The Lesson Part I-C Finally, he wrapped his lips around her erect nub and gently sucked as he fluttered his tongue across it. Shesuddenly felt light as a feather and heard a rushing sound in her ears. He had once again slipped his finger into her and was gently poking and prodding her newly found erogenous zone. Christina's body began to shudder uncontrollably. He slowly unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. Christina heard only the rushing sound in her ears, her own moans, and panting as the Kaki Dockers fell to the floor in a pile. Nor did she hear the tearing sound as he tore open the front of his briefs. Professor Finicky now stood in front of Christina. Slowly, she opened her eyes in a delirious "play me state" and saw him, his thick mast quivering, moving closer to her. Her thighs parted farther and she felt herself sliding her soft place towards the edge of the desk. Professor Finicky remained still as she slid herself onto his thick length. Professor Finicky heard Christina gasp as she drew him in. He felt her clench herself around his shaft while she paused, getting used to his girth. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse. A new wave of excitement pulsed through him as her blouse fell open, exposing her beautiful breasts, spilling out of a stark white, demi cup, pushup.

Professor Finicky ran his hands down her legs, now parted in a wide V, caressed her soft place briefly before taking hold of her thighs, lifting her off the desk, and plunging deeply inside of her. With every slow, deep stroke he could hear Christina moan. With each thrust, her breasts would sway.

Leaning forward, he took an erect nipple between his lips and began fluttering his tongue across it, as he had recently done to her engorged personal place. Christina responded by suddenly becoming much wetter and slipperier than before.

This drove Professor Finicky wild. He began pumping harder and faster, gazing into Christina's warm green eyes.

Suddenly, there was knock on the door. With no other ideas at hand, Professor Finicky said "quick, under the desk." In a scuffle of leather soles, Christina was stealthily positioned underneath Professor Finicky's large oak desk. Professor Finicky, with no time to completely pull up his pants, dropped into his armchair and rolled under the desk. "Come in" winced Professor Finicky. It was none other than Dean Hoss. A large woman entering her golden years. The saddest thing about Dean Hoss was that she could lose all the weight, and end up not having a pretty face after all. Dean Hoss was coming on to Professor Finicky in her usual way. Professor Finicky had by now gotten used to it, however, to Christina, not knowing who this was, it was a potential threat. Christina spied Professor Finicky's stiff length and could not resist a tease. She leaned forward and gave the large head of Professor Finicky's length a sudden toy.

Professor Finicky flinched. Christina then traced her tongue along the fleshy backside of Professor Finicky's length and felt him shudder, quite noticeably. "Are you all right?" asked Dean Hoss. "Oh yes" said Professor Finicky "I must have caught a chill" Christina, feeling feisty, then leaned forward and took the head of Professor Finicky's shimmering length into her mouth. She could taste her own sweet juices as she flattened her tongue out across her bottom teeth and slowly went down on Professor Finicky.

She heard Professor Finicky draw in his breath suddenly as she did this. Dean Hoss had abruptly stopped talking. "It's okay" stumbled Professor Finicky "I must be coming down with something." Christina heard the drone of Dean Hoss's voice once again.

She therefore took the opportunity to yawn down Professor Finicky's thick shaft once again.

This time, she began slowly pumping forward and back, being careful to keep her mouth slightly open in order to avoid any sucking sounds.

She could feel Professor Finicky rhythmically twitching and flinching. She could also hear him moaning what appeared to be "Uh-Huh... uh-huH... UH-huh...

" to Dean Hoss.

The next thing Christina knew, she no longer heard Dean Hoss's voice. She was so into what she was doing, nothing else seemed to matter.

She could make out Professor Finicky's moans now, more deeply and stronger.

She wondered if he was going to come soon. Eager to feel the pulsating of his length, taste his salty load wash across her tongue, and hear his loaw, deep groans of pleasure. What Christina felt instead was Professor Finicky's hand on the back of her head, guiding her as Professor Finicky slowly rolled out from underneath the desk. Professor Finicky's eyes were locked on Christina's as she slid her tongue across his length. She was determined to give him a show now! She moaned deeply each time she took his thick member in and would occasionally wrap her lips around the soft fleshy underside and flick her tongue across it. Professor Finicky reached down and began massaging Christina's breasts. Her nipples became swollen and erect.

Christina felt herself once again getting very hot, wet, and slippery. As if Professor Finicky had read her mind, he rolled the chair out, stood up, and helped Christina to her feet. For the first time, their lips met and they kissed, long, deep, and passionately.

Christina felt Professor Finicky's hand caressing her hips, her thighs, and then it trailed back, across her soft place. His fingers working diligently as they made their way between her legs.

She leaned forward as he stroked her slick lips.