I recently returned from Munich, Germany, where I was enrolled in a summer exchange program for high school German. After ten years of teaching, this is the first time I’ve sent pupils overseas like Munich Sexy Workers. It has taken this long to persuade everyone that it would be beneficial for the students’ experience because of how conservative our community is.

The culminating experience for advanced German language learners is this tour. Since they have all previously graduated, in a technical sense, they are my former students. Since the students are no longer students and are all 18 years old, the Board allowed the trip to Moosach. The Board was worried about being held accountable for other cultural customs and municipal drinking regulations. In this way, there are no consequences for the school, and “what happens in Deutschland stays in Deutschland.”

And wow, did it prove to be the year’s biggest understatement?

Students spent their nights with German families in the area who had been in my class virtually for the previous two years. They have all been exchanging emails and Skype messages in German when I was in Garmisch-Partenkirchen. I thought it was a rather creative approach to give my pupils real-world language experiences.

My duties for the three-week tour include guiding weekend day trips and weekly seminars on US culture for German and American participants. All of the seminars will be conducted in German. The seminars on German culture are led by Eve, a German teacher from the area. She’s a little younger than me, at 28. She’s blonde, blue-eyed, and a total fitness freak, just like any average German. At 32 years old and 6’1″, I played collegiate volleyball. To stay in shape, I still play volleyball at my gym.

It was a fantastic first week. Even though the students were seeing their pals in person for the first time, it felt like a school reunion! Over the two years that we have been using the app, there have been speculations that some of them may have experimented with some X-rated Skype sessions, and some of them did appear to have an odd amount of familiarity. But even though these were long-distance friendships up until this point, everyone clicked right away.

Some of the local day outings were organized by Eve and me. Although I did some research on the location online, her knowledge of the area was truly local. She recommended that for a “true German cultural experience,” we go to the English Garden along the Eisbach River. I felt the park had a wonderful sound. It must be similar to Grant Park in Chicago or Central Park in New York, I reasoned.

I didn’t realize until everything was planned out that the park’s tiny river is a well-liked spot for Germans to go skinny dipping or FKK. “We might as well get the students immersed in the culture since this is how the Germans do it,” I reasoned. I didn’t want them to cancel the vacation, so I kept that tiny fact a secret. In addition, it would benefit them to have FKK experience.

Upon arrival, we saw a pleasant place with room for twenty German and American students, both male and female. We laid out our towels on the ground and assembled our lunch.

Eve and the German students started getting undressed as soon as we had set up our space. The English Garden was perceived by my students as merely a place for garden picnics. Needless to say, neither they nor I had brought bathing suits.

My pupils were taken aback.

The girls’ fixation was on their German male pals, who affirmed the well-founded stereotype about German penises. This was the most typical thing in the world for the Germans. They have an extremely favorable body image and are accepting of nudity because they were reared this way. My boys were also engrossed in the naked girls.

I tried to be all sophisticated and cool, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Eve. She was hotter than I could have ever dreamed and even more stunning in her underwear.

Some of my guys noticed as well, whispering to me in whispers, “Their teacher has a tattoo on her ass.”

“Mach schnell!” was exclaimed to us by the Germans. “Go quickly!” My ten students—five boys and five girls—looked to me for guidance. Eve was waiting for me, already in her underwear. She’s beaming.

Following an awkward silence, I removed my T-shirt over my head and shrugged my shoulders. The males smiled and removed their shirts, taking their signal. The girls said, “Mr. B, is this happening and OK?” as they cast a glance at me.

With a simple smile, I said, “When in Rome… However, it wouldn’t hurt to keep this to ourselves when we get home, gals.”

I then undid my belt and pulled up my shorts.

I looked up and saw that five pairs of female eyes were following every motion I made. I got up and looked at each of them for a long time while carefully pulling my zipper down. Two of my ostentatious guys were sprinting toward the nude German girls, eager to flaunt their bodies, even though they were already nude. In case it was a joke, the other three boys followed me in time!

I lowered my shorts gradually and knelt to remove them, my zipper open.

With a bulge and only my briefs on, I proudly stood up and faced the girls. They were captivated. I gave them everyone a big smile as I met their eyes. Now that they were only in their underpants, the boys felt it was unfair that they had undressed more fully than the girls.

At least on the Internet, I’m sure the majority of them had relationships and have seen nude guys. But there was something unique about their young male teacher appearing in front of them, clad only in his panties. That unique moment was bound to get much better in a matter of seconds, of course.

Casey, one of the more self-assured girls, appeared particularly interested in seeing me undress. She stepped forward to join the group, putting herself just a few feet in front of me.

She grinned while glancing down and focusing on my protrusion. I smiled at Casey and reached for my panties’ waistband. Bending over, I slowly lowered my panties while maintaining eye contact with her. I sprang back up, clutching my briefcase, and threw my hands over my head, yelling, “Ta Da!” My boys echoed the girls’ laughter with their own “Ta Da’s!” We resembled the Olympic male stripping team!

Her smile spread across her face as she stared at my slightly swelled cock as it came to life.

After inhaling deeply, Casey remarked, “I was hoping you didn’t shave your pubes. Good. I truly enjoy them in that exact form. She was careful to stress the word “really.”

It was intriguing to me that Casey had even considered my pubic hair. I still took the compliment, though.

As they swiftly undressed, the other females laughed at Casey’s audacity but showed equal curiosity in my nudity.

The girls were nearly fully nude, while the guys were completely nude. I offered to help Casey when she asked. Casey started to undress and handed me each item of clothes as it came off while I stood there. Nevertheless, she made everyone laugh by draping her bra and underwear over my head.

