The Anatomy Professor, Mr. Clark and his T.A. Norma

Wendell looked over at the bag on the floor. "Who did you get?" he asked looking back to Francis.

"I don't know," Francis teased, "It could be anyone."

Wendell got out from under Francis and got off the bed, getting on a knee to dig through the bag. He reached in and pulled out two people: a healthy, handsome middle-aged man in a grey suit and patterned tie, the anatomy professor Mr. Clark; and a young woman with brown hair, in a yellow sweater vest and grey skirt, with a white shirt and dark blue tie underneath, Mr Clark's T.A. Norma.

"Mr Clark and Norma...why?" Wendell asked looking up to Francis.

"You're not much of a gossip are you Wendell?"

"Not...really no."

"Up, up," Francis patted the bed next to him. "Story time." Wendell obliged and Francis continued. "So, last night you and I were talking about how Stacy and Hank were total bullies right, and how you didn't feel bad to wear them."

"Yeah. So?"

"So, that got me thinking that we could totally take down a bunch the jerks here on campus. I mean they're everywhere you look."

He's not wrong there I guess.

"The first one's that came to mind were these two," Francis said gesturing to the bag. "Did you know these two are sleeping together?"

"Really? No. Wait, isn't Mr Clark married?"

"Yeah, and he doesn't give a damn apparently. Treats his wife like property from what I hear."

"Ok, so I get him then, but why Norma?" Wendell said tipping his head towards the bag.

"She convinces him to give people she doesn't like shitty grades."

"Ouch. Ok then...so what do you want to do with them?"

"You know that Mr. Clark gives a late class?" Francis said straddling Wendell once more.

"I guess I didn't, no," Wendell said feeling Francis grind into crotch.

"Well, how would you like an anatomy lesson," Francis said, getting very close to Wendell's face. "and a taste of what I had last night?" Wendell raised his eyebrows, inhaled sharply and looked over at the bag.

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There were eleven students in Mr. Clark's evening class. The room was a smaller one that had individual desks for the students and a desk at the front for a professor, much more like a grade school classroom. Being in the upstairs of the biology wing, it had all the usual posters of human anatomy and diagrams of plants and animals that one expects from such a place. The students mostly waited patiently, except for one scrawny guy that bounced his knee and tapped a pencil on his desk near the front. Mr Clark, in grey suit and tie, followed by Norma, in her yellow sweater vest and grey skirt, burst in the room 10 minutes late to the 1hr class.

"I would say I'm sorry for being late," Francis said, wearing Mr Clark with a furrowed brow, "but I don't really care. Now today, my assistant Norma and I will be giving a special lecture about female reproductive anatomy."

"Uhh, Mr Clark," a female student with a turtle neck interrupted, "aren't we supposed to be doing the ligaments of the hand today?"

Francis distorted Mr Clark's face in his best scowl. "No. That's boring and dumb and I hate it, so we're skipping it." Francis almost slipped into a big grin, but managed to retain his serious face. The turtle neck girl seemed taken aback, but said nothing further. Francis turned to give a Wendell, inside Norma, a quick glance. Francis turned his furrowed angry eyes to the scrawny guy. "You, string bean, what do you know about pussy?" The entire class seemed to jumped back a bit at this.

"I....I....I...what?" the scrawny said bursting into laughter.

"I asked you," Francis said putting his fists on his hips, "what you know about pussy! So, tell me! Knock off that goddamn laughter, and say it." The scrawny student stopped laughing and straightened up.

"I-ff-nothing..p-professor Clark," the student replied not knowing what to say.

"Figures," Francis said with an eye roll. He ran a hand through Mr. Clark's full hair for effect. "Well, Norma here is going to help you learn all about it today. Norma?" He turned to Wendell.

Wendell was jittery with nervousness and excitement, but also fueled by anonymity and a distinct wetness in his new anatomy. He climbed up on the desk and faced the class. With a heavy inhale and only a brief pause, he hiked up the grey skirt to give the whole class a good view of Norma's totally bare pussy. This got several gasps and a single "hell yeah!" from a guy in a back row seat. A slighty older female student actually put her hand over her face, and looked through her fingers.

"Oh my god!" the turtle neck wearing girl said in disgust with her cheeks turning a bright red.

