Going Down Under–Chapter 1

One of the great things about teaching in university is that you get opportunities to teach in other countries if you are a traveling sort. I had been at it awhile and badly needed a break from my current life in the U.S. I’d also lived too long in the snow and cold, so I was looking for an opportunity to go somewhere that would be warm year round. I got a grant to study marine life around the islands and reefs off of Queensland, Australia. The grant did not include any living expenses, so I needed something to pay the bills. I managed to get a visiting position at Paradise Waters High School in the area known as the Sunshine Coast. It was close enough to my research area, and warm year round, so it checked all of my boxes.

I was happy to leave a record-nasty winter in the northern US. When I boarded the plane in January at my tiny local airport, the temperature was -5F with a wind chill of -17. Eighteen inches of snow had fallen the day before. I walked across the tarmac in my Eddie Bauer subzero parka and gloves so thick they would put Neil Armstrong to shame. When I stepped off the plane in Brisbane into 90F temperature, I don’t think anyone had ever seen such garb in person.

I got situated in the small apartment I would rent by the week during my stay and took a couple days to get my internal clock adjusted to the change in time and climate. Next I had to go shopping for lighter clothes, my northern hemisphere summer clothes were still too heavy for the Sunshine Coast summer.

I leased a car for the year and set out to explore the area. As I wanted to keep my connection to university life, I went to visit an acquaintance who worked at The University of the Sunshine Coast in the adorably named suburb of Sippy Downs. The buildings and the campus layout looked like any American University. As students moved about to classes or just hanging out, there was one major difference. These Australian youths wore almost no clothes. Ripped, tanned young men wore tight spandex shorts, either with sneakers or barefoot. Most of the women were wearing spandex shorts that showed off their shapely asses, tops that drew one’s attention to their beautiful breasts. The women sunbathing on the lawn might as well be naked, that’s how little their bikinis covered. Not that I was complaining, but I would be too distracted to work there.

My class assignments were not onerous, another perk of being a visitor. I had a couple of sections of introductory courses, plus a course in environmental science. My specialty was lakes and ocean environments, and the head of the biology section, Adele Jameson was technically my boss. We had never met in person before, having only Face Timed on a couple occasions when I was interviewing for the position. Meeting Ms. Jameson—Adele—in person was an unexpected pleasure. I dropped by to make sure my classroom and lab was in order. I struggled to pay attention as Adele gave me a tour of the school. I thought Adele was dressed casually because the school was on break and the A/C was off. I came to learn, happily, that is just how she dressed. Adele was tall, probably a few years younger than me, with tanned legs that just kept on going. Adele also had a large, firm rack of natural breasts. She was also proud to them on display in a thin cotton halter-top with no bra, allowing anyone to see her bouncing, erect nipples. During our conversations, I saw her smile a couple times when she noticed I could not take my eyes off her breasts. Not only was she not offended, she adjusted her top frequently to reveal more of her cleavage. She made a point of bending over for little reason during the tour, letting me have a glimpse of those magnificent girls. I loved my job already.

The first few days were typically chaotic, as students found their classes, reunited with friends and checked out the new guy—me. Unlike high schools in the US, students wore uniforms; boys in white shirts and khakis, girls in white blouses and black and green plaid skirts. The administration fought a never-ending battle with students, especially the girls, trying to make their uniforms sexier. The girls would leave extra buttons open at the top of their blouses, tie off their blouses at the midriff or roll up the top of their skirts to make them shorter. I was expected to help enforce these rules but being used to revealing college dress, I didn’t see any harm in what the girls were doing. Truthfully, I enjoyed the display of young skin, and loved the wiggle in their asses as they tried to get the attention of the boys.

What I wasn’t prepared for was the overt, highly suggestive flirtation of the Aussie girls. I was used to American college girls. Many of the American girls didn’t flirt at all but got right to the point (“I am better at fucking than I am at biology, Professor. How about you grade me on that?”). Others, as I have described in my other stories hooked up with me out of genuine mutual attraction. These Australian high school girls treated their sexuality like a new toy they were having fun playing with. They loved to get a reaction from the boys (and me) and often competed and colluded to see what kind of reaction they could generate.

Four of the female students in my environmental science class decided they would torment the new guy by doing anything to get a rise—literally—out of me. Tina, Becky, Cindy and Veronica, or Ronnie were inseparable partners in crime. Tina appeared to be the ring leader, but it was hard to tell. Tina was petite, with blonde or brown hair, depending on the season. Her body was shaped with gentle curves, hips you just wanted to hold onto when doing her from behind. Her breasts were young and firm, her face lovely and fresh. Her smile made everyone around her smile. She also had a devilish, flirtatious smile she saved for the boys (and me)—a smile that said, “I know you want to fuck me, but that isn’t going to happen.” Drove me nuts. Like every other boy in the school, I really wanted to fuck Tina.

