?" In the space of three seconds her expression went from panic through embarrassment and straight on to defiance. She read, "Australopithecus is prominent on this list because they were the most probable inventors of the strip tease." She returned to her seat amidst a smattering of chuckles. I asked, "Mr. Kent, you seemed amused by Miss Butler's answer. Why was that?" Ross Kent was one of the token jocks in my class. I had no idea why he'd signed up for it. From his extreme slouch he said, "Because it was stupid." "Why do you think it was stupid? Someone had to invent the strip tease. Why not them?" "Ross shook his head. "Have you looked at their pictures in the text, Mr. Cash? I can't imagine anyone sporting any wood looking at them much less wanting to tip them!" I could only shake my head. I asked, "Can anyone in the class Not Mr. Shank answer what the necessary ingredient for the earliest strippers would be?" April Lee tentatively raised her hand. "Clothes? I mean, she had to have something to take off, right?" I enthusiastically pointed at her. "Give that girl a cookie! Yes Miss Lee, you're exactly right! A stripper without clothes is simply a nudist! Now, can anyone in the class Not Mr. Shank tell me the most commonly used method for guestimating the earliest use of clothing?" The seconds ticked by. "Come on people. I know we didn't cover this in class but it was in Chapter fourteen and if you read it I doubt that you'd ever forget it!" After more extended silence I sighed and finally pointed at Pat Shank. "Mr. Shank?" "Lice. A hundred and seven thousand years ago the earliest differentiation between head and body lice was found and body lice are only found in clothing. There is a school of thought however which uses six hundred and fifty thousand years as a best guess." "Thank you Mr. Shank. Now can anyone else tell me when Australopithecus was pounding our global pavements?" Another student opined, "Four million years ago?" I was having fun, "Yes! They first appeared around then and when did they disappear?" Betty Carlisle was normally the quietist student I had. "Around two million years ago?" "I love you Miss Carlisle! Yes; they failed as a species and disappeared around then." I turned back to Francine. "Miss Butler I only provisionally flunked you on this question. You have until Monday at three thirty to defend your thesis." Her face adopted a blank stare. "What?" "Defend your thesis! You put forth the rather controversial idea that the earliest strippers were of the Genus Australopithecus. Defend it! Show me how their females might have accomplished that feat and I'll give you credit for your answer." Monday afternoon I was in my office arguing baseball trivia with Pat Shank. Pat was not only my best student; he was obviously eager to learn and was going to go far in his academic career. I didn't think he had much of a social life but he was reasonably okay looking so I was sure that social confidence would eventually follow in college. He started to leave and said, "Well I guess I'd better go before your thesis defender arrives." "Don't leave. I'm sure she won't be very long. She'll either admit defeat or make her point and be quickly gone. Besides, I'm still feeling guilty about marking all her fourteen early man questions wrong without reading them. Your response to her research might be less subject to the vagaries of my temper tantrums." Pat sat back down just as Francine knocked at my door. I shouted, "Come in." Francine came into my office toting a large hockey equipment bag. She announced, "Mr. Cash I'm here to defend my thesis. I've brought along some visual aids which would be more effective if I set them up somewhere else." I said, "Mrs. Hanes' office across the hall is empty since she's on maternity leave. Why don't you use it?" "Great, now I need to make some room here if you don't mind getting up." She proceeded to rearrange my office furniture, pushing my desk against the wall and putting my two chairs against the far wall. "I'll be right back." Paul shrugged his shoulders and sat. I joined him saying, "This should be interesting." I was completely unprepared for what next occurred. The office door opened and Francine returned and put an iPad connected to a pair of small speakers on the desk. It was playing David Rose' 1962 hit The Stripper. However what had instantly grabbed Pat and my attention was Miss Butler herself. She began swaying her hips wearing some sort of hide. Whatever it was it wasn't stiff like cowhide but soft and supple like an antelope's skin. It was pretty obvious that the hide was the only thing she was wearing as she said, "I know they didn't have iPads four million years ago but I thought music would add to the demonstration." She continued bumping and grinding her way back and forth before Pat and me alternating her focus from one to the other. Holding the hide closed over her C cup sized breasts she dropped it down enough to bare her shoulders. "Mr. Cash, I considered wearing 5" stripper heels but ruled them out as being unavailable back then and there's no known evidence of the use of shoes but there's no way they'd pass up a meal of fresh antelope if they could get it. I still wonder if my presentation is hurt by the music. Do you think it would be better without it?" I was having a hard time