Lesson Continues

"Okay we have a bit more time before light's out, Why don't you continue"

Looking to Booster, he's nodding his head so I do just that!

Getting a little bolder, I brought my hand back to the top of her mound. “Now can you tell me the next thing I’ll encounter?” my left hand going to the button of my pants, undoing it then opening the nylon zipper below it. To mask the sound of the zipper opening “Well Miss Smithson can you?” If she heard the zipper opening or not she didn’t reveal it to me, all she did was let out a small breath she apparently been holding.

“That would be the Labia Majora Sir!” Earning her the pleasure of my fingers tracing them as I told her she was correct.Up and down I moved my fingers all over the surface of her puffy pussy lips. Now I was starting to get turned on by how willing she seemed to be to my method of teaching her, getting bolder I penetrated her outer lips resting again the inside covering flesh

“And what am I now touching Miss Smithson?”

Now her breathing was becoming a bit strained “My labia Minora sir” The nervousness leaving her voice, being replaced with the hint of pleasure. A very low hiss escaping her lips as I trace her inner lips like I did the outer pair. At first she was dry but the longer I touched her the warmer and wetter she began to get.. As my middle finger and thumb penetrated her inner lips she let out a small “ohh!”

“Tell me what is the next part of the anatomy!”

Going to her toes “My clit sir!” A bit excited that would be my clit your thumb is touching sir!” Then realizing her mistake “Errr I mean my clitoris sir!”

“That’s better Miss Smithson!” My thumb tracing the infinity symbol all over the sensitive nerve bundle. Before I could say anything else.

“Barbra Jean sir!" Squirming so more of her sex was in contact with the flesh of my hand “You can call me Barbra Jean!”

“All Right Barbra Jean it will be!” Working my finger and thumb in her moistening passage “Where is my finger disappearing into Barbra Jean?”

“Into my cunthole Professor Cartier?

“Must you use such vulgar language Barbra Jean?”

Practically dancing in my finger “Sorry sir into my Vaginal Orifice sir!”

“That’s much better and pray tell what goes into the Vaginal Orifice?”

“Your coc… er the male penis!” Rewarding her correct answer by taking her left hand in mine and bringing it to my hardened cock. As her palm touched the warm flesh she started to stroke it up and down

“Ahhh!” escapes my lips answered by her “Ohhh!’ Both of us dripping pre cum as I take her hand from my cock resting my chest on her back “Barbra Jean lean over my desk and spread your legs apart!”

She moves to the front of my desk, spreading her legs, a drop of pre cum running down the inside of her left leg. I step up and align myself, “And what are we about to do Barbra Jean?”

“Fuck sir! I hope you are going to fuck me!”