1:23

Professor Lang turned her back on the class and went to the dry erase board, her long, dark hair a pleasing contrast against the creamy, pale skin of her back. She picked up the eraser and wiped away 'Fuck you!' with its decorative hearts. In black marker she wrote, Alpha male suggestions, she underlined it and then wrote below it, female remove top.

"What else Mr. Orlando?" Lang asked. Still facing the board.

"Remove your skirt?" He asked tentatively.

"Number two, remove skirt," Lang said as she wrote it. She turned and undid the zipper on the side of her skirt, shimmied it down a bit and letting it dropped unceremoniously to her ankles. She had on matching white panties and pantyhose. With her back still to the class, she bent daintily, picked up the skirt, folded it and draped it on her desk chair along with her top. She turned to face the class, cupped an elbow, walked around and then leaned on the edge of her desk as was her habit when she lectured. Kent's eyes focused in on the enticing dark patch just visible under the pantyhose and panties.

"What now Mr. Orlando?" Lang asked waving the marker offhandedly.

"Wow, um ... yeah," Kent said rubbing his face. What indeed? he thought. Is there some limit to this? How far will this go?

"Dude? The chick's just about naked and your having moral conflict?" a voice came from behind him.

Kent turned and was utterly flabbergasted to see his best friend from high school sitting behind him.

"Donny? What the hell are you doing here?" Kent asked.

Donny Stevenson had had no ambition beyond high school sports and right after high school, he had gone to work for his uncle's construction company. That aside, Donny was suppose to be back in Ohio and not in his anthropology class here at Honolulu University.

Donny gave his usual crooked smile. "Don't ask me," Donny said. "This is your fucking head. Maybe I represent the part of you that is a little less moralistic and wouldn't mind seeing more of your hot Asian professor that looks like Sandra Oh from Grey's Anatomy .

"That's who she looks like!" Kent barked.

"And maybe a little of that cute Neffie girl too." Donny added giving Kent a light buddy punch on the shoulder. "Come on, you've been imaging those two naked from day one."

Embarrassed at having his inner thoughts so bluntly exposed, Kent turned around and looked to see how Lang and Neffie were responding to Donny's disruption.

"What else from the alpha male?" Lang asked still on the lesson. Either she hadn't heard or more likely, didn't care what Donny was saying.

"Dude," Donny said from behind him. "Tell her to take off the hose."

Best friend or not, Kent had learned never to do anything that Donny suggested. Kent turned and said to Donny, or whatever he represented his own twisted psyche, "I think I should do the exact opposite of what you suggest and get up to go find Harriet."

"That Neffie is really cute ain't she?" Donny said.

Kent looked at Neffie. The Filipino girl was impossibly cute. Neffie looked up from her laptop and gave him a dazzling white smile.

"Don't you wanna see if she's that perfect shade of brown all over?" Donny asked.

He did want to see ... but was it right?

"Dude? This is all inside of your head," Donny said exasperated. "No one's gonna fucking know a thing."

"Professor Lang," Kent said, "Take off the pantyhose."

"The alpha finally makes a decision," Lang said, clearly mocking him. She stood away from her desk and shimmied out of her hose. The dark triangle between her legs became more pronounced with just the panties.

"Go for it all bro," Donny said. "Get Neffie in on this too.

"Neffie, stand and take off your shirt."

He watched the slim Filipino girl stand and pull her shirt over her head exposing a lemon yellow bra over cute tiny a-cup breasts. She arranged her shoulder length black hair and gave Kent one of her bright smiles again. Unlike, Lang, Neffie showed no reverence for her clothing and simply dropped it on the floor and kicked it aside.

"The jeans too," Kent said so softly that he had barely spoken aloud, but in this world of the inside of his head, Neffie seemed to hear him loud and clear. She shucked her jeans revealing slim brown legs and pale peach panties.

"Neffie," Professor Lang said, "continue with my list on the board please."

Neffie obeyed and Kent got a sweet view of the Filipino girl's cute little ass in her peach panties as she listed Kent's the current requests:

Tells professor to remove skirt.

Tells professor to remove pantyhose.

Tells Neffie to remove shirt.

Tells Neffie to remove jeans.

"There we stand," Lang said as she paced in front of the class. "Any observations?"

The movie star chick sitting across the isle from Kent raised her hand.

"Yes, Mary?" Lang asked.