"This," Francis said with a finger pointed at the vulva, "is pussy. And for those of you that don't know, I'm lookin' you at string bean, pussy needs stimulation!" Francis set about spreading Norma's lips with two fingers giving everyone a clear look at Norma's clit and making Wendell tense at the new sensation. "You stimulate pussy in two ways. First, by rubbing the clit." Francis began to take a finger of his opposite hand and rub up and down Norma's clit.

Oh...OOOH..I'm not...sure I'm... gonna be able to....stand here much longer.

It took a lot of focus for Wendell to stay upright.

"I-I can't watch this," the turtle neck girl said. She pulled up her schoolbag, tossed in her things and bolted out the door. No one else did much beside watch in pure fascination at the sexual display. The scrawny guy had his mouth hanging open slightly. Wendell was breathing in an audible hahh, hahh, hahhh.

"What!?" Francis shouted in Mr Clark's deep voice after the girl. "You see the same thing in your morning shower! Anyway," Francis continued to rub Norma's clit, "after enough clitoris stimulation you'll see sufficient lubricant to allow the second form stimulation: penetration!" Right after saying that, he jammed two fingers up into Norma.

"Ohh, GOD!" Wendell shouted in Norma's high voice, and he actually fell straight to his knees, Norma's brown hair giving a wild flop about with the sudden movement.

"As you can see," Francis continued, "the effect is obvious."

The woman peaking through her fingers adjusted in her seat pressing her legs very firmly together. The scrawny guy put his anatomy book in his lap; his mouth hung open even wider.

"With these two methods you bring a woman closer to orgasm," Francis was still fingering Wendell in front of everyone. Wendell was having trouble focusing and still holding the skirt up. His mouth was gaping, and ragged breaths shot out. Norma's sweater visibly moved in and out with each breath.

"Now," Francis said, "with a taste test," he yanked out his fingers and gave them a quick taste. "Not bad...with a taste test, you can tell if a woman is ready for intercourse. That means fucking string bean." He pointed the moist fingers at the scrawny student vainly trying to hide his erection. "Norma?"

Wendell, gasping, panting and hot, got down and laid his back on the desk. He scooted Norma's ass up to the edge of the desk, the left side of his body facing the students, and put his knees up. Francis got into position behind him, and pulled Wendell by his thighs into to postion lining up his crotch with Norma's exposed pussy. He starting uzipping Mr Clarks suit pants.

"Once enough enough stimulation is achieved," Francis undid Clark's belt, and pulled out Clark's sizable cock, "you can now insert your penis. But you can't just jam the thing in like an amateur." He gripped his cock and started rubbing his head into Norma's lips, hitting her clit. Wendell bit his lower lip, and turned his head to look at the students. They were all completely engrossed in a morbid, aroused curiosity. The woman peaking through her fingers now had her other hand in between her legs.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm going to get fucked in front of all these people...and I love it.

Francis pushed Clark's cock into Norma's pussy.

"Oh fuck! OH! I-wo-Ahhhh." Wendell contorted, arching his back.

"Now," Francis said with a more heated air, "you can start pumping." He began to thrust in even pulses. "You watching string bean? Even with the pumping, urgh-, some clittoral stimulation can still be desired." He reached down with his left hand and started rubbing Norma's clit with his thumb. Wendell shut his eyes.

That's so fucking good!

"Now," Francis said between grunts. "all you...do...is...keep...at it...until..."

"ARGHHHHH!!" Wendell screamed out.

"SHE COMES!," Francis finished. The sight of the young woman orgasming, and knowing that Wendell was inside her, made him start to cum also and he buried his cock as deeply as he could in Norma and let everything he had out.

I can fucking feel him throbbing in me!

Francis leaned over, slaming his hands on the desk, still inside Norma. His chest hefted up and down in big gulps of air. "WHEW!" he said regaining his composure and pulling of Norma. Wendell was totally slack and simply let Norma's legs fall, her shoe heels slamming into the side of the desk. Zipping back up, Francis said in his best professorial tone, "well, that concludes today's lecture. I will not be taking any questions. Good day. Norma, if you please," he gestured to the door, but Wendell merely laid there in a post orgasm glow. "NORMA?"

oh yeah that's me!

With a cough, Wendell sat up, pressed Norma's skirt back down, and hopped off the desk. They both walked out of the room silently. Francis poked Mr Clark's head back in one last time.

"There's gonna be a test on tuesday," then he vanished once more leaving the stunned, wide-eyed students to contemplate what they had just seen.

"Oh...MY...GOD-D-D-D!!!!" the woman looking through her fingers climaxed.