The Perfect Match
by Vanessa Evans
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Part 13

On the subject of posing and modelling, Sara got asked to model for the Human Biology classes. This is what Sara told me: -

“When I first got there I was told that I would need to sign a consent form. Thinking that all they could do to me was prod, poke and make me cum, hopefully dozens of times, I signed it without reading it.

Then I had to wait for about 15 minutes before I was called into what turned out to be a classroom. I could see around 15 students, male and female, a low stage at one side with a doctor’s surgery type table on it and a middle-aged man standing on it talking to the students. When he saw me he said,

“You must be Sara, come and join me on the stage, have you signed the consent form?”

“I have.” I replied.

“I’m professor Grimes,”

Turning to face the students he continued,

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Sara, our subject for today. As you can see, Sara is wearing typical female students clothes, a thin top with her nipples poking at the front, and a skirt that is so short that when she goes up any stairs, anyone behind her will be able to see her posterior and possibly her whole genitalia.”

“Sara, are you wearing any knickers?”

“No sir.”

“I thought not, I caught a glimpse of your vulva when you stepped up here and I’m sure that quite a few students and staff have discovered that you don’t wear knickers when you’ve been going about your business here at the university.”

For some strange reason I felt a little embarrassed at being called out in such a way. Then professor Grimes said,

“Disrobe Sara.”  

I took my top off and I could feel my nipples throbbing. I was wearing my nipple barbells, but with nothing hanging from them. My nipples being exposed in that environment made me feel both slightly humiliated, and also quite aroused. I folded my top, put it on a nearby chair, then unfastened my skirt and when I hit the floor I picked it up, folded it and out it on the chair.

I turned back to to face the students knowing that all of them would be able to see my clit and the hood barbell, again I wore nothing hanging from it. Professor Grimes looked me up and down then asked,

“Were you born wearing shoes Sara?”

“No.” I replied and quickly kicked them over to the chair that my clothes were on.

“As you can see ladies and gentlemen, Sara obviously shaves her pubic area. Whilst this is good from a hygiene point of view, it also helps to keep the genitalia more visible if the subject chooses to expose herself for arousal purposes. Sara, is that why you shave, wear such short skirts and that jewellery, do you like to expose you genitalia to sexually arouse yourself?”

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t shave, but had all my pubic hair removed by laser treatment, and also that the rest of what he had said was true, but for some reason I felt a little belittled by the way this professor was talking to me. It was like he was trying to get me to chicken-out and run out of there, but the excitement of the situation was compelling me to stay; so I just nodded my head a little.

Ladies and gentlemen, you may also be able to see that the subject’s clitoris is protruding from her labia. Sara, spread you legs quite wide so that everyone can get a good look at your clitoris.” 

I did, and again, I felt a bit self-conscious and embarrassed, but also quite aroused.

“I thought so, as you can see, our subject has next to no inner labia and a small clitoral hood. You will also note the moisture on her labia telling us that she is also already quite aroused. Tell us Sara, I’m assuming that you like to spread your legs nice and wide and rub your clitoris until you orgasm, am I right?"

That caught me off guard quite a bit, but somehow, I managed to reply,

“No sir, but my boyfriend takes care of my sexual needs.”

“And do you, or your lucky boyfriend like to use sexual aids, toys, on you?”

“Yes sir.”

“And do you slide your hand down, or up, your skirt and into your knickers and play with that delightful clitoris when you are in lectures or classes Sara?”

“Ha, got you.” I thought and replied,

“No sir, my classes and the lectures are too interesting for me to think about doing that.”

“But you do sit with you knees open, trying to tease the teachers don’t you Sara?”

“How does he know that, has he been talking to my teachers?” I thought before nodding my head.

“I suspect that with a clitoral hood that small, even with that jewellery in, and a clitoris bigger than average which I suspect remains uncovered most of the time, that your sexual desires are quite demanding for your boyfriend, does he get any help from other men?”

Again, I wasn’t expecting that question and I wondered what on earth that had to do with why I was there, but I still managed to reply,

“Occasionally sir.” I replied, somehow feeling a little shame.

“Sara, I bet that you like to be exposed and spanked in public as well don’t you?”

I nodded my head again.

