The Lessons Ch. 04

As Wendy approached the other side of the table, Mr. Peters said, "Hold on Wendy, I can see that it is a bit awkward for you to walk." He came up to her and carefully removed the flag and pulled up panties down to her ankles. She was grateful for his consideration, although it would have been better to have helped her with this earlier. She now only had a couple of steps left to go. She was happy though to get the flag finally removed and to no longer have to keep her knees spread to hold up her panties. She put her hand on his shoulder as she lifted each foot to help him remove the panties from around her ankles. He smiled up at her, obtaining a good view of her delicious young cunt. She smiled back to him in appreciation. Perhaps it was now finally coming to an end.

"Wendy, if you could, I want you to now get onto my desk, beside your clothes." This didn't seem so bad. She hopped up to sit on the front of the desk, facing the class. As her breasts bounced and shook violently with the sudden movement, Mr. Peters regretted not having her demonstrate calisthenics for the class. He also wished that he had spanked her bottom with her bra off. It would have been so nice to see them hanging down toward the flooring, shaking with each swat. He might have even been able to hang on to them as he spanked. 'Well, these are notes for future demonstrations,' he thought.

Wendy sat with her legs kept carefully together and hanging over the front of the desk. She did her best to cover her humongous breasts with her hands and arms. She did not feel nearly as exposed as she did before. Her nipples were now covered and one could only see a little bit of her pubic hair through her clenched thighs. Mr. Peters stood in front of her and placed his hands under her knees. He lifted up and pushed back. "Wendy, I want your knees up, and your feet on the edge of the desk." This was still fine with Wendy. Her knees provided even more coverage of her breasts, although their presence did have the effect of drawing attention to their size as one could see the edges of her boobs on each side of her bent knees. "You can brace yourself with your hands on the table." Wendy would have preferred to cover her pussy with her hands, but she felt that they were probably well hidden by her feet. She was, however, quite mistaken on this point. The students directly in front of her couldn't see anything but those to the left and right now had a very good view of the lips of her pussy.

Mr. Peters explained to her the rationale for the final demonstration. He moved to the right side of the desk, standing next to her. He placed one hand around her shoulders and the other on the desk, just inches in front of her cunt. He looked down to her in a reassuring, paternal voice. "Wendy, you have been a real trooper today. I am very proud of you, and I now understand why you are one of the more popular girls in the class." She smiled back to him, enjoying his praise and his authoritative affirmation that she is the most popular girl. Mr. Peters then placed his fingers lightly on her cunt, gently caressing the lips.

Wendy stiffened a bit and looked alarmingly at Mr. Peters. She was so grateful that no students could see this (but, she was wrong about that) and she wondered if this was in fact appropriate of Mr. Peters. He continued, "You are a very attractive girl and I am confident that you could have a very successful modeling career. I will be quite happy to do what I can to facilitate your aspirations." He said these things as he stroked and tickled her cunt lips with his fingers. Wendy was very glad that Mr. Peters would be so helpful to her. She didn't want to upset this opportunity, so she didn't resist his secret fondling, which in any case felt rather nice. She flushed and began to breath a little quicker, her breasts rising and falling. "Well, thank you Mr. Peters," she replied, "I would so much like to be a model," she looked up at him with eyes that betrayed her increasing arousal.

The students were now quite quiet. Many of them could see Mr. Peters caressing the lips of Wendy's exposed pussy. Tina was one of the students who was too much in front of the action to be able to see what was going on, but she now had faith in Mr. Peters. She knew that whatever he did with Wendy it was only because he was such a good teacher. She looked forward to their future private lessons.