Becky was best friends with Tina. She was about the same size as Tina, darker hair, with the same, tight, fuck bait body. She and Tina were always whispering and laughing with one another when they were together. I’ve no doubt that lots of boys thought of Becky’s body when they flogged themselves at night. Me, I flogged myself at night thinking of fucking the two friends at the same time.

Cindy was much taller than Tina and Becky with a toned, athlete’s body. She was the captain or leader of every girls’ sports team at school. Long hair often tied back in a ponytail. I often fantasized about pulling that ponytail while Cindy was sucking my cock. In my dreams. Cindy was so toned and muscular I imagined her tight pussy could snap me in two like a twig. That would be awesome. Last but not least at all was Ronnie. She was a statuesque girl of Spanish heritage. Long dark hair, Mediterranean features, totally classy and poised. The boys constantly bothered these girls with all sorts of unbiblical suggestions. Tina, Becky and Cindy would give it back as well as take it. Not Ronnie. She just glided past it all, the boy’s comments rolling off of her and disappearing in the dust. I dreamed of wrapping that lovely dark hair around my cock and dropping a big load into its silky depths.

Then I would snap out of my reverie and go back to realizing that I would never get anything from these girls except a tease. They could fuck any of the very hot, and, judging from what I saw in the locker room after my workout, extremely well-hung boys they chose. They wouldn’t bother with me. They would just give me a raging hard on with their antics and then leave me blue-balled.

This Gang of Four taunted me mercilessly. They would sit in the front row, hike up their uniform skirts, and spread their legs every time I turned from the board to face the class. Being a guy, and being halfway around the world without a girlfriend, and also having gone six months or more without getting laid, yeah, my eyes were drawn to those four pussies facing me. The girls would giggle every time I stammered and lost my place due to staring at their panties.

On lab days, these three girls would work together, despite my best attempts to separate them. They would hike their skirts so that when they bent over the lab table, I could get a glimpse of their thong panties climbing up the tight crack of their shapely asses. Except for Tina. Tina would sometimes manage to pull her thong to one side and give me a glimpse of her shaved pussy and asshole. I imagined dropping to my knees and sliding my tongue inside that lovely pussy. The other girls watched for my reaction out of the corners of their eyes while pretending to work. When my eyes would bug out with surprise, they would burst into giggles.

Other times they would come to class wearing no bras, having taken them off before class, contrary to the rules. Once at the lab table they would unbutton a few more buttons on their blouses. They would call me over for some meaningless question and giggle again when they caught me stammering when staring down their blouses at their firm young breasts.

“You know ladies, I could report you to the administration for violating the dress code—severely violating the dress code in my class. You could get in a lot of trouble,” I said, in a voice that tried and failed to be stern and commanding. Three of the girls immediately lost their grin and started to button up their blouses. Not Tina. She leaned farther across the lab table, her breasts all but spilling out of her blouse onto the table.

“Yes, you could, Professor. But you won’t,” she whispered at me with a big grin. “If we stop showing you our tits, you will have nothing to wank to when you get home.” The other three girls gasped a bit uncomfortably at their friend’s boldness. I knew that Tina had totally called my bluff. Truthfully, I had a lot of fantasies that involved sucking on Cindy’s or Ronnie’s nipples. I lost another round to these beautiful girls.

“Well, I’ll overlook it this time,” I said unconvincingly. The girls laughed at my discomfort. I was confident I would see their tits again in the future. But I didn’t anticipate the circumstances.

These four also introduced me to a wonderful tradition called “no undie Mondee.” After several weeks of torture with spread legs, no bras, bending over and wet undies, I was prepared for another week of sexual frustration at the hands, and other parts, of these young women. I got well into my lecture on the ecology of coastal salt marshes when I turned back to my desk to go to the next slide. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ronnie’s legs shift. When I looked, Ronnie was smiling at me as she pulled the front of her skirt up a bit revealing her naked pussy. I stopped talking midsentence. I turned red. The class broke into uproarious laughter, as everyone but me knew what was going on.

They were not done with me. I tried to continue with my lecture, but my mind was totally on eating Ronnie’s shaved pussy. The next time I faced the class, Cindy parted her shapely, toned legs and lifted her skirt a bit to show me her fun parts. I noticed that Cindy wasn’t shaved completely but sported a nicely trimmed landing strip above her pussy. My train of thought derailed once again as all I could think of was holding Cindy’s long legs above her head while I slammed my cock into that pussy. The class was laughing again, but this time I tried to gain the upper hand.