“That doesn’t surprise me. Now Sara, jump up on the table and put your legs in the stirrups.”

I quickly realised that the professor was putting straps round my thighs and wrists to hold me in place.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Did you not read the contract Sara, these are to ensure that you can’t get out of your commitments.”

I was half regretting signing-up for this, possibly more than half as he put a blindfold on me, but I was really hoping that I my naked body would get groped my lots of strangers and that I would get lots of orgasms so I shut- up.


“Right ladies and gentlemen, who can tell me a good way that I can make Sara here have an orgasm.”

There was silence for what seemed like 5 minutes before a male voice said,

“Rub her clitoris.”

Well that was it for me, I moaned then said that I was cumming and my body started shaking.

“Ah, the professor said when I started to get my wits about me. Sara has just experienced an energetic or extra genital orgasm, quite rare, but it’s where verbal interaction have excited the woman so much that an orgasm is triggered. I guess that Sara likes the way that I interacted with her as well.

On the subject of physical free orgasms, there is a rare medical condition whereby a woman can have frequent spontaneous orgasms for no apparent reason. This condition is called Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder (PGAD) and I’m sure that it can be very embarrassing for the woman. It is also possible for a woman to be hypnotised so that a designated word will trigger an orgasm.

Sara, have you been hypnotised at all? I can recommend a good hypnotists if you want to try it.” 

I said nothing, but I made a mental note to find out more about what the professor had just said as he turned and said to the students,


“Now, the suggestion was rubbing Sara’s clitoris. Like this I assume that you mean young man.”

The professor’s hand went to my pussy and I felt my clit being touched and another orgasm shot through me and burst out making me shake and jerk again.

“Impressive Sara.”

And to the students,

“I hope that you are all making notes of what is triggering Sara’s orgasms and the intensity that you believe they are. And note that Sara’s clitoris is very sensitive, it took just minor contact from my finger for Sara to orgasm.

Sara, do you find that accidental contact with you exposed clitoris triggers an orgasm. With you wearing such short skirts and no knickers you must experience lots of accidental contact?”

Without waiting for me to answer, the professor continued,

“Sara, tell us all, what does an orgasm feel like to you, tell us about the build-up then what you feel when you start to lose control of yourself?”

That was another thing that I wasn’t expecting to be asked, but I replied,

“Well it starts with my nipples going hard and tingling, then my clit starts tingling and I can feel all 3 nubs swelling. My clit is usually not hidden by my hood, but if it was hidden, I can feel it escaping as it swells.

If the cause of my arousal continues, the tingling gets stronger and stronger I can feel my whole pussy swelling a bit and my vagina starts to leak. The more arouse that I get, the more I leak.  Assuming the stimulation continues, the tingling gets so strong that I just know that something has to give. It’s like an electric shock goes from my nipples to my clit where it explodes out of me in waves.

Those explosions and waves somehow take control of my body and I’m told that I shake and my body jerks about and my vaginal muscles convulse. My brain can only focus on the pleasure that the orgasm is giving me.

If the cause of my arousal continues I can feel more electric shocks going from my nipples to my clit where they too explode out of me in waves. Sometimes, my boyfriend tells me that some creamy, white liquid shoots out of my vagina, but that only happens if he has been teasing me and not letting me cum. He takes me right to the edge before stopping me. When he finally lets me cum the explosion is so strong that I sometimes pass-out.”

“Thank you for another graphic description of your love life Sara. Before we move on to the student involvement aspect of this course, it is necessary for me to give you a basic gynaecological examination.”

I lay there wondering how long that would take as I really wanted to get to the part where the students got their hands on me.

Then I felt a solid object being inserted into my vagina which I quickly recognised as being a speculum. I felt it being opened and me being stretched, then warm breath, presumably, blowing inside me. I moaned a little as the professor said,

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure that you have already covered the basics of female anatomy, but when you come up here to attempt to induce an orgasm, feel free to use the speculum to inspect Sara’s internal vagina and cervix, I’m sure that she will enjoy the experience.

What you probably haven’t covered so far is the female erogenous zones. These vary from female to female, but the common one is the G-spot. Please feel free to explore Sara’s when it is your turn up here.”

As the professor was saying that, he removed the speculum and put 2 of his fingers inside me and rubbed my G-spot causing another orgasm.