focusing on her question since my attention was on the tattered ends of the pelt swaying rhythmically back and forth over her hips. Her pussy hadn't yet peeked out but had, on several occasions, come perilously close. I could only mumble, "Seems okay to me, ask Mr. Shank." Francine shifted her attention to Pat. She raised her bare foot and placed it between his legs. She began to twiddle her toes against his thigh as she asked, "What do you think Mr. Shank? Should I go over and turn off the music?" I regained my composure while watching Pat squirm. He opened and closed his mouth three times trying to voice an answer but wound up just shaking his head violently from side to side. With her leg raised and hips still swaying I was being treated to metronomic views of her delightful ass and I was hard pressed not to reach out and touch it. The music changed from David Rose to LaBelle as the 1974 version of Lady Marmalade started to play. It seemed that Francine had put together a list of appropriate music to strip by. I thought to myself that her grade should jump to a passing one on the basis of musical research alone. While still holding the pelt closed at her breasts with her left hand Francine put her right hand on her hip keeping the garment from closing in front of her. Now with every thrusting of her left hip I was treated to a delightful shot of her shaven pussy. I noticed that Pat's right hand had drifted to the front of his slacks gently rubbing whatever was growing there unseen. Francine noticed also and again raised her leg, her toes replacing Pat's fingers on his crotch. With her left leg raised and her right hand still on her hip we were both treated to an unobstructed view of her beautiful distended labia. Francine's toes having accomplished their goal of making sure that Pat was properly hard she withdrew her foot and twirled around allowing the pelt to fly to the floor behind her. She smiled at me as she straddled Pat and began rubbing her lips up and down the fly on his pants. As I watched her I was quite sure that she had the most magnificent body I'd ever seen. She presented as being a young Kelly Preston before forty years of gravity began taking their inevitable toll. The only differences I could see were slightly larger breasts, much more prominent and distended puffy nipples and Miss Butler's perfectly rounded ass being slightly more prominent than Ms. Preston's. The other difference was of course the fact that I'd probably never meet Kelly but that Francine's pussy was a scant three feet away. I was as hard as I could remember being for quite a while and as I looked up to Francine's eyes I discovered her nodding in the direction of my midsection. Perhaps I was a bit dense but it took her two such gestures combined with her taking three fingers to her pussy before I understood the gesture and reached for my own belt buckle. As soon as I'd lowered my pants and boxers to the floor Francine got up off Pat's lap and straddled mine. As she grasped my erection and began to lower herself onto it I found myself attempting to focus on her right nipple which was now one inch in front of me. That nipple caused an immediate change of role in me as I shifted from being a passive spectator to an eager participant. My lips closed around the tip of her breast just as her fingers helped my cock find the path to the heaven which awaited it between her pussy's lips. No doubt feeling a bit abandoned Pat came over and began fondling Francine's breasts. Without missing a stroke she said, "Excuse me... Sir... this isn't an orgy... I'm giving my customer a lap dance... so if you'd please go back to your table or rock or... whatever... I'll come over after... this customer is finished with me." She looked into my eyes and added, "Unless, of course, my present customer wants to share me..." My hands were clutching her ass cheeks tightly; my cock was in her pussy and whenever she wasn't talking to Pat my tongue was dueling hers. I had no desire to share. It occurred to me that although normally I was acutely aware of where the teacher/student lines were drawn and always followed them in this occasion I was breaking so many of them I hadn't bothered to try to sort them out. In my youth and since my divorce I'd been reasonably successful with women but I had to confess never having been with one before who combined a thorough scalp, face and neck massage along with the fuck. I had found bliss. As it became obvious to all that we were both nearing simultaneous orgasms I noticed Pat stripping out of his clothes to be ready for her after she was done with me. When the first wave hit her she released my hair and wrapping her arms tightly around me tried to inhale my tongue. As she continued to cum I took her a notch higher by thrusting my middle two fingers into her ass. I felt guilty about the extreme amount of effort Francine was exerting to keep from screaming. While Francine was demonstrating her stylized version of an early hominid lap dance for Pat I went down the hall to the teacher's lounge to see whether there was any coffee left. I was actually more interested in having a beer but a hot coffeepot would indicate the presence of another teacher working late so I was pleased to see the pot washed and in the drain. When I got back to my office I found Pat and