The History of Stripping

I kept my eyes on the road. "Duly noted."

It seemed that Miss Butler had a talent for understatement since her family's cabin had to cover at least six thousand square feet. The great room had to be at least forty by sixty with a stone fireplace open on all four sides which could easily accommodate four foot logs.

Once again Fran had done some furniture moving since the center section of the room had been cleared for the evening's entertainment and against one wall a long sideboard was laden with fresh fruits, cheeses, meats and a variety of loaves of fresh baked breads.

Pat handed me over to Betty who did a very correct curtsy as she said with downcast eyes, "My liege..."

She took my hand and led me to a high backed chair which was almost throne-like in its dimensions. I was immediately taken aback by her apparent height and was sure she was wearing shoes which added at least five inches to her height. As I sat I studied the dress Miss Carlisle was wearing. It was predominantly taupe silk with crimson piping and some occasional lace flourishes. The tight bodice was cut sufficiently low as to display the top half of each aureole with her nipples barely peeking out. I guessed it to emulate either fourteenth or fifteenth century and wasn't cheap.

At first I thought her completely in character but as I stared at her breasts I could quickly see her face redden with embarrassment. Pat emerged from one of the side rooms dressed in navy colored robes with gold piping. He immediately went to the groaning board and carved himself a small heel of rye and a slab of cheese. He said to me, "Professore, so good to see you again. I've heard the Sultan's imagination again sees the Mediterranean as his private bath."

Okay, that line gave me a bit of an historical compass. Early sixteenth century, probably taking place in one of the Italian city states, likely Florence or Venice. I decided to try to nail it down. "He seems to have the ships to back him up this time."

"Seems...? For every Venetian ship we can put to sea he can counter with eight. I fear a change in our standard of living if Henry looks ill upon us."

For sure, middle sixteenth century Venice and the Henry he made reference to was France's Henry the Eighth who answered an appeal from Venice in... was it fifteen sixty four? I'd have to look it up.

To my right Betty had seated herself and had begun to speak using good eye contact and only occasionally referring to her notes.

"Early references to stripping as an entertainment form are extremely rare. Clothing had to complete multiple evolutions before the very act of disrobing could be deemed erotic. Miss Butler's performance in your office last month can only be seen as such when viewed through twentieth century eyes. We're quite sure that Homo habilis, Homo ergaster, or even the much later Homo erectus would have found her performance confusing since it only served to delay the psycho sexual gratification sought after the completion of the disrobing. When clothing only served as a form of protection against the elements and nudity carried no social stigma there can be nothing deemed erotic about its removal.

The development of early dyes and cloths facilitated the production of greater varieties of fabrics used in clothing but in order for the act of undressing in a provocative manner to become established two intersecting social trends needed to become commonplace. Religious intrusion into all aspects of human behavior had to extend into the bedroom. The Egyptian gods seemed to have little interest in dictating human dress mores and even the Greco-Roman deities with the same petty lusts and jealousies as humans rarely saw garments as anything but impediments to quick sexual congress.

Virtually all gods developed more than two thousand years ago were either an attempt to explain a natural phenomenon or some form of hero worship run amok. It was only with the development of the Judeo-Christian and Islamic faiths that religions decided that total control over all aspects of human behavior were needed to cement in their respective ascendancies.

The second essential evolutionary thread inevitably came with the ever increasing variety of clothing choices and the class differentiation which came about because of the rarity and expense of certain cloths. At first examination a beautiful nude woman is classless with few clues as to whether she was born to the purple or in a roadside hovel. A below average looking woman can gain beauty by dressing herself in fine lamé and silks. She will jealously guard her right to be clothed and will automatically look down on the unclothed."

She stopped speaking and clapped her hands twice quickly, as if to summon. From another door emerged April dressed in gossamer thin rose colored silks loosely held together by a gold chain linked between two golden frogs. The garment did little to conceal the exquisite slim athletic body beneath. There was little doubt in my mind that April had at some point in her youth received dance training of some sort as her moves were fluid and effortless. She finally cart wheeled toward, and wound up in, Pat's lap.

