Peter stopped her before she could continue, putting an arm around her waist and squeezing her, he interrupted her before she could go on. "Now, class. Has Isabella explained ways to please a female?"
A voice piped out. "Yes, sir, two weeks ago, she led us in a masturbation session, detailing in explicit detail ways to please ourselves."
Shit! And I missed that?! Peter thought, feeling aroused. He grinned a cocky, no pun intended, grin. 30 to 45 minutes of staying flaccid? We'll see about that.
Another voice chimed in, "we had a little problem with the G Spot, but Isabella says that one takes time and gave it as a class wide project. We have to work on that throughout the semester until we achieve an orgasm that way."
"But Professor did tell us how to fake an orgasm!" said one sassy blond.
"But not with you, Peter," Isabella whispered. He curled his fingers into her waist, tickling her a bit. "Tsk, tsk," he chided. "Has my favorite drama queen been lying to me?" He tightened his arm around his waist and whispered a hushed "you owe me" before addressing the class. "When you get home tonight, I strongly suggest you try some of this with your partners. What your partner must do, he or she, it doesn't matter what gender your partner is. Your partner must establish the mood and tone, making you feel completely relaxed, completely comfortable, completely safe, and completely confident. As he or she undresses you, they need to tell you how sexy you are." He peeled the tank top off of Isabella's body. "You are so sexy." At this, Isabella started to giggle until her giggles became hiccups. "Take her breath away with a long kiss and soothe her with long strokes along her arms and back."
The room grew silent as Peter kissed her for a long time and his hands slowly glided up and down her arms and back. Her hiccups stilled and Isabella melted into his chest, her eyelids getting heavy. "Ah, my kiss is a drug," he teased, but kissed her again before she could laugh. During the kiss, his hands dropped from her back and undid the button and zipper of her skirt, sliding its long length to the floor in a blue, denim puddle. With his hands cupping her butt, he lifted her off the floor so he could kick the skirt out of the way, and then set her down again. "Notice how Isabella is not only relaxed, but is beginning to be aroused? Her nipples are straining against the satin of her bra. And ah, those lacy see through panties." He displayed Isabella to the class. "Notice how she is clean shaven? Now, if I nuzzle her right here on the back of the neck, and put my hand here, " he pressed his lips against a sensitive area on her neck and reached a hand between her thighs, pressing his palm against her white see through panties. "I put my hand here after nuzzling and find that she is already damp." He tickled a finger along that narrow strip of panties between her thighs. "Now, your partner wants you to be nice and wet." Peter removed Isabella's bra and panties and leaned his butt against the desk, pulling Isabella back to be cradled against his chest. He flung one of her knees over his leg and maintained hand contact on her slick, smooth pussy. He talked as he caressed her, applying pressure against her clit and enjoying the power of a classroom of attentive listeners and the woman who lay like moldable putty, trusting and languid, in his arms.
"When you are fully relaxed and very wet," he said to the class as he continued to caress Isabella's wet clit, "your partner needs to then insert one finger inside, and then two inside." He held up the hand that was not inside Isabella and demonstrated a curling position of two fingers. "We are in a perfect position right now because when I curl my fingers up towards her navel, I can scout around for her G-Spot." He put his hand back on Isabella's body and curled his fingers inside of her. His fingers brushed against that sensitive area and Isabella groaned. "Now, class, the G-spot is located here and feels like a throbbing cluster of grapes," His fingers stilled on Isabella's spot and he raised his eyebrows at the class. As one, the students stood up, washed their hands at the sink, and lined up in front of Peter and Isabella.
Peter laid Isabella across the desk, spreading her trembling thighs, and guided the first student's hand to Isabella's pussy. "Feel how smooth she is? How wet? Now touch her clit." The female's middle finger rubbed at Isabella's clit and Isabella gave another moan as her back arched. "Now insert two fingers." The student inserted two fingers and Isabella's hips raised, bucking against the woman's hand. "Not yet, babe," Peter whispered, putting his hands on Isabella's hips to still their rocking. He turned to the student whose fingers were inside Isabella's cunt. "Tell me how she feels inside."
The student thought for a moment, head tilted as her hand explored Isabella. "She is incredibly warm, wet, tight around my fingers, feels like there are ridges inside, and if I curl my fingers....Oh mi gosh!" the girl yelled and looked at the class. "I felt it! I felt her G-spot! This is so cool!" Her fingers brushed the sensitive spot and Isabella's toes curled, but Peter's hands remained on her hips and his voice told the student to not apply any pressure.
Isabella lay in a hot, aroused haze as each college student took a turn exploring her body, rubbing her clit, inserting fingers inside of her and feeling her G-Spot. Several students made her cum when they tickled her clit, and the orgasms came like rolling waves, but Peter allowed no one to bring her to a G-Spot orgasm. As the last student finished, Peter had the women form a circle around them and he laid across the desk on his left side, cradling Isabella to his chest and traveling his right hand down her till he reached the delta of her thighs. His mouth nipped at her earlobes and neck and his hand stroked her tummy, her pelvis, her thighs, her pussy. He slipped two fingers inside of her and let her hips buck against his hand. He curled his fingers, brushing against those swollen grapes and with several well practiced strokes brought Isabella to eruption. With a scream and a savage thrust of her hips, Isabella came and wet juices burst from her cunt, covering Peter's hand and pooling on Isabella's thighs and the desk. The girls all watched in awe and reached out hands to touch the liquid pleasure. Some sniffed at their coated fingers, some tasted it off of their fingers. Isabella lay panting, her heart struggling to return to a normal rhythm. The bell rang, signifying the end of class, and with a thank you from each woman, the students gathered their belongings and left the room.
"You are a very bad man," Isabella panted from the table as Peter straightened up his clothing. "I don't think I can move. I feel like a limp noodle." Peter gave a laugh. "And don't think you're getting any sex tonight!" chided Isabella. "That was almost like an orgy and I'm spent."
"Baby, you've got way more cash in you," Peter leered.
Isabella sat up and slid her panties on, laughing at Peter. "Now, there's a line!" She rolled her eyes, dressing slowly and smiling dreamily ever so often. They talked of nothing as she gathered her clipboard and lesson plans and placed them in her attaché. Peter wiped Isabella's juices off the desk and offered to carry her attaché. She handed it over and they walked towards the room's exit.
At the door, a yellow flier with the words "syllabus" on it caught Peter's attention. He read aloud, "Women's Health 101, taught by Professor Isabella Davis."
"C'mon, Peter, we gotta go. I haven't eaten dinner yet and I'm hungry." Isabella said in a rush.
"Wait, I want to read this," he grabbed Isabella's wrist and tugged her to his side. "Week one: women's anatomy. Week two: Pap smears, endometriosis, and breast exams. Week three: finding a good gynecologist. Week four: PMS and menstruation. Week five: proper nutrition, vitamins, and exercise plans. Week six: other health issues..." Peter voice slowed down at each week's lesson. Isabella stepped out of the classroom, impatient, tugging on Peter, who held her wrist captive. He let her go and she eyed him nervously, clearing her throat before attempting to say good-bye. "I'll...uh...see you tomorrow at school, Peter." Peter finished reading the syllabus that had nothing to do with masturbation, oral sex, and pleasing a man, and chuckled before giving a threatening. "Why you little!!!" he swatted at her butt and gave chase as she started to run down the hall. "I'll get you!"