Francine putting the furniture back in order. Francine asked, "Was my demonstration enough to successfully defend my thesis Mr. Cash?" I smiled as I sat on the edge of my desk. I answered, "Miss Butler if you had come in here and shown me the pelt or modeled it over your clothes you would have made your point but the totality of your presentation was sufficient to raise your test grade to a solid A." Her voice changed to Maple syrup as she continued, "You know Mr. Cash how you told us we needed to let you know the topic of our term projects by next Thursday. I was thinking I could extend my research in this area and do my project on a history of stripper's clothing and erotic accessories. What do you think?" I pretended to give it some thought but my dick was already telling me that it had made my decision for me. I said, "Why don't both you and Mr. Shank work on the project together. I can tell you without hesitation that Pat's a great researcher." We could immediately see that my suggestion wasn't being well received by Francine. Pat quickly responded, "Mr. Cash if Francine would rather not work with me I'd understand. I could go ahead with my project on the deification of early tribal leaders and heads of state." Francine was now embarrassed. "Oh no, it's just that Ben Roth is my boyfriend and if he found out I was working on a project with another boy I don't think he'd like it. It has nothing to do with working with you! Like today I really enjoyed it when you helped me with my thesis defense." She smiled coquettishly to Pat before turning to me and continuing. "Actually... I'm sure Ben wouldn't mind if it was a group project. Mr. Cash would it be alright if April and Betty joined Pat and me with the project? I've read enough to see that when royalty brought early dancers into their courts they usually got several girls to dance at the same time." This time I didn't need to pretend to think. This certainly escalated the pleasure potential but also the risk in the situation to significantly higher levels. I said to her, "Miss Butler I can imagine April's enthusiasm for any project which might feed her exhibitionist streak but Betty? I could never have imagined that this might be something which would appeal to her. Quite frankly it shocked me when she volunteered an answer in class when we were discussing Australopithecus!" Fran's enthusiasm fully kicked into gear. "That's why she'd be perfect for this! Betty's really smart with a beautiful face and killer body but she's just so painfully shy. I've been working with her to help her to get over that and that's why she volunteered in class. Can you imagine the breakthrough she could make if I could get her involved with this project?" She came over to be and began nibbling my ear. "Come on, Mr. C; if you let Betty join in on this you'll win my humanitarian award and it's..." She rubbed her tits on my shoulder. "really worth winning!" I laughed as I said, "Okay but no more presentations here on school grounds." "I already thought of that. My parents rarely use our cabin at Arrowhead Lake this time of year." I shook my head. "Lake Arrowhead is an hour's drive in good traffic. My house on Essex Drive is five minutes, tops. If your project involves multiple demonstrations it would be much more convenient." Fran said, "Essex would be great! I could walk there." "In front of my nosy neighbors? I don't think so. That's all I need is for them to get curious about high school age girls dropping over! We'll use a contractor's van I know I can borrow pretty much any time I want." Life went more or less back to relative normalcy. Apparently Miss Butler and Mr. Shank were capable of keeping their mouths shut since the teacher's whisper circuit was dormant. In class Francine hadn't acted in any way differently but every time I happened to make eye contact with Miss Lee she extravagantly licked her lips which wasn't really a good sign. I'd have to get Fran to speak to her about it. it was Betty Carlisle who most fascinated me, however. She would never make eye contact with me but whenever she slid into the periphery of my vision I could see her eyes following my every move. When the class was filing out I said, "Miss Butler if I might have a word..." After I was sure the rest of the students were out of earshot I asked, "What's up with Betty? She's acting very strangely the last two classes." Fran giggled, "After two weeks of turning me down, Tuesday afternoon she finally came up to me and told me she wanted to be part of our term project. I think she's still amazed at her own decision." "Are you sure you'll be able to keep her tongue from wagging?" She smiled coyly, "Oh yeah; I'm very sure about that. She doesn't want to be so shy. By the way; do you have any plans for next weekend?" I sighed. "Outside of preparing the following week's lesson plans nothing really, why?" "We'd like to give you our first demonstration of our term project on that Saturday." I couldn't help it. I'd thought about this moment for two weeks and what level of deportment I should project when it came but I just couldn't help it! I started grinning like a Cheshire cat. I so wanted to project this visage of being composed, objective, even professorial but I failed miserably. I could even feel my dick getting hard from the prospect which