“Here are the labia majora, or outer lips as they are more commonly known.” He stroked a finger down one side and up the other side. “These are actually closely linked to the clitoris, which we will come to shortly.”
Victoria knew the link only too well. The touch was sending sensations deep into her nether regions, particularly with her still-frustrated state of arousal. She clenched her fists around the armrests of the chair, forcing herself not to buck against his hand, praying he would not notice her small movements. How can he not?
But Mr Longman carried on, not acknowledging her arousal in any way. Maybe he really doesn’t notice. Maybe I’ll get away with it. However, part of her wanted him to notice, and that part was growing stronger by the second.
Mr Longman reached down with his other hand. Victoria felt him part her lips. “Now class, just inside are a second set of lips, the labia minora. These are also linked to the clitoris and are sensitive to the touch.” He stroked the fingers of his other hand up and down her inner pussy lips. Victoria bit her lip. This was becoming unbearable. “Just below, you can just see the entrance to Miss Abbott’s vagina. We may have time to come to that in a moment.” What would that entail, exactly? “Now you may be able to see some degree of moisture starting to form there. This is an entirely natural response to intimate touch that Miss Abbott is exhibiting.”
Victoria could have died in the chair of embarrassment. She heard her classmates call out. “Sir, is Vick getting wet?” “Is she gagging for it, Sir?” “Does she need a good dicking, Sir? I’ll volunteer!”
“That’s enough, class! If you can’t take this seriously, you can leave the class. Only genuine questions, politely and respectfully put, will be tolerated.” Mr Longman resumed his demonstration.
“Just between the upper folds of the labia is the clitoris, which I’ve mentioned already.” Victoria felt him part her lips further. “Again, Miss Abbott is exhibiting a natural sign of arousal. The clitoris is erect and poking out from under the hood, which sits at the top of the labia. Can you all see?” The silence was deafening. “Now, a light stroke while a female is aroused can produce a rather pronounced reaction.” He gently ran a latex-clad index finger around her clitoris.
Victoria couldn’t help herself. She gasped, gripped the chair arms, and thrust her crotch up, trying to meet Mr Longman and his gentle touch. The class erupted in whoops and cheers. “Go Vick!” “She’s desperate, Sir! Have some mercy on her!” “Want me to carry on, Sir?”
Mr Longman ignored them and continued. “More vigorous touch can often be too much on such a sensitive area. The most common way to bring a female to orgasm is to continue gentle touch, but with variation in the movements. Once you sense your partner is approaching orgasm, you would maintain your speed, pressure, and rhythm until it has been achieved.” With that, he broke off contact suddenly, leaving Victoria gasping in her chair. She felt she was nearly there. He could have put his theory into practice. She was so horny, the thought of coming in front of the class held no fear for her. There’s nothing left to their imagination now anyway – I was practically coming right there.
“Any questions, class?” An uproar followed.
“Why not continue the demonstration, Sir?” “Is squirting real, Sir?” “Show us her g-spot, Sir!”
“Sir, how do girls go number two without an asshole?” Victoria recognised Brad’s smarmy voice. What? Why would he ask such a stupid question and risk embarrassment like that?
His question had stung Mr Longman. “Mr Miller... I’m not quit sure I heard you right. Do you not think girls have anuses?”
“Oh... do they, Sir?” Brad’s face and voice were paragons of innocence. Victoria’s heart sank, but at the same time her pussy clenched. She had a feeling she knew what new humiliation Brad was engineering for her.
“Let’s settle this once and for all. Please stand, Miss Abbott.” Mr Longman lifted her feet from the stirrups and she closed her legs gratefully before standing up. It was funny – she almost felt clothed now with only her breasts and slit visible, as opposed to her entire pussy spread for her classmates’ perusal. It didn’t last long, however.
“Hmm, now... now, please climb and kneel on my desk, facing away from the class. That’s right.” Victoria got up, on the side of the desk to avoid spreading her legs to her peers unnecessarily. She then turned her back to them and knelt, buttcheeks on her heels, hands on her thighs. It felt very submissive. She just about managed to resist the temptation to sneak a finger between her legs.
“Now, please lean forward so that you are resting your shoulders on the desk, and spread your legs slightly.” She blanched, but of course had no choice. This was what she supposedly lived for. She pushed the shame deep down as she, in turn, bent deep down. She heard murmuring behind her as she got lower. She cringed as she imagined the view they were getting, and she felt tears of embarrassment and humiliation start to form. But her pussy was betraying her. It was dripping wet and crying out for attention.
“Mr Miller, come to the front of class and see how wrong you were.” Victoria heard a chair scrape back and footsteps approach. “Now, you should all be able to see Miss Abbott’s anus – anus being the correct word, Mr Miller – between her buttocks. In fact, Miss Abbott, please reach back and spread your cheeks to give an unobstructed view.”
Victoria robotically obeyed. She parted her asscheeks and put her tight, pink butthole on display for her classmates. Her clit throbbed at the eye-watering exposure. She screwed her eyes shut. She wouldn’t let herself cry. She could get through this.
