Principles of Lust

John = Male Character
Doe = Female Character

John was really bummed. He had his graduating semester all setup with in-depth engineering courses to help ready him for the high-paying job awaiting his graduation and his counselor told him he needed 3 more Social Science credits. He really hated those wishy-washy classes, preferring the cold hard science and numbers of engineering. However, he REALLY needed to graduate, he had a six-figure starting job lined up and his employer wasn’t going to wait.

The good thing was, as a graduating senior he had first choice of all the offered classes. He sat down at his computer and looked over the list. Sociology, Psychology, Inter-cultural-Relations . . . It all sucked! Then he saw it, way at the bottom of the list, the name alone grabbed his interest, “Principles of Lust – An in-depth study of the history and nature of human sexuality” It sounded like pure bullshit, but, hey, he might learn some things about sex and god knew he needed help there. He went through the motions and signed up for the course. The course confirmation process took longer then normal and then when approved a bunch of permission pages he’d never seen before popped up, like most, he just clicked ‘yes’ to all of them to get it over with and get on his way.

The first day of class arrived and John showed up a little early to the classroom. It was in a small building he’d never been in on the far side of campus in a small room that only sat twenty or so with a big stage with screen up front. He also noticed a couple of cameras setup in the room and a couple more on the walls. There were only fifteen other students there, one more girl then guys. To his amazement, all the girls were very attractive, some smokin’ hot. They varied from looking like cheerleaders to a couple of Goth ones with dark hair and piercings. Always nervous around new people, John muttered some hi’s as he walked to an open seat looking down at his feet, averting the other students eyes.

Right as the bell rang the professor walked in. She had a dark complexion, was fairly tall for a woman, and had long jet black hair that went half way down her back. She was dressed in a tight fitting skirt-suit that she filled out. “Holy shit!” John thought, “She’s fucking hot! Must be 36DD’s trying to get out of there.” He felt his cock jump in his pants and immediately moved to hide his embarrassment.

“Good morning class,” the professor said in a warm and sensuous tone, “I’m Professor Rati and we’re here to learn about Sex: intercourse, copulating, procreating, making-love, screwing, boinking, and of course FUCKing. We’re going to study and experience it all to gain a better understanding of sex and our own carnal desires.” She had a lush way of talking and John sat memorized. Then with a jerk he came to and realized she was stripping!

“As you all know,” Professor Rati coolly continued, “You have signed participation and non-disclosure forms about this class. Nothing that happens that pertains to this course is to be mentioned outside this building or I will personally see you are thrown out of this college and every penny you own taken from you. Our activities will be taped, but those tapes will only be used for research and never leave this building either. You are required to perform at least five labs during the course and participation in class is always encouraged and will definitely help your grade. Are there any questions?” When Prof Rati stopped speaking, she stood totally naked in front of the class. The room was deathly silent.

“My god she’s perfect!”  John thought, “Big firm tits, very curvy, nice big round ass, nicely trimmed black bush, no tan lines and fascinating green eyes”  His cock bulged in his pants and he turned red with embarrassment.  He looked around and saw everyone else in the class was staring at Prof Rati, the guys noticeably fidgeting in their chairs.

“No questions?” asked Prof. Rati, “then let’s begin . . .”