"Dude," Donny said, "That's the chick from the that TV show ... righteous ..."

Kent nodded for it was righteous.

"Why is he going about this so slowly?" Mary asked. "He is in absolute control yet he seems hesitant, unsure."

"Maybe he's creating a sexual tension," Donny said in defense of his friend.

"Or maybe," Mary said, "he isn't alpha male material."

"Perhaps that is so," Lang said. "Is she right Mr. Orlando? Are you too timid to take advantage of the situation?"

Annoyed at having his masculinity questioned, Kent looked at Mary and said, "Take off your top and skirt too."

Mary complied with no hesitation. She had on a lacy red bra and matching boyshort panties, her figure slim and inviting with breast size somewhere between Lang and Neffie.

"That's showing her," Donny said approvingly. "What you waiting for dude? Let's see some titty."

"Professor Lang, remove your bra," Kent said doing his best to sound sure and manly.

Lang pushed away from her desk and walked toward Kent, locking eyes with him.

She ain't gonna do it he thought.

"Dude," Danny said, "Thinking something is like saying it aloud here in your head."

"He's floundering," Mary said. "Even in his fantasies he lacks will."

"Shut up," Kent said.

Lang reached behind her, unhooked her bra and it fell away. Her B-cup breasts were nice and perky with alert light brown nipples surrounded by half dollar size areolas.

"Now we're talking," Dean said.

"Disappear," Kent said to Donny.

"Aw dude! Uncool," Dean said and then vanished in a blink.

Kent stood and brushed his hands over Lang's naked breasts. Illusion or not, she felt absolutely real. Harriet will make a gillion dollars with this helmet thingy, he thought absently as he gently pinched a stiff brown nipple. He looked into Lang's face; she looked back at him passively with an edge of a smile causing his heart to race with excitement. Neffie stepped up to him. At five ten, he towered over her, the girl was barely five feet tall if that. She met his eyes and smiled up at him. He didn't have to say what he wanted her to do.

Neffie reached behind her back and unhooked her canary yellow bra exposing her small brown breasts tipped with tiny blackish brown nipples. He dropped to his knees, put his hands to her hips and slid her yellow panties to her ankles. She was a perfect even brown all over. His eyes lingered on the the black tight triangle of hair between her slim thighs. He reached around and gripped her ass, leaned in and sucked on a dark nipple. She let out a small giggle.

He stood again and looked at Mary and said, "Stand," and she did. He imagined her naked, probably something he had done thousands of times over the years of watching her shows. The dark haired exotic beauty complied by removed her bra and panties. He walked up to her and ran his hands up and down her pale slender form, lingering at key junctures: breasts, ass and pubic mound. Her pubic hair was sparse, almost non existent, her opening moist and inviting.

"Now what Mr. Orlando?" Lang asked leaning on the edge of her desk like she always did, only now in just her panties. "What dirty desires does the alpha male want to explore?" She looked at Kent with a casual expression like she had asked him a question about the lesson.

"What dirty desires," he whispered, "... what fantasies ..."

"One would think that would be easy question to answer," Lang said with a mocking edge.

"On your knees," Kent said. Lang obeyed without question. Kent looked at Mary and said, "Go down on every guy in the room. When one comes in your mouth, come to Professor Lang's and drool it on her face.

"Seems you have found something suitably filthy," Lang said looking up at him.

Mary knelt in the open space between the rows of desks. Not counting Kent, there were eight guys in the room and they formed rough a circle around naked kneeling Mary. She undid the shorts of nearest guy, fished out his erection, gripped it, and with enthusiastic vigor, worked him with her mouth and hands. Kent watched her for a few moments enjoying the subtly flexing of her back and ass muscles as she did her dirty work.

His attention returned to Neffie standing with her hands clasped together just above her pubic area, looking back at him curiously. Totally beyond timid now, he went to her and his hands roamed over her naked breasts, pinching and pulling at her stiff dark nipples. He explored the crack of her ass and fingered the bud of the hole. He felt between her legs, briefly stroked her clitoris and then slipped two fingers deep in her. All the while she looked at him with a pleasant neutrality.

Mary pushed out of her circle and stepped up to kneeling professor Lang. Lang tilting her head back. Mary puckered like she was going to kiss the the professor and drool the stuff in her mouth onto Lang's forehead.