“Thank you. Now class, ordinarily there is some amount of hair around the anus, but Miss Abbott, as we have seen, removes this hair. This can be cleaner and more hygienic but needs to be done with care. In any case, we can see that Miss Abbott is fastidious in her personal hygiene.” She couldn’t quit believe her ears. Is he really congratulating me on having a clean asshole? This just gets worse.
“You can see that the anus is much pinker than the surrounding skin. This sometimes fades with age but as Miss Abbott is a young woman the colour is still vivid, almost rosy. We can also see signs of arousal still around the vagina – the labia are dark red and there is moisture spreading over the whole area.”
Victoria gasped as his finger probed again, stroking her clitoris. “An aroused female will be lubricated from the clitoris to the vaginal opening.” He brushed a finger up between her lips to her hole. “Sometimes, this lubrication can be used for anal stimulation.” He brushed along her perineum until his finger rested on her anus. She could feel the wetness traced along her perineum. God, I really am gagging for it! She felt Mr Longman pressing against her back door, and breathed in sharply. “Now, a small amount of pressure can be enough to achieve penetration beyond the anal sphincter. This is often very pleasurable.” The class were in awed silence. I have to stop this. This can’t be my first time... there...
“Sir, I... I mean, there, I haven’t, I’ve never been... penetrated there before Sir... in my, my... bottom, Sir...” Fuck, that was difficult. Please let him stop! But part of her wanted it. The same part that wanted to reach between her legs and soothe her aching cunt.
“In your what, Miss Abbott? I did just say the word. I prefer to hear the correct terminology in my class.”
He’s going to make me say it. It just feels so wrong. “M-my... a-anus, Sir. I’ve not b-been touched... there before.”
“That’s better. And I wouldn’t have thought otherwise, Miss Abbott. This can be a learning experience for you along with the rest of us.” He pressed, and the tip of his finger suddenly pushed in, into her compliant asshole. Victoria gasped. The sensation was brand new. “There we go. Class, as you can see, this has provoked a strong reaction.”
“Do you love it in the ass, Vic?” Victoria couldn’t recognise the voice. She was too focused on the feeling. Mr Longman was up to the first knuckle now. He spoke softly as he pushed deeper. “Answer the question, Miss Abbott. Is this pleas
urable?”
Can’t seem embarrassed. And... Oh, GOD!... it is... FUCK... it does feel good... “Yes Sir... it is... Oh!... it feels good... It hurts a bit Sir... Oh, don’t stop, please...” Where did that last bit come from? I’m speaking straight from my crotch, no intervention from my brain!
The class was finding its voice. “Vick, you slut! Take it in the ass!” “Have you never taken a cock up the ass Vick? No way!” “Sir, look, she’s rubbing her pussy!”
She was. The sensation had become too much to bear. Her hand was between her legs, stroking up and down her slit, teasing her clit. I just need to come. Please, let me come. Then this humiliation will be over. She could still feel Mr Longman’s finger inside her ass. It was thrusting slightly in and out now. The feeling against her anal ring was divine. “Oh... Sir, I – this feels really good... oh... I think I’m going to, AHH, come...”
“Hold it back please, Miss Abbott, if you can. Class, the female orgasm is not well understood but generally easy to replicate. Stimulation of various zones, in this case the anus and clitoris, will result in this reaction. Vibrators often help but it seems that won’t be necessary here.”
Victoria continued stroking. She was desperate but waiting for permission. The embarrassment was completely gone from her mind. All she could think of was finally reaching orgasm. Please, Sir... please give me permission to come with your finger in my ass. Then, the bell went.
Mr Longman looked up. “Is that the time? Well class, I hope you found this informative.” Victoria felt him remove his finger unceremoniously from her asshole. It closed behind him. She felt suddenly empty. “Miss Abbott, you may get down. Oh, please stop touching yourself. I’m sure you have another class to get to.”
She felt her cheeks redden. Partly due to the embarrassment starting to return, partly from having her teacher tell her off for masturbating, and partly through the further frustration. Her clit was on fire but she knew she had to stop.
She caught her breath, dragged her hand away from her pussy, and slowly pushed herself up. She turned, swung her legs off the desk, and stood up. Her ass felt funny. Funny but good. I want more of that. The class was staring up at her. She stared back. A wave of shame crashed over her as she processed what had just happened, and that familiar urge to cover herself returned. She forced her hands to her side.
“Come on class – all out!” Mr Longman’s admonition broke the spell and they slowly filed out. Victoria was last. Ralph was waiting for her. Her heart sank.
“Quite a show, Vick. You were getting quite worked up. Need some help with that?”
For a moment, she considered it. She’d never fucked Ralph but she imagined he could do a job. No. No, that’s a slippery slope. Her pussy twitched in protest but she was decided. “I’ve got class, Ralph. See you later!”
Victoria walked off. She could feel his eyes on her ass. Her pussy juice was still wet on her thighs and her vagina was crying out for something long and hard. And my ass! She ignored it and walked on, ignoring the now-common stares and wolfwhistles. This can’t get worse, can it?
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