Once my breathing was back to normal, the professor said,

“Now ladies and gentlemen, the part of the lesson that I’m sure you gave all been waiting for,  I am going to hand Sara’s body over to you and I ask you to try various methods that you believe will make Sara orgasm. Remember, all women are different and some methods of stimulation work on some women and not on others.

You may use any method, and any of the ‘toys’ on that table make Sara orgasm, and I would like you to make notes of your chosen method and the reactions from Sara and we will discuss the session at a later date.”
 

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the moment that I had longed for was about to arrive. My body tensed as I waited for the first contact from a student.

The blindfold was still on me so I wouldn’t be able to see the faces of the students as they, hopefully, made me cum, but that sort of added to the excitement of it.

It seemed to take forever, but finally I felt a hand touch my left tit. My first reaction was to flinch a little, but I soon relaxed and started to enjoy it.

I guessed that the first student to try to make me cum was a girl because the hand was light and gentle. That hand soon became 2 and they did every thing to my tits that Dylan does, other than tease my nipples with his cock, but that was enough to raise my arousal level significantly. 

When one hand slowly made it’s way down my torso, even the anticipation of what I hoped would come next was enough to raise that level even more, and when a finger lightly rubbed the tip of my clit the orgasm exploded out of me.

As I started get my wits about me again I heard the professor say,

“Thank you Ms. Smith. Judging by the copious secretions from her vagina before you started, I suspect that the model was highly aroused making your attempt to make her orgasm an easy task. Now Mr. Jones, it’s your turn.”

I could tell that Mr. Jones was a Mr. just by the firmness and feel of his hands as they went straight to my vulva. The rubbing of my clit and the finger fucking was firm, positive and fast, and I orgasmed in what seemed like seconds.


And so it went on. I stopped counting after my sixth orgasm, all of them induced in a similar fashion.

After I’d recovered from yet another orgasm, I heard the professor say,

“I just have to attend to something, please continue in turn, and don’t forget to make notes. I should be back in 15 minutes.”

The next student was obviously a male, and at first he groped my nipples, but something felt different. I was just coming to the conclusion that he was stood between my legs and not beside me. Also, there was some mutterings from the other students.

His position was confirmed when I felt his cock entering my vagina.

Finger fucking, dildo fucking and even riding my Sybian, is one thing, but there’s nothing to beat a good fucking by a real cock, and this guy knew what he was doing.

It didn’t take long for both of us to cum and I felt the cock withdraw even before it had gone fully soft, only to be replaced by anther very hard cock.

This second hard cock felt like it was fucking me at one thousand revolutions per minute and my orgasm that the previous guy had induced, hadn’t time to fully fade before I went back up there and over the edge, closely followed by the guy dumping another load of cum inside me.

I was just about recovered when I heard the professor say,

“Right, how are things going, I see that our subject is still highly aroused, her vaginal discharges are quite copious, note the colour and viscosity of them. Right, 2 more students, then we will adjourn this exercise until next week when we will continue where we left of this week.”

I didn’t mention that most of that fluid was the cum of the 2 guys who had properly fucked me whilst he was out of the room.

Neither of the 2 more students fucked me with real cocks, but they did use dildos and vibrators. Judging by the gentleness, and the way the implements moved inside me, I guessed that the students were both girls.

After 2 more orgasms, I heard the professor say,

“Right, that is all for today, as I said a while ago, we will continue this next week, and we may even run over into a third session so that you can all have an attempt at making our model orgasm. You may go now, but I remind you to write-up your notes.”


I heard garbled talking and the shuffling of chairs and feet, then, when everything was quiet, the professor took my blindfold off and said,

“How are you Sara, I hope that wasn’t too much for you but you did sign a consent form allowing all of it.”

As I blinked my eyes to get used to the light, he started releasing first my arms then my legs. He released my legs by standing between them and I saw that his eyes were staring at my pussy.

“You do produce a lot of lubrication Sara, probably more than the average woman, is that ever a problem for you?”

I thought for a second then replied,

“Not at all, my boyfriend, or his friends, usually lap it up with their tongues.”

“Really, lucky guys. Now, as I mentioned earlier, we didn’t managed to get through all the students today, so there will be another class on this subject next week and maybe even the week after, will you be able to be our subject for those session, or will we have to contact other volunteers?”

