What masturbation is

"You have thought about masturbation," her professor stated ponderously. "What is it?"

"Its a, um, form of self satisfaction." Despite her presentation, Tara still felt embarrassed explaining such a thing. "A person can use their hands or a toy to... stimulate themselves to orgasm."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Yes." Tara studied her feet intently.

"How often?"

"Usually once a day," answered Tara, self conscious of her desire. It felt like a lot when she said it aloud. The young woman wondered what her fellow students thought of this. Soon their snide thoughts were audible. Alone on the stage, Tara heard "nympho" more than once.

"That is quite frequent," commented the professor. "I imagine you would be an expert." There was another flush of shame and more snickers from the audience.

Defensively, Tara stammered out "its healthy and can relieve stress. Lots of people do it as much as me, I think."

"Are you stressed now?"

Tara gulped, knowing it was a trap, but answered honestly "yes."

"Then masturbate for us," her professor ordered. "I want to know how you do it."

Quivering, Tara reached toward her own breast. She could feel the leering eyes of her classmates crawling over her. With stunted, unnatural movements, she started squeezing her large milk sack.

Warm feelings of pleasure made Tara relax. Her hands massaged her soft flesh, repeating familiar movements as she masturbated with practised ease. Her fingers glided across her soft flesh to tenderly pinch her nipples. A pitched moan escaped Tara's open mouth.

To limit the time it wasn't pleasuring her, the student's delicate hand dashed toward her moist sex. Once their, its fingers spread her lips. Tara's middle finger stroked up and down her glistening hole.

The nude beauty's other hand remained massaging her breast. Tenderly its fingers rolled over the soft flesh.

The young woman bit her lip as a wonderful warmth radiated through her body; the knowledge that she was doing such lewd acts nude and in full view of her classmates had retreated to the back of her mind. Her pussy lips stayed spread as she circled her clit, gasping at the new sparks of pleasure it gave her.

The class's view of her pussy was blocked only when Tara hooked two fingers into that private hole to caress her g-spot. Lost to hot passion, Tara closed her eyes. Gyrating like a cheap stripper, she groped her tit and finger fucked her pussy.

As the pleasure boiled in her, strange images filled her mind. For a moment she thought she was in an alien jungle her limbs restrained by vines while more echoed the desired movements of her fingers. The vines pinched her nipple almost to the point of pain sending a bolt of ecstasy to her brain. More leafy tendrils entered her slit touching her in that fiery way she loved.

Tara gasped as a cool wave of relaxation brought her back to the classroom. But the relative calm didn't last long. Her loins were a bonfire of burning need. Passion radiated through her body. Dizziness overcame the young woman and she was barely aware of the dull thud as her ass hit the floor of the stage.

Tara didn't care. Now sitting, she spread her legs as far as possible, wanting easy access to her needy, young cunt. An unseen force helped her, pulling her legs farther apart. One hand stayed buried in her nethers while the other molested her tits, alternate from one to the other.

The shadowed faces watching her whispered amogst themselves:

"She seems to enjoy it."

"Is she close to cumming?"

"That's a tight pussy for a slut."

"I can't believe she would masturbate at school."

Humiliation burned anew in the young woman. Until now, Tara had forgoten she was naked and obscenely playing with herself on stage. But she was too close to stop.

The exhibitionist's professor seemed to grow in size as he watched. His eye scrutinized her ever move, magnifying the feeling of exposure and shame in Tara.

Yet the horny student kept going. Her thumb rubbed against her clit as her fingers pressed against the walls of her dripping cunt.

Tara whimpered; she wanted to be filled by a cock or even just a dildo. Her entire crotch tingled with pleasure. It almost felt like the flesh was being stroked, or somehow tasted, by vines.

At last, the young Tara felt her need for orgasm come to a climax. She slammed her shoulders back onto the stage. Her tits were mauled roughly and her nipples pinched by the hand not attending to her gushing gash. Hungrily she arched her back and thrust her steaming sex into the air. Tara's pussy-pleasing hand forced all its fingers fingers into her. She felt them squirm like alien tentacles while her palm mashed into her clit. The eighteen-year-old screamed with delight as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

Left panting, Tara laid on the stage. As the echos of her orgasm buzzed through her body, she gently toyed with herself. The world was a fog of lingering arousal for her; she drifted between the jungle and the lecture stage.