Mr. Peters could feel wetness emerging from between Wendy's cunt lips, and he glided the tips of his fingers in between. He slid his fingers up and down the slit, pausing each time at the top to lightly circle and squeeze her clit. Wendy's eyes were half shut, and she could not hide from him a shudder of excitement. Mr. Peters leaned down to whisper in Wendy's ear. "I will do whatever is in my power to help with your career, Wendy. You are such a beautiful young lady. Your breasts are magnificent, your legs are stunning, and you have the most lovely bottom. You have a figure that must be seen." Wendy was blushing as he was whispering to her, enjoying his tributes, as well as his caresses. She knew it was wrong to let him caress her like this in front of the class but she relished being the attention of so many admiring eyes, and the pleasure he gave her was intoxicating.

Her pussy was now quite wet with her arousal. He began to massage it with more force and urgency. He carefully inserted one finger into the entrance of her cunt. She gasped and leaned her head into his shoulder. He lightly traced a circular motion within the opening, while he massaged her wet clit with his thumb. Her clit was now quite distended.

"There is but one part of you left that awaits to be seen," he whispered. "It is that which makes you a woman. I am sure that it will be your most beautiful feature." She knew what he was referring to but she did not want to think about it. She only wanted him to continue to stroke and massage her pussy as he whispered in her ear. However, he released his hand from her cunt and slowly parted her knees. She looked down and kept her eyes closed. No boy had actually seen her there before, yet she was now displaying the most secret part of herself to all them. Many of the boys reached down to their own erections. Quietly playing with themselves must be acceptable if Wendy can sit there in front of them being masturbated by the professor. Some of the girls were shocked at what they saw and turned their eyes away. However, others were themselves now entranced, imagining that it was them being stroked and caressed by the handsome Mr. Peters. They could not help squirming a bit themselves within their seats.

The view of Wendy was gripping. Her generous boobs were, once again, fully exposed, jutting out prominently from her chest, glistening somewhat with a layer of perspiration. They rose and fell with her breathing. However, the more enchanting view was of her exposed pussy. Wendy had only a bit of hair, certainly not enough to protect the lips from view, particularly when they were so engorged with arousal. Mr. Peters also moved her feet somewhat apart to get an even better view, exposing now her anus as well.

"Students, this is a girl's vagina. As you can see, it is one of the more attractive and alluring features of a woman's body." He worked his way through a scientific description of the location and function of the labia minora, labia major, clitoral hood, etc. However, for the boys it was difficult to pay attention to what he was saying; they were engrossed in what they could see. He even spread her cunt lips "to get a better view of the vaginal opening." Wendy covered her face with her hands.

"Boys, when you have the opportunity to explore a woman's vagina, it is important that you be sure that she is adequately lubricated. If not, any rubbing or stroking of the dry skin can be irritating, even painful. You might enjoy it yourself but you will probably not be invited back. When a woman is aroused, she naturally exudes her own lubrication. Wendy is not only well endowed with bountiful breasts, you can also tell that she has very well functioning vaginal lubrication." Mr. Peters used his fingers to highlight the moistness of Wendy's cunt. This further escalated Wendy's mortification but it was also good to hear that her cunny was as appealing as her breasts.

Mr. Peters again put his arm around Wendy's shoulder as he played with her lips and clit. "One should begin with light stroking, caresses, massage, and pressure. Spreading the lubrication around as one explores the folds and crevices of her secret and private parts. Always be sure to spend a special amount of time massaging her clitoral hood and the little clit that will often peak out. Many girls will in fact enjoy having their clits squeezed, flicked, and lightly pinched, particularly if it is well moistened." Wendy again hid her face in Mr. Peter's shoulder, her voluminous breasts rising and falling as her breathing increased in depth and speed.

"You can also insert a finger into her vagina, tickling and stroking the inner lips of the vagina as you move it in and out." Wendy took her left hand off the table to grasp the hand of Mr. Peters on her shoulder. "You should always though keep your attention on the clitoris, perhaps using your thumb to massage it as you slide your finger in and out of the vagina." The students could hear squishy sounds as Mr. Peter's finger moved in and out of Wendy's cunt. His fingers were now themselves quite wet with her juices, and her breathing was becoming more and more rapid. Her nipples were very stiff, even though he was not playing with them. She kept her face hidden from view, burying it deep within his chest.

