redefining literature

Trying her best to press on with the planned lecture despite the cognitive dissonance that she was experiencing Professor Moore saw her opportunity to try and steer the conversation back to articles of speech and away from more unsavory subjects.

"Aubrey's example is a kind of analogy we call a simile." She said, writing the word on the board.

"Which one of you here can define what a simile is for me?"

Professor Moore felt goosebumps as it felt like the air around her shimmered, and a student near the back of the class raised his hand.

"Yes, Peter?"

"A simile is when a girl flashes her tits."

Professor Moore could feel herself getting more and more frustrated, and not just at Peter's inappropriate word choice. She looked down at her lecture notes and what she had written was totally different. Why were her notes wrong? Clearly the student was right. This lecture was meant as a chapter review before the exam, and she remembered teaching the correct definition of a simile to the students before. It doesn't sound like her to teach something so vulgar especially since it didn't relate to literature but everything in the curriculum was approved by the dean of the humanities department at the start of the school year. Was this the kind of material her class was about? She had always considered herself a pretty conservative proper woman but she couldn't deny the facts. She had taught this very material to dozens of classes for multiple years.

"Peter mind your language. He's right however. Apologies class, it that wasn't the best example Aubrey." She said giving Aubrey a stern look as if to blame her for the professor's misstep.

Aubrey, ever a brown nose and one adverse to disappointing her superiors quickly stood up and flashed her tits.

"Sorry Missus Moore! I'll do better on the test." Aubrey said, her cheeks beet red, embarrassed by having given the wrong answer in front of the whole class.

"That's enough Aubrey sit down. What I meant to say earlier," She started, adjusting her bra to give an heir of professionalism and straighten herself out before continuing.

John decided to see if he could push the limits of the semantics machine and change even the connotation of words. Cadence saw him look like a man obsessed hunched over his device furiously typing away as Mrs. Moore spoke.

"A metaphor is a type of analogy. For instance: the sun setting behind the mountains is a penis thrusting itself into a butthole." Professor Moore recited, as she paced the room slowly.

A handful of kids gasped and a small group of kids near the front started muttering amongst themselves. Professor Moore immediately recognized her mistake and was mortified at her own language. She could feel beads of sweat roll down her chest and feared an impending HR meeting.

"Asshole! I meant to say the sun setting behind the mountains is a cock thrusting itself into a asshole. I'm so sorry for my language. It was a slip of the tongue." She insisted.

Moore rubbed her temples. She was seriously starting to wonder if she had perhaps had too much to drink last night. She did not drink often but she couldn't think of any other reason she might forget her own lecture material and start cussing like a juvenile delinquent in front of her class. Come to think of it she felt rather ashamed for having earlier chided Aubrey and Peter on their own usage of language. Surely she would prefer Petter say tits and Aubrey say ass instead of something as crude as boobs and butt. Or even worse, she shuddered at the thought 'breasts'. None of those words were befitting of an academic setting.

John moved his hand away from the keyboard on his device, leaned back in his chair and raised his hand.

"Yes John what is it?" Moore asked, clearly exasperated at his constant interruptions.

"Can you give me another example of a metaphor?"

"Well if you were enrolled in this class you would have had plenty of time to ask questions about these things in our earlier lectures." She said feeling quite smug and crossing her arms.

He may still be here even though he already left but it serves him right that he can't keep up with the rest of the class. Much to her chagrin she saw several students in the front row holding their heads looking rather confusedly at their textbooks. Much as she wanted to leave it at that to stick it to this unruly brat in her room without an invitation she couldn't let her students hang out to dry like that during the exam especially after all of her behavior today.

"Very well then class," she sighed, "I will give one last example of a metaphor before the exam."

Saying so, she turned around and slowly pulled her panties down bending all the way over. She stuck her fingers between her labia lips and spread them out for the whole class to get a good view of the inside of her pussy. She was about to pull her panties back up when it suddenly occurred to her that she was already in the perfect position to have her students give her exam. Side stepping over so that she was in front of her desk, she braced herself with the other arm against the desk and decided to start calling up students alphabetically.

Many of the students exams were rather sloppy. lots of groping and feeling. The exam didn't have any relevance to the chapter review she went over or really anything in the chapter, but they were all diligently examining her. The brave few stuck some fingers up her pussy and even sometimes their cocks. She wasn't the biggest fan of being penetrated by her young male co-eds but she had always graded based on effort. A few students chief among them Cadence and Aubrey went so far as to eat out her pussy and her ass and she was sure that deserved an A+. She still didn't understand what any of this had to do with literature but she had made a commitment to her class to do at least one exam for every chapter in the book they covered. She had a lot of time to think about the confusing events of the day as she had 25 students in her class, but it wasn't until after john finished a load in her ass and a wave of air tingled again her pussy that it all suddenly started to make sense.

Of course she was having sex with her students and teaching them all about it. This was a literature class after all.