"What do you get out of watching this act?" Lang asked.

"Don't know," Kent said awkwardly, filled with guilt yet turned on beyond reason.

"It's the debasement," Mary said as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her right hand. "He likes seeing women in humiliating situations." With that said, Mary went to blow the next guy in the circle.

"Is that what you like?" Lang asked looking at him, the jizz on her forehead running down to meet her nose and sliding off to the left where it flowed to the edge of her mouth.

Kent didn't answer as he unsnapped his shorts, stripped them off and pull down his briefs. He gripped his raging erection, stepped toward Lang and pressed the tip to her lips. With no hesitation, she took his erection into her mouth. Kent watched with mounting pleasure as Professor Lang worked his length deep into her throat. Mary was suddenly at Kent's side.

"Kiss," Kent said totally into the dirty moment.

Lang pulled away from Kent's cock, she grabbed Mary by the arm and pulled her down for a kiss. When the kiss ended, Lang let the spunk that Mary had transfer to her mouth drool down her chin. Mary gave a tiny half smile, wiped her mouth and went to her circle.

"Don't let the next one come in your mouth," Kent said to Mary. "Get him close then then jerk him off on the professor's face." Kent looked down at Lang. "Come kiss her Neffie."

The pretty Filipino girl walked over, daintily pushed her long dark hair aside, knelt beside Lang and kissed her messy mouth. Kent knelt down too to get a close intimate look. He couldn't resist bushing a hand over Neffie's smooth brown ass as he watched. Then Mary was there with an erection in hand. Lang and Neffie broke their kiss and Lang presented herself for the coming anointment.

The sight of Neffie with smeared jizz on her lips and chin prompted Kent to change his request. "Hit Neffie instead!" he said excited to the point of ... he couldn't put into words how excited he felt. In this world inside his head, every sensation, visual or physical came at him tenfold.

Mary pumped the solid cock with both her hands. The guy hissed, his body went rigid. Mary stopped pumping and white fluid sprayed all over Neffie's upturned, brown face. Most of the stuff landed on her lips and chin. Her eyes rolled up to Kent and she gave him one of her dazzling white smiles.

"Both of you," Kent said to Mary and Neffie, "find a cock to suck then bring it here for Lang." The two young women went to do his biding. Kent held a hand out to Lang, she took it and he lead her to the deck at the front of the class. Lang cleared the desk free of obstacles with a sweep of her arm. With her ass facing Kent, she leaned forward, spread her legs a bit and dropped her elbows onto the desk. She looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Fuck me like an alpha male."

He pulled his shirt off, gripped his raging erection and entered the professor's wet opening in one rough thrust. He gripped her hips, planted his feet firmly and started siding in and out of her. She reached between her legs and vigorously massaged her clitoris.

"Oh yeah ... fuck me like an alpha ... just the way I like it."

Mary was at their side gripping a ready erection. Kent watched Mary pump the spewing cock onto Lang's hair on the left side of her head. Neffie pushed in with a fresh erection on the left. Lang turned her head just enough and Kent watched her cheek and chin get soaked

"I'm gonna come!" Kent barked. He pulled out of Lang and she dropped to her knees before him. Without being told, Neffie and Mary flanked her. Kent gripped his wet erection and centered it on Lang's dripping face.

"Come on me like an alpha," Lang said. "Come on all of us."

Kent sprayed Lang's upturned face down the middle from between her eye brows down to her chin adding to the existing mess. He quickly swept to the right blasting an irregular line of white on Neffie's forehead making her giggle. He swung over to Mary on the other side and let loose a barrage on her slightly parted lips.

"Yuck," Mary said and pressed her full lips together to squeeze the stuff from her mouth.

Lang presented her tongue and he coated in one large oozing blast. He swung back to Neffie and finished on her cute button nose with a final leaping rope.

"Kent!" a forceful voice suddenly filled his head. It was Harriet.

Kent sat up in in his dorm room bed sweating and panting.

"Fuck!" he said a bit too loudly. He looked over to see if he had awoken his roommate but the guy was still snoring lightly. Kent looked at the clock on his desk, it was 1:23. "One, two, three he whispered as he shook off the fluff of his odd little dream. "No more beer before bed," he told himself. He stared at the textured ceiling of his dorm room for a long time. Sleep finally returned and he rolled on his side. The clock said 1:23.