We went to the river and enjoyed swimming, joking, and our first-ever experience of being completely nude in public. My girls were forced to get on the shoulders of the German lads so they could play chicken fights. I heard Brook and Sue, two of my girlfriends, agree that they could spend the entire day rubbing the German males’ hairy heads into their pussies.
They argued over whether long, wavy hair looked better against their pussies or a short buzz cut.

The German males appeared to enjoy carrying all those nude pussies on their shoulders, judging by the size of their thick German penises.

A few kids were demonstrating their bouncing tits, asses, and cocks by bouncing a beach ball back and forth in the shallow section of the river. There was something for everyone in the show they were putting on. The ones in the river’s deeper sections seemed to be getting to know one another rather well and feeling each other up.

The oddity of newly graduated high school seniors, their 32-year-old male teacher, and their 28-year-old female teacher being in the nude together didn’t take long to get over.

As a result of the German students’ efforts to ensure everyone’s comfort, it quickly gained global acceptance.

with the exception of a single minor occurrence wherein events took an unforeseen turn. The American and German females had taken a break and were encircling me with their towels. The boys continued to play water volleyball while submerged in the water. I had my cock at eye level while I stood there chatting to the girls.

I suddenly realized two things. I looked down at Casey first. Casey was seated with her knees up to her chin, while most of the girls were crossed-legged or in some other modest position that allowed me to see only their gorgeous mounds of pubic hair.

She gradually loosened her knees till she was visibly showing her pussy at me each time I turned to look at her. She also slipped her right hand down to her vagina and began stroking herself in front of me, trying to make sure there was no chance this was an accident. Just so I could see her, Casey was masturbating in front of me.

The second unexpected realization I had was that EVERY female eye was fixed on my cock. I became self-conscious and began to become hard due to the attention and Casey widening her legs. A small semi-chub would have been fine, but this time, with Casey sultrying in front of me and the warm air caressing my cock, I experienced the strongest, most intense erection of my life.

As Eve emerged from the water and saw my state, she exclaimed, “Oh mein Gott! What a sausage you got!” and playfully pushed down my cock, causing it to violently spring back up.

There was nothing within my power to act. I would never get over appearing ashamed. There was nothing to hold in front of me, not even a towel. Nobody said anything until Robby, one of the smarter boys, ran up from the beach. Robby always has a great one-liner. With a blurt, “Hey Mr. B, can we…WHOA?” He said, “Don’t worry, I’ll call your doctor in 4 hours,” without missing a beat, as soon as he saw my predicament. It was a clever approach to call out the real elephant in the room, and everyone recognized the joke!

After Robby defused the situation, the girls started chatting among themselves about my cock, the cocks of the other boys, who they preferred to have chicken fights with, and other gossip. I surveyed the group of twenty-eight-year-olds, frolicking in the nude and relishing the day, like a pleased parent enjoying his nudist son.

My happiness was cut short when I felt five thin fingers caress my still-hard cock. When I glanced, Casey was whispering in my ear while holding my cock. “There is only one way for you to resolve this issue.” She then planted a soft peck on my lips.

Casey walked me out of the group and into a quieter part of the park, her towel in one hand and my cock in the other. She dropped to her knees in front of me, the towel on the floor.

She raised her gaze to meet mine and said, “My God, you are hotter than I even imagined.” I froze.

Casey softly tickled my asshole while putting her hands around my cheeks to expose them. She began playing with my balls with her tongue, kissing and sucking my sack in turn. I had some drops of precum on my cock tip, and Casey sucked them off.

I was ecstatic.

After Casey stopped licking my balls, I felt her warm breath over their edges. Suddenly, she swung her tongue around my cock head and put it in her mouth. I was too huge for her, though she tried to get as much of the shaft in her mouth as she could. In a consistent, seductive cadence, she continued to take my cock in her mouth while stroking the exposed shaft with her hands. Despite understanding how sensitive that area of my body is, she persisted in fiddling with my asshole.

I felt like Casey was using me as a musical instrument. She was aware of when to accelerate and decelerate. When she finally let go of my cock, she collapsed onto the towel.

I crouched between her thighs. I licked her pussy gently on one side, then the other. She extended her body while I worked my tongue inside her and licked her vagina from bottom to top. I covered her with my wide mouth and massaged her pussy with my entire tongue. She was euphoric.

I let myself go close to Casey and let my fury lead me straight to her pussy. She ran my cock along the sides of her vagina and against her pubic area. At last, she guided my cock into her moist crotch. Casey was writhing with delight as I started to thrust in and out. With each stroke, she seized my hips and drove my cock into her pussy.

I realized that I was on the verge of blowing up in her. She shoved my dripping cock into her lips as I pulled away. She took a few last licks and I poured six long jets of hot cum down her throat, showcasing her amazing oral skills. She completely licked my cock after swallowing every drop.

I fell at her feet, and we lay there staring into each other’s eyes while remaining silent. Gradually, our breathing became regular again. When I pulled up to Casey, she sat up and gave me a final kiss. After gathering the towel, we returned to the group. Everybody had returned to the sea.

Eve spotted us as we arrived at our destination and said, “Hey, where you guys been?”

She peered down at my lifeless cock, still shining in the sunlight.

“Oh, never mind,” she answered with a smile.

After a few more trips to the Garden, everyone started to feel more comfortable skinny-dipping. Every boy had experienced an erection at some point, but they were more proud than ashamed. At least a few of the pupils separated and used our designated space for their amusement.

I’m not sure whether anyone mentioned how much fun we had at the Garden. The only thing I know is that there was a waiting list for the trip the next year!