lay before me. I said, "I'll have to check my calendar to be absolutely sure but I'm fairly confident that Saturday's doable." Francine was pleased by my reaction and my botched attempt to regain my composure. She tilted her head and raised her eyes as if she was considering something, "Doable; what a terribly appropriate word for next Saturday. I can think of a number of things which will be doable that weekend." Oh, this demonstration is a bit elaborate and we'd all be more comfortable if we presented at the lake cabin if you don't mind. I told my parents that April, Betty and I wanted to have a girl's sleepover in the woods so they're cool with the idea." The fateful Saturday morning finally arrived and I picked Pat up at a quarter past ten. I had very specific instructions to be at Lake Arrowhead at precisely noon. Pat knew the way since he'd helped with the preparations. As we were headed up the Interstate he said, "While I'm confident you've been dwelling on the more salacious aspects of our presentation the girls and I want to be sure that you primarily judge us on the academic research which went into this project if that's possible." The History of Stripping I kept my eyes on the road. "Duly noted." It seemed that Miss Butler had a talent for understatement since her family's cabin had to cover at least six thousand square feet. The great room had to be at least forty by sixty with a stone fireplace open on all four sides which could easily accommodate four foot logs. Once again Fran had done some furniture moving since the center section of the room had been cleared for the evening's entertainment and against one wall a long sideboard was laden with fresh fruits, cheeses, meats and a variety of loaves of fresh baked breads. Pat handed me over to Betty who did a very correct curtsy as she said with downcast eyes, "My liege..." She took my hand and led me to a high backed chair which was almost throne-like in its dimensions. I was immediately taken aback by her apparent height and was sure she was wearing shoes which added at least five inches to her height. As I sat I studied the dress Miss Carlisle was wearing. It was predominantly taupe silk with crimson piping and some occasional lace flourishes. The tight bodice was cut sufficiently low as to display the top half of each aureole with her nipples barely peeking out. I guessed it to emulate either fourteenth or fifteenth century and wasn't cheap. At first I thought her completely in character but as I stared at her breasts I could quickly see her face redden with embarrassment. Pat emerged from one of the side rooms dressed in navy colored robes with gold piping. He immediately went to the groaning board and carved himself a small heel of rye and a slab of cheese. He said to me, "Professore, so good to see you again. I've heard the Sultan's imagination again sees the Mediterranean as his private bath." Okay, that line gave me a bit of an historical compass. Early sixteenth century, probably taking place in one of the Italian city states, likely Florence or Venice. I decided to try to nail it down. "He seems to have the ships to back him up this time." "Seems...? For every Venetian ship we can put to sea he can counter with eight. I fear a change in our standard of living if Henry looks ill upon us." For sure, middle sixteenth century Venice and the Henry he made reference to was France's Henry the Eighth who answered an appeal from Venice in... was it fifteen sixty four? I'd have to look it up. To my right Betty had seated herself and had begun to speak using good eye contact and only occasionally referring to her notes. "Early references to stripping as an entertainment form are extremely rare. Clothing had to complete multiple evolutions before the very act of disrobing could be deemed erotic. Miss Butler's performance in your office last month can only be seen as such when viewed through twentieth century eyes. We're quite sure that Homo habilis, Homo ergaster, or even the much later Homo erectus would have found her performance confusing since it only served to delay the psycho sexual gratification sought after the completion of the disrobing. When clothing only served as a form of protection against the elements and nudity carried no social stigma there can be nothing deemed erotic about its removal. The development of early dyes and cloths facilitated the production of greater varieties of fabrics used in clothing but in order for the act of undressing in a provocative manner to become established two intersecting social trends needed to become commonplace. Religious intrusion into all aspects of human behavior had to extend into the bedroom. The Egyptian gods seemed to have little interest in dictating human dress mores and even the Greco-Roman deities with the same petty lusts and jealousies as humans rarely saw garments as anything but impediments to quick sexual congress. Virtually all gods developed more than two thousand years ago were either an attempt to explain a natural phenomenon or some form of hero worship run amok. It was only with the development of the Judeo-Christian and Islamic faiths that religions decided that total control over all aspects of human behavior were needed to cement in their respective ascendancies. The second essential evolutionary thread inevitably