“I will be available next week and the week after sir.”

“Good, also, there was so many Human Biology students this year that the university has had to run 2 parallel courses, so would you be available for those 2 or 3 sessions as well Sara?”

“Yes sir, I will make sure that I am available, I really enjoyed this session.”

“I bet that you did Sara. You may now lift your legs off the stirrups, climb down and get dressed. Be careful when you try to put your weight on your feet.”

With that he turned and left the room. He was right about standing, it took me a couple of seconds to be able to stand without holding onto the table.

I got dressed and left, getting the dates of the other sessions from the young lady who had given me the consent form to sign. The look on her face told me that she knew exactly what had gone on in that classroom. I also wondered if she had been in the classroom and even been one of the girls who made me cum.

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It was an exhausted and very happy Sara who arrived back home. She showered and went straight to bed, asking me if I minded waiting until the morning for us to fuck again.


Those 6 Human Biology, female orgasm, modelling sessions only happened that first semester, but they were repeated again during our final year at university and Sara happily volunteered to be their model again. 

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Going back to Sara riding the Sybian, we hosted a few parties at the house each year and at each one the guys there easily talked Sara into stripping and riding the Sybian whilst everyone watched her. At 2 of the parties, after Sara’s exhibition, 2 other girls volunteered to have a ride.

Each of those 2 girls had tits bigger than Sara’s and they wobbled about making me appreciate Sara’s solid, small tits even if the other guys there cheered the girl each time there was a significant wobble.

I don’t know if those 2 girls thought that they should stop after cumming once, or if they couldn’t take any more, but they both climbed off after their first orgasm, unlike Sara who kept going until she’s cum more than 3 times. I often couldn’t see Sara because everyone was gathering around her.

Sara never told me if she stayed on the Sybian for much longer because of the thigh straps, or because she was enjoying the show that she was putting on. She never told me and I never asked.

After each show that she put on, Sara stayed naked for the rest of the party and I just knew that she was enjoying being the only one naked.


We went to other parties as well, and at each one she did what she had done at the first year parties, pretended to get drunk and ‘collapse’ next to unsuspecting guys with her clothes in disarray, hoping that she’s get groped.

Sara was lucky most of the time, one guy even lifting her legs over his thighs so that he had better access to her pussy.

Of course, I was watching from a distance to make sure that she was okay.

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I haven’t mentioned our neighbours much which I should probably have, 4 first year guys in each of the houses either side of ours, and our first year housemates got to know them quite well. Once they found out that Sara liked being naked around the house, at least one of them seemed to be round at our house most of the time. They said that it was to do joint studying but Sara and I both knew that it was to get a look at Sara’s amazing body.

Of course, both Sara and I encouraged them to come round, and one evening when all 8 of them were at our house, Sara asked me to repeat the holiday snaps and videos show. Just like our housemates, they didn’t seem keen on the idea, but they were soon convinced by our housemates that they should shut-up and watch.
  
Sara did the wanting them to see the real thing again and was soon toying with her clit next to the TV although I’m not sure how much of the live show that they saw.


Encouraged by me, Sara wanted to have a few Bukkake evenings and I went to the local DIY store to get a tarpaulin for her to lay on, then I watched our housemates, and our neighbours do their best to cover all of her body with their cum as she masturbated for them.

Sara used her hands to help the guys to reach their peak. She also used her mouth to revive spent cocks and I think that all of the guys shot at least 2 loads over her.

Sara had quite a few Bukkakes over the 2 years that we were there. Some were just spontaneous when all our housemates were there, but others included our neighbours and sometimes friends of our housemates and of our neighbours.


Also encouraged by me, Sara asked me to organise a few gang-bangs for her. The first one was just for our housemates. The subsequent ones included our neighbours and even some of the students friends.

Sara considered attempting to break the record for the number of different guys to fuck her in 24 hours, but neither of us to be bothered to sort out the logistics.

I’d bought a couple of boxes of 100 condoms and I had to get more when our third year started. Also, I’m pretty sure that Sara took at least 2 of the guy’s virginities during the first few gang-bangs. 