April was softly mumbling in Pat's ear as Betty gave one final clap and the door to what was presumably a bedroom opened again and Francine emerged resplendent in a silk lime green skirt which had many layers of fabric but concealed nothing. She wore nothing from the waist up but the eyes of the beholder were immediately arrested by the jewel encrusted chopines she wore on her feet. They were every bit of fourteen inches tall and when added to her 5'8" natural height they made her close to seven feet tall. They were completely correct for the period and instantly explained my earlier consternation about Betty Carlisle's apparent height. Fran must have spent every free moment at home practicing walking in the leather soled cork shoes since her dance, although less gymnastic than April's, was equally entertaining. After the first two minutes of motion Fran's right hand slid down under the waist band of her skirt and she began pleasuring herself as her body flowed before our field of vision.

Even though her eyes had been arrested by Fran's performance Betty continued with her lecture. I could easily spot the moisture on her upper lip as she said, "The Pope in Rome was particularly at the forefront in rewriting history to cast all things erotic as base and corrupting. The custom of dancers performing before men at court was quite common but the earliest versions of Old Testament mythology portray Salome's Dance of the Seven Veils as being so inflammatory as to corrupt King Herod to granting her the head of the executed John the Baptist.

Similar myths were extant in Assyrian and Babylonian religions in which the goddess Ishtar must pass through seven gates to visit her sister in the underworld. The passage through each gate required her to shed an article... an art...cle of clothing before... she... in order to pass... shed an article of clothing in order to pass to the next gate until she enters the underworld completely naked."

I smiled at her hesitations and memory lapses as her eyes grew to saucer-like proportions as she beheld April inhaling Pat's dick into her throat nestling her lips in his bed of pubic hair.

Betty wrested her eyes from the sexual spectacle and continued, "The scene we are humbly attempting to portray for your consideration today was quite commonly held in sixteenth century Venice. An elder statesman or frequently the Doge himself would sponsor all male get-togethers at which politics and affairs on the world stage were discussed against an erotic backdrop provided by some of the best courtesans of the Republic. Courtesans, in fact, were the only women of the era who were allowed a voice in political discussions since knowledge of such things was considered entirely too adrenaline producing for taciturn women of station."

Francine flowed over to my chair and lifted first one and then the other shoe to my groin for me to unclasp their buckles and remove them from her feet. In her way of thanking me she allowed me a brief suckle at each breast before lowering herself to her knees and then lowering my jeans and boxers to the floor. As she began licking her way around the head I couldn't help but stare at Betty who was in turn staring with rapt fascination at what Francine was doing to my cock.

My curiosity got the better of me so I said in my most flat and non-seductive voice, "Betty please come over here." I held out my right arm in a gesture of welcome. She never stopped staring at the tableau before her but she came to stand next to my throne as I put my arm around her waist and hugged her. At that small affectionate gesture her eyes gradually shifted from my crotch to my face. She gazed at me as she tilted her head adopting a questioning visage.

I dropped my gaze to her left nipple still struggling to peek over the confines of her bodice. Seeing where my gaze had become riveted she raised her right hand and pushed the bodice down so her breasts could spring free. I unhurriedly took the nipple into my mouth as her left hand rose to the back of my neck to help hold me against her chest.

At that point Francine rose to dance before me and complete the stripping the entire demonstration was intended to display. Her dancing was extremely erotic but at one point she reached over and lowered the zipper on the back of Betty's dress.

Betty's fingers stopped playing with my hair and her eyes once again became saucers as I could see the panic take hold of her. I raised my lips from her breast and as I wrapped my arms around her I kissed her forehead as my fingers found and then raised her zipper.

The momentary relief which displayed on her face was quickly replaced by a look of gratitude and wonder. She took my cheeks in her hands and leaned in and kissed me passionately. I had little doubt that soon it would be her own fingers lowering that zipper.