came with the ever increasing variety of clothing choices and the class differentiation which came about because of the rarity and expense of certain cloths. At first examination a beautiful nude woman is classless with few clues as to whether she was born to the purple or in a roadside hovel. A below average looking woman can gain beauty by dressing herself in fine lamé and silks. She will jealously guard her right to be clothed and will automatically look down on the unclothed." She stopped speaking and clapped her hands twice quickly, as if to summon. From another door emerged April dressed in gossamer thin rose colored silks loosely held together by a gold chain linked between two golden frogs. The garment did little to conceal the exquisite slim athletic body beneath. There was little doubt in my mind that April had at some point in her youth received dance training of some sort as her moves were fluid and effortless. She finally cart wheeled toward, and wound up in, Pat's lap. April was softly mumbling in Pat's ear as Betty gave one final clap and the door to what was presumably a bedroom opened again and Francine emerged resplendent in a silk lime green skirt which had many layers of fabric but concealed nothing. She wore nothing from the waist up but the eyes of the beholder were immediately arrested by the jewel encrusted chopines she wore on her feet. They were every bit of fourteen inches tall and when added to her 5'8" natural height they made her close to seven feet tall. They were completely correct for the period and instantly explained my earlier consternation about Betty Carlisle's apparent height. Fran must have spent every free moment at home practicing walking in the leather soled cork shoes since her dance, although less gymnastic than April's, was equally entertaining. After the first two minutes of motion Fran's right hand slid down under the waist band of her skirt and she began pleasuring herself as her body flowed before our field of vision. Even though her eyes had been arrested by Fran's performance Betty continued with her lecture. I could easily spot the moisture on her upper lip as she said, "The Pope in Rome was particularly at the forefront in rewriting history to cast all things erotic as base and corrupting. The custom of dancers performing before men at court was quite common but the earliest versions of Old Testament mythology portray Salome's Dance of the Seven Veils as being so inflammatory as to corrupt King Herod to granting her the head of the executed John the Baptist. Similar myths were extant in Assyrian and Babylonian religions in which the goddess Ishtar must pass through seven gates to visit her sister in the underworld. The passage through each gate required her to shed an article... an art...cle of clothing before... she... in order to pass... shed an article of clothing in order to pass to the next gate until she enters the underworld completely naked." I smiled at her hesitations and memory lapses as her eyes grew to saucer-like proportions as she beheld April inhaling Pat's dick into her throat nestling her lips in his bed of pubic hair. Betty wrested her eyes from the sexual spectacle and continued, "The scene we are humbly attempting to portray for your consideration today was quite commonly held in sixteenth century Venice. An elder statesman or frequently the Doge himself would sponsor all male get-togethers at which politics and affairs on the world stage were discussed against an erotic backdrop provided by some of the best courtesans of the Republic. Courtesans, in fact, were the only women of the era who were allowed a voice in political discussions since knowledge of such things was considered entirely too adrenaline producing for taciturn women of station." Francine flowed over to my chair and lifted first one and then the other shoe to my groin for me to unclasp their buckles and remove them from her feet. In her way of thanking me she allowed me a brief suckle at each breast before lowering herself to her knees and then lowering my jeans and boxers to the floor. As she began licking her way around the head I couldn't help but stare at Betty who was in turn staring with rapt fascination at what Francine was doing to my cock. My curiosity got the better of me so I said in my most flat and non-seductive voice, "Betty please come over here." I held out my right arm in a gesture of welcome. She never stopped staring at the tableau before her but she came to stand next to my throne as I put my arm around her waist and hugged her. At that small affectionate gesture her eyes gradually shifted from my crotch to my face. She gazed at me as she tilted her head adopting a questioning visage. I dropped my gaze to her left nipple still struggling to peek over the confines of her bodice. Seeing where my gaze had become riveted she raised her right hand and pushed the bodice down so her breasts could spring free. I unhurriedly took the nipple into my mouth as her left hand rose to the back of my neck to help hold me against her chest. At that point Francine rose to dance before me and complete the stripping the entire demonstration was intended to display. Her dancing was extremely erotic but at one point she reached over and lowered the zipper on the back of Betty's dress. Betty's fingers stopped