Mr. Peters increased the speed and pressure of his movements. Wendy began to noticeably moan into his sports jacket. The students were all quiet, mesmerized by the display. The slurping and sucking sounds of her cunt, along with her sighing and moaning, was all that could be heard. Mr. Peters continued to massage and manipulate her pussy. She was gripping his left hand and he returned the gesture by increasing his grip as well. He whispered in her ear, "Just be yourself go Wendy, give in to the pleasure, to the wonderful sensations you are feeling. You are such a beautiful young woman, you deserve this pleasure, this attention, this admiration."

Wendy began to mildly thrust her hips, complementing the strokes of his fingers. A few of the students gasped in shock at seeing Wendy behaving so sexually, so animalistically in front of them. She did not appear to have any shame whatsoever, to be perfectly willing to spread her legs and thrust her hips in a bestial abandon in front of the whole class.

She was now notably panting, and she turned her upper body closer into Mr. Peter's chest, wrapping her right arm around his body so that she could hold him tighter to her body and lose herself further in his clothes. She whimpered into his chest. He wrapped his left arm around to help support her and to draw her closer to him. He never slowed in his wet massaging of her cunt.

She opened her mouth and lightly bit him in the side, suppressing a scream. Her body stiffened, and he could feel her cunt clamp down on his fingers. She suddenly scrunched her lower body, stiffened, and convulsed, waves of pleasure circulating through her body as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She bit harder on his chest and grasped onto him tightly, thrusting harder and harder into his hand as she came in front of the class. The students were shocked and awed by the sight. Many of the boys gripped their cocks tightly, some pretending that they were being fucked by Wendy, others trying to suppress their own desire to shoot their loads into their pants. Girls covered their mouths, squeezed their own thighs together, and either looked away in embarrassment or looked closely in their own unabashed fascination.

Wendy slowly relaxed. She continued to hide herself in Mr. Peter's clothes while her breathing gradually returned to normal. Mr. Peter's stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, "That was beautiful, Wendy, you should feel very proud. It was a lovely demonstration." She looked up at him and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Peters, I hoped that you would approve." She released her grip on his clothes, and he helped her to get off the desk.

She could not at first look any of the students in the eye. She turned her back to the students and began reaching for her clothes. Mr. Peters, however, picked her bra and panties. "I am sorry Wendy but I can't return these to you. You know that they are not regulation and I am not allowed to let you wear them in class."

Wendy looked pleadingly at Mr. Peters, thinking that perhaps some exception could be made, given what she had just done, but she did understand that rules were rules and she was now determined to follow the rules to the letter. Keeping her back to the class, she pulled on her blouse, buttoned the buttons, and then wrapped and clasped the plaid skirt around her waist. Finally, she redid the black tie.

Just as she was finishing Miss Harding entered the room, carrying a large box in front of her. "My goodness," she cheerfully exclaimed, "I appear to have missed a very interesting demonstration. Although, from what I can see, I may have arrived just in time." She looked around the class, particularly at the boys sitting in uncomfortable postures with their hands deep in their laps. "If I am not mistaken, this was a demonstration of particular interest to the boys."

"Yes, Miss Harding," Mr. Peters replied. "I understood that you wanted the boys to be in good shape for your laboratory task, and Wendy has done an excellent job in getting them prepared." Wendy smiled at Mr. Peters. Her unfettered breasts notably jiggled through her blouse as she returned to her seat, her eyes continuing to focus on the ground rather than catch the eye of the entranced boys.

The boys could not help watching Wendy wiggle to her seat but once she sat down they quickly turned their attention back to Miss Harding. They noticed that her own breasts were nicely mounted on the top of the box that she was carrying, but they wondered apprehensively what the box had to do with them.

To be continued...