Francine must have been thinking exactly the same thing because I saw her smirk and nod her head in homage to my zipper gesture. She pushed her skirt to the floor and stood proudly before me clad only in one gold ankle bracelet. She knelt before me, slipped off my socks and shoes before pulling my jeans off and casting them aside.

Francine took me in her mouth only long enough to properly lubricate me before turning around and getting on her hands and knees. She waited patiently for me to enter her and as much as I wanted to plow that field I was also acutely aware of the effect the tableau we were creating was having on the less experienced Miss Carlisle.

I said, "On your back, Miss Butler."

I then turned to Betty. "Miss Carlisle I want you to sit on the floor next to Miss Butler. I'd be pleased if you just sat there studying the various reactions on her face. If at any point you feel compelled to participate you may offer your nipples for her to suck but under no circumstances are you to avail yourself of any parts of her body without first asking my permission. Is that clear?"

She answered with downcast eyes, "Yes Mr. Cash.", as she nestled herself next to Fran. I then lowered myself between Fran's legs and began to kiss and explore everything before me. She was already quite wet and it wasn't long before she began her plaintive moaning. I inserted two fingers and began searching for her little bundle of nerve endings as I continued to suck her prominent clit. She switched from low moans to rapid-fire whimpers as I found my target.

Betty was fascinated. She lowered herself until she was supported on her forearms on either side of Fran's head as she began to run her fingers through her hair. Betty patiently waited until Fran made and held eye contact. She then lowered herself so Fran could have easy access to her breasts.

Fran's howling told all in the room of the arrival of her first orgasm of the day. I then asked a very aroused Betty, "Betty would you like to take over for me and bring Miss Butler to her next climax?"

Betty turned and looked at me as I rubbed my chin over Fran's distended clitoris. "No thank you Mr. Cash. I'm sorry but I'm not ready for that."

I disentangled one arm and began stroking Betty's hair. "You have nothing to be sorry for Miss Carlisle. The entire purpose of these activities is to bring pleasure and if you're uncomfortable pleasure becomes more difficult."

I glanced back to where Pat and April were cuddling on one of the long sofas. I said to Betty, "It seems that Mr. Shank and April are resting from their hedonistic activities. Would you go and offer them some food and drink?"

Although Betty answered "Yes sir." I could see that she interpreted her task as a form of banishment.

I pulled Fran's hips up and immediately entered her 'doggie style'. My cock had been ignored too long and relished its new home.

At some point in the afternoon Pat and I must have switched partners because I awoke from a short nap with April draped across me. My fingers reached for her pussy but she quickly pushed my hand away.

"Not just yet Professore. Fun and games can come later but for now our demonstration isn't quite over yet. We all agreed to contribute to the presentation but Betty's too shy to perform before everyone so Frannie said she could give her demonstration in private."

She turned to where Betty was quietly standing with downcast eyes. April continued, "And except for one mistake when her boobies fell out of her dress..." A tiny smirk appeared on Betty's lips. "Betty was to have remained clothed until her demonstration. That demonstration will be held now, in the other room."

Betty came over to me and held her hand out for me to take. April moved aside so I could rise and follow Betty into one of the bedrooms. I couldn't help but notice that she'd replaced her breasts back into her bodice. A fully clothed woman was leading a naked me into a bedroom. I couldn't help it; my dick was rapidly rising to stand at attention. She smiled and stopped, released my hand and led me the rest of the way by my cock.

After she had seated me on the foot of the bed Betty began swaying her hips in perfect time to music which played only in her head but which, as time went by, I began to hear clearly.

I was certainly mesmerized but couldn't help but say, "I'm not sure why yet but I'm more turned on now than I can ever remember being."

Her hips continued swaying as she slowly inched her top down until her breasts once again swung free. She asked, "Are you informing me or asking me why?"

She was gaining confidence. "I had thought I was imparting information but if you can educate me I'd certainly be pleased."

She leaned forward and allowed me a quick suckle at her right breast as she said, "I don't actually know for sure but the thought had occurred to me that perhaps it's been a long time since you last had a virgin?"

I raised my eyebrows as I answered, "Oh and you think that event is in my immediate future?"