playing with my hair and her eyes once again became saucers as I could see the panic take hold of her. I raised my lips from her breast and as I wrapped my arms around her I kissed her forehead as my fingers found and then raised her zipper. The momentary relief which displayed on her face was quickly replaced by a look of gratitude and wonder. She took my cheeks in her hands and leaned in and kissed me passionately. I had little doubt that soon it would be her own fingers lowering that zipper. Francine must have been thinking exactly the same thing because I saw her smirk and nod her head in homage to my zipper gesture. She pushed her skirt to the floor and stood proudly before me clad only in one gold ankle bracelet. She knelt before me, slipped off my socks and shoes before pulling my jeans off and casting them aside. Francine took me in her mouth only long enough to properly lubricate me before turning around and getting on her hands and knees. She waited patiently for me to enter her and as much as I wanted to plow that field I was also acutely aware of the effect the tableau we were creating was having on the less experienced Miss Carlisle. I said, "On your back, Miss Butler." I then turned to Betty. "Miss Carlisle I want you to sit on the floor next to Miss Butler. I'd be pleased if you just sat there studying the various reactions on her face. If at any point you feel compelled to participate you may offer your nipples for her to suck but under no circumstances are you to avail yourself of any parts of her body without first asking my permission. Is that clear?" She answered with downcast eyes, "Yes Mr. Cash.", as she nestled herself next to Fran. I then lowered myself between Fran's legs and began to kiss and explore everything before me. She was already quite wet and it wasn't long before she began her plaintive moaning. I inserted two fingers and began searching for her little bundle of nerve endings as I continued to suck her prominent clit. She switched from low moans to rapid-fire whimpers as I found my target. Betty was fascinated. She lowered herself until she was supported on her forearms on either side of Fran's head as she began to run her fingers through her hair. Betty patiently waited until Fran made and held eye contact. She then lowered herself so Fran could have easy access to her breasts. Fran's howling told all in the room of the arrival of her first orgasm of the day. I then asked a very aroused Betty, "Betty would you like to take over for me and bring Miss Butler to her next climax?" Betty turned and looked at me as I rubbed my chin over Fran's distended clitoris. "No thank you Mr. Cash. I'm sorry but I'm not ready for that." I disentangled one arm and began stroking Betty's hair. "You have nothing to be sorry for Miss Carlisle. The entire purpose of these activities is to bring pleasure and if you're uncomfortable pleasure becomes more difficult." I glanced back to where Pat and April were cuddling on one of the long sofas. I said to Betty, "It seems that Mr. Shank and April are resting from their hedonistic activities. Would you go and offer them some food and drink?" Although Betty answered "Yes sir." I could see that she interpreted her task as a form of banishment. I pulled Fran's hips up and immediately entered her 'doggie style'. My cock had been ignored too long and relished its new home. At some point in the afternoon Pat and I must have switched partners because I awoke from a short nap with April draped across me. My fingers reached for her pussy but she quickly pushed my hand away. "Not just yet Professore. Fun and games can come later but for now our demonstration isn't quite over yet. We all agreed to contribute to the presentation but Betty's too shy to perform before everyone so Frannie said she could give her demonstration in private." She turned to where Betty was quietly standing with downcast eyes. April continued, "And except for one mistake when her boobies fell out of her dress..." A tiny smirk appeared on Betty's lips. "Betty was to have remained clothed until her demonstration. That demonstration will be held now, in the other room." Betty came over to me and held her hand out for me to take. April moved aside so I could rise and follow Betty into one of the bedrooms. I couldn't help but notice that she'd replaced her breasts back into her bodice. A fully clothed woman was leading a naked me into a bedroom. I couldn't help it; my dick was rapidly rising to stand at attention. She smiled and stopped, released my hand and led me the rest of the way by my cock. After she had seated me on the foot of the bed Betty began swaying her hips in perfect time to music which played only in her head but which, as time went by, I began to hear clearly. I was certainly mesmerized but couldn't help but say, "I'm not sure why yet but I'm more turned on now than I can ever remember being." Her hips continued swaying as she slowly inched her top down until her breasts once again swung free. She asked, "Are you informing me or asking me why?" She was gaining confidence. "I had thought I was imparting information but if you can educate me I'd certainly be pleased." She leaned forward and allowed me a quick suckle at her right breast as she said, "I don't actually know for sure but the thought had occurred to me that