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And that’s the highlights of our second and third years at university. We were lucky in that we managed to stay in that house for our third year, and I wasn’t surprised to hear that our housemates, and our neighbours had also managed to get the same accommodation.

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We only spent a few days at our parents houses over the next summer break, both of us stating that we had lots of uni projects to complete over the summer. Annoyingly, Sara’s mother still wouldn’t let us share a bed so our time with Sara’s parents was much shorter than with my parents. My mother kept pestering me to ask Sara to marry me, but we were having too much fun to even think about marriage.

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Yes, we did go on another month long summer holiday between our second and third years, and it was amazing. Maybe I’ll write about it some other time.

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After University.

As I said at the start of this story, both Sara and I managed to get reasonably well paid jobs and we were really lucky that the companies that we now work for are located in the same central London tower block,

Then it was the problem of where to live, but aunt Beth’s legacy came into it’s own and, after a lot of searching, we managed to find a house in the suburbs of the city that we could afford the mortgage on.  
 

Although I am not going to write about most of the fun that Sara and I have been having since we started working, there are a few things that I can’t resist writing about.

One thing is our travelling to work. Although Sara works from home 2 days a week, that still leaves us 3 days a week that we travel to and from work together, well almost,

I say ‘almost’ because after the first couple of days travelling on the underground at rush hour, we decided to make a couple of changes. For starters, I told Sara to travel wearing one of her ultra short skirts, no knickers of course, and a lose fitting top, no bra of course, and to take her business suit in a bag so that she could change in the ground floor rest room before going up to her office.

That change of travelling attire soon attracted the wandering hands of other male commuters on the packed trains and Sara often gets fingered to an orgasm on the trains. Of course, with the trains being so crowded she usually cannot see who is fingering her, or playing with her tits under her top.

After the first day dressed like that, and having an anonymous hand induced orgasm, Sara asked me if she could travel dressed like that every day. Unsurprisingly, I encouraged her to do just that.

Also, to not risk these encounters not happening because Sara had the same guy, me, next to her all the time, Sara and I started travelling on the underground separately, That is to say, I would hang back a little as we entered the station to make it look like Sara was travelling on her own, but I always stay near enough to her to intervene if necessary.

So far intervention hasn’t been necessary, but on the odd occasion that Sara hasn’t struck lucky, I have worked my way to just behind her, and fingered her myself, although I stay silent and she doesn’t know that it has been me fingering her.


Another thing that I can’t resist telling you about is the anonymity of living where we do. When we go anywhere, no one seems to want to talk to you, pretending that you don’t exist and just doing their own thing. Even when Sara wears very revealing clothes when out and about, no one notices and I keep telling Sara that one day she is going to walk down the street totally naked and keep a count of the number of people who appear to be oblivious to her nudity.

With the weather in London being better than at both the University and our home towns, and that we have a small back yard, Sara rarely has any clothes on when she goes out there.

The yard is over-looked, and we’ve seen people looking down at her from the neighbour’s upstairs windows, but even then, it’s only a quick glance.

We’ve tried to make friends with our neighbours and they are polite, but all of then tend to keep themselves to themselves so there is no chance of Sara continuing her bukkake and gang-bangs, but she does spend 99% of her at home time naked, only putting a top on when she has video calls with her colleagues when working from home.


Now that we don’t need time to study, and Sara doesn’t entertain housemates or neighbours, we decided that we needed to keep fit and became members at the local sports centre where Sara teases other members by wearing ultra short skirts instead of shorts for badminton and squash, her crop top being so brief and loose fitting that her tits often escape. For swimming she wears matching, mesh, see-though bralette and G-string. The G-string getting pulled to one side when we are in the water where we often fuck.

Sara is often the only one naked in the sauna and steam room where she always sits with her legs spread wide to tease any other members that are in there.

So far, no one has complained. 

We have also taken up jogging, Sara wearing the same as she does for squash and badminton. I love following her and watching her tiny skirt bouncing around, revealing her bare butt to me and anyone else who cares to look.

I have signed-up Sara to be a model for the Photography, Art and Human Biology classes at the nearby university, but we are still waiting for them to get back to her.  


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Well, I think that I’ll end this story here, but there is every chance that I will write about our second, month long holiday, and about more adventures that I’m sure we will be having once we find out more about what goes on around our part of London.


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