Fuck, yeah. It's finally my turn. Witnessing all these people, hearing the faintly muffled moans, smelling the bodies of those who've just witnessed me cumming from the stimulation of my nipples, has gotten me off. My cock is so ready that all I want to do is fuck Vera against this damn desk, hard and wild, to make her moan so loudly that the teacher has no choice but to give me an A. I bend down, and her pussy is exactly at the height of my mouth. I sniff it, without actually touching it, enjoying the smell and sight of her juices flowing directly out of her. I think that somehow excites her more, the anticipation. I position her or whatever, but I have to place her hands against the desk, and she clenches them. I'm sure she'd love to sink my mouth into her pussy. Even though it's not something I've been good at, I'm sure I'd give anything to meet the expectations of this little fairy who's driving me crazy. The professor's gaze, alert as an eagle, rests on me, reminding me that my intentions aren't part of his program. I curse him under my breath, but for some reason it turns me on even more.
Finally, I get going, kneeling, and spread her thighs with my hands. They're exactly as I'd imagined, soft, a little squishy, but firm. I knock her off balance, and she leans against the table, resting her bare ass on the cool wood. Little by little, I begin to massage the length of her legs, somewhat clumsily. She doesn't need more either. I might as well have stroked her with a feather, but she's already about to explode. I've never seen a woman so wet. I look into her eyes, fully dilated, and I see her breathing. Fuck, I can even smell her desire; deep, intense, and wild.
Her hands are delicate; it's clear she doesn't have a craft work. Would it be weird if I asked her what she does for a living in this situation? My hands are enormous in comparison. I reach the full width of my hand and wrap the other around her thigh, still giving me room to stretch. It's like kneading bread, warm and sweet. Shame tries to remind me that this beauty just saw me cum because another guy groped my nipples, but damn, I'm letting her into this relationship. She's all mine right now.
I bite my lip as my fingers clumsily brush behind her knees, and I pause there for a moment, watching her reaction.
Her eyes don't leave mine as I explore and test, running my hands over her skin and applying small squeezes to the areas I think could be more pleasurable. I don't quite get it right, I'm so sorry. I want to hear her moan. I want her to feel even a tenth of what she's made me feel.
I think she senses my frustration, because at one point she glances at the teacher, and seeing that he's busy reprimanding another student on the other side of the room for excessive force, she takes my hand and places it on the inside of her leg. Okay, I get the drift and start massaging that area. A moan escapes her lips. Oh, fuck. Was that me?
That emboldens me even more, and I tentatively nibble at her knee. I take her foot and begin a trail of kisses and massages, occasionally managing to hit the spots she likes. With each of those sounds, my penis rises a little more, recovered and ready, and I'm surprised. I've never recovered so quickly, something my partner always told me about.
She likes feet. I stay there for a couple more minutes, but time flies, and I know I have to hurry. I want her to cum, I want her to do it in front of me, like she did in the auditorium, but this time I want to do it with my own hands.
So I stand up and lean a little on top of her, letting my penis brush against her thighs and gently nuzzling her neck.
"You'll only make her uncomfortable," she says, the teacher. I didn't even realize he was so close to us, so focused on my task. He's holding the riding crop again, his arms crossed, frowning at me. "How many hands do you have, Master Paul?"
I glare at him, but I answer because I want him to leave and leave me with Vera.
"Two."
"Correct. Two hands and one mouth, and you only use one of them. Make the most of what you've got." He points to a precise spot on my neck, and another on my hips. "Mouth, hand. Hand. Like this."
And then, the bastard gets behind Vera and massages the back of her neck. Vera moans so loudly that the rest of the class stares at us. I look at her in surprise, as her reactions to me have been much milder. The teacher doesn't stop there. He lowers one of his hands and places it on her hip, where he begins to slowly run over her skin. I see goosebumps rise on her skin, and she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. The teacher continues without stopping, and this time, he lowers his lips and places soft kisses on the base of her neck and moves his tongue in circles on her neck. Vera moans, more and more. It's growing. I even see her lose her temper for a second and roll her eyes when his hands move to her large, hanging breasts, never stopping kissing and biting her neck. And I'm still between her legs, watching everything in close-up. She lets out a squeal of pleasure when the teacher's hands find her nipples and begin massaging them, which makes her moan louder than anyone in this classroom.
F.U.C.K. I have to learn how to do that.
And just when I think he's going to succeed, that he's going to make her cum with just her breasts... the bell rings.
The teacher automatically pulls his hands away from Vera. She's staggering back, and I have to catch her midair so she doesn't fall.
"We're done for today. You can get dressed. Please disinfect your desk before heading to your next class. You're expected in the gym in five minutes. Don't delay, or you'll be punished."
What. What. Whaaaaaat. Are you going to leave us like this? Really? What the fuck? Vera has the same expression as me. We continue hugging and let go when we realize it. But I think we're both thinking the same thing, because when she looks at me, I detect hunger in her eyes.