perhaps it's been a long time since you last had a virgin?" I raised my eyebrows as I answered, "Oh and you think that event is in my immediate future?" As she turned and faced away from me her right hand went to the dress' zipper and began pulling it down. I heard her softly answer as if to herself, "I wouldn't be a bit surprised." She lowered the dress to the floor and I she stepped out of it I confirmed the presence of the eight inch chopines whose presence I'd previously only suspected. The chemise she had earlier lowered to give me access to her breasts was now bunched around her middle so she crossed her arms, lifted it over her head and tossed it to one side. She continued her dance wearing only the chopines and a pair of rather baggy baby-blue silk step-ins. Her nipples were erect and seemingly waiting for my lips so when her dance next brought her close enough to grab I did so. From a seated position the shoes made the nipples out of reach so I stood and leaned in to suck first one, then the other into my mouth. I'd pretty much had it with historical accuracy so I turned, pushed her down on the bed and freed each of her feet from the shoes. I held her left foot to my lips and began giving each of her button toes its individual blowjob. Betty raised her hip and hooking her thumbs in the sides of her step-ins lowered them down to her calves where I took over and removed them. I was surprised to see a completely shaved pussy before me. She saw the direction of my gaze and giggled. She quickly closed her thighs before immediately spreading them as wide as she could manage. She began, "April and Pat were on the costume committee but Frannie made two contributions to my performance this evening. The shaven area you're staring at so lustfully is one of them." "And the other?" She reached up to pull me down on top of her. Just before our lips met she answered, "The pills I've been taking every morning." I wrapped her in my arms and she forced my lips apart as her tongue snaked its way into my mouth. For the next forty minutes we made out as if we were middle schoolers. At one point she broke our kiss and asked, "I want to suck your... thing. Would you let me know what changes I should make so I can learn to do it better?" I smiled and thought to myself, "This was why I got into teaching." "For starters let's drop the euphemisms. Call things by their correct names." Betty grinned and took my dick in her hand. "Sorry, I knew that. May I suck your cock and would you mind giving me pointers?" It was my turn to grin as I kissed and then released her. "Miss Carlisle, be my guest." She slid down my chest and stomach so her cheek was resting on my hip as she closely studied every detail of my appendage. She then licked it from base to tip before taking the head momentarily into her butter soft mouth. She raised her head as if looking for encouragement and I nodded for her to continue. Betty's head rose and fell as she made sure I was fully lubricated. She then, with seemingly no effort or discomfort, took my seven inches into her throat and began bobbing up and down almost languorously. I groaned, "Betty! That's amazing... how?" Betty laughed and lifted her head to give me a quick kiss. "Thanks! I've been practicing all week with kielbasas hoping to impress you." She began to lower her head back to her task but I stopped her saying simply, "My turn." I pushed her onto her back and began by kissing my way around her face. Eyes, ears, cheeks, lips, I covered them all before working my down her throat arriving at her lovely breasts. She arched her back reactively and sunk her fingers into my hair. I abandoned her breasts to my fingers pinching her nipples as my lips moved on to her belly. She groaned as my tongue entered her navel; it seemed that her entire skin surface was one huge erogenous zone. The moment my lips touched Betty's inner thigh she nearly broke my nose by thrusting her hips up into a classic wrestler's bridge in an attempt to offer up her pussy to my lips. I chuckled as I put my right index finger in her mouth and my lips on her labia. So Betty Carlisle, the shiest girl in my class, had become Betty Carlisle the ultimate sensualist. Had it been physically possible I'm sure my hand would have begun lactating in response to her feverous sucking as she rhythmically pounded her pussy onto my tongue. Neither of us could wait any longer. Betty dug her fingers into my shoulders and rolled me onto my back. She reached below and guided my cock to the entrance to her passage. I let her control the tempo of her own ascent to womanhood and she soon had impaled herself upon me. Breakfast was a community effort, my task being to prepare the potatoes and onions. April asked, "Too soon for me to begin pouring the pancakes?" I turned the contents of the frying pan. "Not at all, these seem to be a proper shade of brown. Pour away!" The History of Stripping I turned to Francine, "Your presentation last evening earned you all highest grades. Have you determined your next venue?" She replied, "For sure. The earliest graphic evidence we've found was an artist's rendering from the court of Louis XV of France circa 1720. We've already begun work on the costumes." I could see that this year was going to be a profound affirmation of all those reasons I got into teaching.