As she turned and faced away from me her right hand went to the dress' zipper and began pulling it down. I heard her softly answer as if to herself, "I wouldn't be a bit surprised."

She lowered the dress to the floor and I she stepped out of it I confirmed the presence of the eight inch chopines whose presence I'd previously only suspected. The chemise she had earlier lowered to give me access to her breasts was now bunched around her middle so she crossed her arms, lifted it over her head and tossed it to one side. She continued her dance wearing only the chopines and a pair of rather baggy baby-blue silk step-ins. Her nipples were erect and seemingly waiting for my lips so when her dance next brought her close enough to grab I did so.

From a seated position the shoes made the nipples out of reach so I stood and leaned in to suck first one, then the other into my mouth. I'd pretty much had it with historical accuracy so I turned, pushed her down on the bed and freed each of her feet from the shoes. I held her left foot to my lips and began giving each of her button toes its individual blowjob.

Betty raised her hip and hooking her thumbs in the sides of her step-ins lowered them down to her calves where I took over and removed them. I was surprised to see a completely shaved pussy before me. She saw the direction of my gaze and giggled. She quickly closed her thighs before immediately spreading them as wide as she could manage. She began, "April and Pat were on the costume committee but Frannie made two contributions to my performance this evening. The shaven area you're staring at so lustfully is one of them."

"And the other?"

She reached up to pull me down on top of her. Just before our lips met she answered, "The pills I've been taking every morning." I wrapped her in my arms and she forced my lips apart as her tongue snaked its way into my mouth. For the next forty minutes we made out as if we were middle schoolers. At one point she broke our kiss and asked, "I want to suck your... thing. Would you let me know what changes I should make so I can learn to do it better?"

I smiled and thought to myself, "This was why I got into teaching."

"For starters let's drop the euphemisms. Call things by their correct names."

Betty grinned and took my dick in her hand. "Sorry, I knew that. May I suck your cock and would you mind giving me pointers?"

It was my turn to grin as I kissed and then released her. "Miss Carlisle, be my guest."

She slid down my chest and stomach so her cheek was resting on my hip as she closely studied every detail of my appendage. She then licked it from base to tip before taking the head momentarily into her butter soft mouth. She raised her head as if looking for encouragement and I nodded for her to continue.

Betty's head rose and fell as she made sure I was fully lubricated. She then, with seemingly no effort or discomfort, took my seven inches into her throat and began bobbing up and down almost languorously.

I groaned, "Betty! That's amazing... how?"

Betty laughed and lifted her head to give me a quick kiss. "Thanks! I've been practicing all week with kielbasas hoping to impress you."

She began to lower her head back to her task but I stopped her saying simply, "My turn."

I pushed her onto her back and began by kissing my way around her face. Eyes, ears, cheeks, lips, I covered them all before working my down her throat arriving at her lovely breasts. She arched her back reactively and sunk her fingers into my hair. I abandoned her breasts to my fingers pinching her nipples as my lips moved on to her belly. She groaned as my tongue entered her navel; it seemed that her entire skin surface was one huge erogenous zone.

The moment my lips touched Betty's inner thigh she nearly broke my nose by thrusting her hips up into a classic wrestler's bridge in an attempt to offer up her pussy to my lips. I chuckled as I put my right index finger in her mouth and my lips on her labia.

So Betty Carlisle, the shiest girl in my class, had become Betty Carlisle the ultimate sensualist. Had it been physically possible I'm sure my hand would have begun lactating in response to her feverous sucking as she rhythmically pounded her pussy onto my tongue.

Neither of us could wait any longer. Betty dug her fingers into my shoulders and rolled me onto my back. She reached below and guided my cock to the entrance to her passage. I let her control the tempo of her own ascent to womanhood and she soon had impaled herself upon me.

Breakfast was a community effort, my task being to prepare the potatoes and onions.

April asked, "Too soon for me to begin pouring the pancakes?"

I turned the contents of the frying pan. "Not at all, these seem to be a proper shade of brown. Pour away!"