“I’m sorry Cindy, but don’t you feel a breeze today?” Cindy smiled and spread her legs farther, parting her lips and showing me her wetness.

“Yes Professor, but it is a hot breeze. And with the humidity it is a hot, wet breeze.” Cindy bit her lip seductively as she gauged my response. Defeated again I was.

“Yes…well…” was all I could mumble as the class erupted in laughter.

My lecture was a shamble. Of course, coincidentally my next slide was a picture of a clam. More laughter. I had to stop this before I got to the slide with a pair of ducks mating in the marsh. Becky interrupted me.

“I’m sorry Professor, but do you hear that buzzing noise? I haven’t heard that before.” The class got quiet to listen and there was an unusual, very soft buzzing sound from somewhere. I was staring at the ceiling, straining to hear which direction the sound was coming from, when some muffled snickering started, and the sound got louder. I looked down to see Becky spreading her legs, showing me her young pussy. The end of a small vibrator was protruding from her pussy lips, the source of the buzzing sound. I could not have turned redder. I turned my back to the class, so I could adjust the raging hard on in my shorts. The head of my cock was already protruding from the waistband of my low-cut shorts. So glad I didn’t wear boxers today. The vision of me fucking Becky in the ass while that vibrator buzzed in her wet pussy was fixed in my brain.

I turned back to the class and tried to concentrate on the projector slides and not stare at the row of beautiful young womanhood before me. To no avail. Tina called out a question.

“Professor, do you like to eat clam?” The laughter was louder still. Some of the boys were doubled over from laughing so hard. I tried to maintain my composure.

“Yes Tina, I think fresh clam is delicious. I eat it any chance I get.” The rest of the class was in hysterics over this exchange. But then I noticed that Tina too was showing me her pussy with her legs spread. But she had pulled the back of her skirt, so her pussy was touching the upholstered cushion of her chair. She was gyrating her hips slightly, rubbing her wet pussy against the cushion. A noticeable wet spot was growing on the upholstery. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I looked at Tina, probably with a combination of lust and wtf are you doing? She just gave me a raised eyebrow glance that said “So what do you think of that?”

Thankfully the bell rang to change classes, but it didn’t matter. My class had ended long before. Students packed up and left, but the Gang of Four dawdled, pretending to talk amongst themselves, but loudly enough so I could hear.

“Think the Professor cracked a fat today, girls? We tried our best!” Laughter ensued.

“We could never tell anyway. I think it is way too small.” That would be Tina.

“He was adjusting something in his pants.”

“His keys no doubt.”

They giggled between themselves, stealing glances my way to see my reaction. I kept my back to them, carefully erasing the board before the next class. I actually had to smile at their banter.

“At least it is good to see the Professor likes pussy. I was beginning to think he was a poofter!” (I had to look that one up).

“Oh no, he’s straight. He wants you Tina, something fierce. After we leave, he’s going to lock the door and cum on your seat!”

“Eww! You’re so gross.” I kept my back turned to hide my reaction. “At least that little thing won’t drop enough to make a stain.” I couldn’t let that last one pass.

“Someday I’ll let you perform that experiment, Tina,” I responded, although I should have known better. The girls burst out laughing.

“Ha!” Tina mocked me. “Like that will ever happen, Professor!” The girls laughed as they left the room. I was going to be the laughing stock of all the students within 30 minutes. But Tina was the last to leave the room. She paused in the doorway, lifted her skirt and spread her ass for me momentarily. She looked back and winked at me as her skirt fell back into place.

I hadn’t thought about the wet spot on Tina’s chair until the girls reminded me of it, but they weren’t quite right about my intention. I didn’t lock the door and cum on Tina’s chair. I locked the door, got on my knees and smelled the wet spot on Tina’s chair. It smelled wonderful. Then I licked the wet spot. I loved it. Only then did I stand, take my tormented cock from my pants, and drop a big load of semen on the wet spot on Tina’s chair. It was plenty to leave a stain.

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I used the weekends working on my fieldwork, which among other things, required me to rent a motorboat to travel out to the shallow coral reefs to examine their health. As the reefs were more than a mile from the coast, I had to rent a large enough and powerful enough boat to handle the ocean waves and currents. I took a kayak to get to the shallowest part of the reefs where I could stand on the reef while doing my research. Since there was almost never another boat in sight, I would sometimes do my research naked, wearing only my water shoes to protect my feet.