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CAUTION:
Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts,
itching, chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure,
tenderness in one or more localized regions of the body, condemnation
to the Bad Place To Go After You Die (as defined by local religious
authorities), or any one of a number of Bad Things (depending on local
conditions). Author sincerely hopes Intelligence agency computers get
a hard-on reading this story. Any resemblance to any persons past,
present, future, living, dead, or reanimated (regardless of means or
method) is too fucking bad. Greetings to the National Security Agency.
Use of this story does not mean you will actually have sex. Actual
persons may vary in personality, intelligence, sexual preference(s),
or appearance from those portrayed in this story. Author not
responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages resulting
from reading the story. Attempts to repeat, engage in, or duplicate
the actions in this story may produce different results. Readers are
cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards. Do not confuse this
story with Real Life.

GUARANTEE
I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else happens to
like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a look at
this one. If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
plotline, names, personalities, title, spelling, premise(s), grammar,
punctuation, language, theme, sexual topic(s), reactions, formatting,
responses, dialog, description(s), or anything else about it, you're
entitled to a FULL refund of your original purchase price. (That last
part was sarcasm, for those [hopefully few] that didn't get it.)

FEEDBACK
Positive feedback, and even _constructive_ criticism, are welcome.
Constructive criticism (to me, anyway) isn't just telling me what you
didn't like ("It sucked because _____ didn't/isn't ______"), but
taking that additional step of offering a correction or helpful
suggestion ("I'm into B&D, and what I see mostly is whips, not riding
crops") that applies to more than just one story. If offered a story
idea, I may have a try at it, but I'm not going to suddenly be able to
write a plausible accounting of a testosterone-fueled gay S&M guy's
foray into watersports just because someone makes the suggestion; that
kind of stuff just doesn't spin my propeller. If you've read my stuff
before, that's (roughly) what you're going to get. 'Kay?

"Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

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Private Teacher
It was getting close to the time that I'd be graduating college with
my degree in Education, and all of us with that major were being
recruited by a large number of different schools and educational
systems.
One of the recruiters was from a private school system set up by a
newly-established small community; the salary that they were offering
was something close to outrageously high, but the few people that
they'd actually interviewed reported back to the rest of us that the
system had some pretty strange ideas -- strange enough to put just
about everyone in my graduating class off from having any interest in
working for them. That essentially forced the community reps into the
position of almost having to interview the few people that were
interested: me (near the top of the class) and a bunch of folks that
had spent too much time partying and having a good time, and had to
take anything they could get.
During the interview, I learned that the community was actually on a
big chunk of private property, and consisted of a bunch of what
amounted to über-liberals. The way they described what they wanted to
do, and how, sounded like a bunch of New Age moon-bat bullshit; but
I've always been pretty much of the "live and let live" mindset, so it
didn't outright bother me. Besides, the salary they were offering was
high enough that I didn't care what the hell they believed in; as long
as the paychecks didn't bounce, I could respect their beliefs as much
as necessary.
It was shortly before graduation that I got a job offer from them;
they were impressed enough with my grades and the internships that I'd
done that they were willing to pay relocation expenses, and even
offered me a bonus of a year's salary if I stayed with them for five
years.
Needless to say, I accepted.
After I reported for work a few weeks before their school year
started, I learned that they'd decided to make a few changes: based on
just a couple of studies that showed girls learned better in an
all-girl classroom, the classes were all going to be single-gender. A
different research project suggested that students learned better when
they had a single teacher for all subjects. What that meant for ME was
that the small group of students from ages thirteen through fifteen
(nine, I was told -- it wasn't that big of a community) would be with
me all day, and that in my case, they'd all be female.
I was also given information packets on my students, including
portrait photos of them, along with the curriculum and lesson plans
they wanted me to follow.
Reading through everything later, I saw that I would be giving them a
thorough grounding in the basics of math, English, and science; to
that were added history, civics and government, and
religion/philosophy, with a combined health and physical education
class. Since I was just one of several new teachers they'd brought in,
they also included a longer and more detailed explanation of what they
expected from me than what they'd said during my interviews. What all
of it boiled down to was that I was expected to teach math and science
(while allowing for the possibility of "alternative explanations" in
science), as well as the conventions (without being pedantic) of
spelling and grammar. For the remaining subjects, all I had to do was
"introduce established facts before facilitating and guiding general
discussion, examination of possible variations or differing opinions,
and encourage individual and independent thought and investigation of
the appropriate subject(s)." Any kind of quiz or test on a subject was
to be graded in proportion to the amount of latitude I had in teaching
it. They conceded to the necessity of some homework, but I was
encouraged to keep it to a minimum. The school year was also a
calendar year, but broken up into 3 semesters of three months each,
with a month between.
I also learned that "to foster a stable and secure learning
environment", classroom doors could be opened from the inside in case
of emergency, but required a key from the outside -- and that the only
people that would have a key to MY classroom would be me and the top
administrator in another building. Otherwise, anyone wishing to gain
entry through the high-strength doors would have to ask permission via
wireless intercom (I'd have a small earpiece to hear them). I was
strongly encouraged to disregard any such requests, and expected to
finish whatever subject I was teaching at the time in any case. I'd
already been shown my classroom (and issued the key for it); 3 of the
classrooms I remembered from my public school days would have fit into
it, easily. It contained the latest technology to help the educational
process, and was maintained in pristine condition: though the building
itself was over ten years old, classrooms appeared to have finished
construction only recently. The desks and chairs were separate items,
and most definitely not from primary school: each student had their
own "office" chair and small office-type desk to sit at. There were
more than ample supplies of paper and writing instruments not just for
me, but my students; along with those, the room contained a wide
variety of other things: a sizable stack of soft mats like those used
for preschoolers to nap on, a small partitioned area for private
discussions, "lab" type workbenches and chairs, and a walk-in closet
that held all the science-type supplies I'd need (such as assorted
preserved creatures, chemicals, equipment, and so forth). I was also
assured that the room was thoroughly soundproofed to prevent external
distractions, and that any physical discomfort issues would be
corrected IMMEDIATELY by a small crew of highly-trained maintenance
people.
Essentially, I was to have a class of students that I was pretty much
free to teach anything and everything to, a secure physical
environment to do it in, and pretty much everything I needed to do it
WITH. With everything the community was doing to get me to come there,
and stay, I'd known that they had a fair chunk of money to work with.
It was when I saw the classroom and how it was supplied and equipped
that I really understood how much that was.
Knowing the how and what, I then went through the folders I'd been
given on the students I'd have.
The youngest were Kathrine Humbrecht (butter blond curly hair past her
shoulders) and Mallory Gerhart (straight white-blond hair past her
shoulders), at thirteen.
Next, at fourteen, I had Evette Tuan (Viet, I thought, with straight
black hair past her shoulders), Tenisha Elleman (Black, with braids),
Casandra O'Donnell (short curly brick-red hair), and Sharla Krulish
(straight black hair cut short).
Rounding out the class at fifteen were Darci Kirsch (slightly curly
auburn hair to her shoulders), Celia Zercher (wavy dishwater blond
hair past her shoulders), and Nawar Khan (Indian, I thought, with
straight black hair past her shoulders).
After seeing their photos, I knew that I was going to enjoy having
them in the classroom. The "plainest" of them (Kathrine and Casandra)
were simply cute; the other seven varied from "babe" (Mallory) to
"supermodel" (Nawar).
The last few days before school, I made sure and memorized what I knew
about my class as well as getting my head into "game mode". I was
being given a pretty slick job and had absolutely NO desire to lose it
-- at least, not without damn good reason.
The first day of school, I made sure to get there early. When it was
almost time for class to start (at the thankfully civilized hour of
9:00AM), I had the door to the room propped open for them. I sat on
the front edge of my desk (which would have easily fit into any CEO's
office), and greeted each by name as she came in. Once the last of
them (Casandra) showed up, I asked her to close the door behind her.
She readily did so before taking her seat. I gave them all several
minutes to chat and get their chairs adjusted while I looked them
over; all were dressed in quality variations of standard teen female
attire.
As each of them had walked to whatever desk she wanted, I'd taken the
opportunity to look her over. To my pleasant surprise, all of them
were not only fit and healthy, but had a physical development
appropriate to her age. As the youngest and taking a front row seat,
Katherine was just starting to develop her feminine curves. The fit of
the tank-top blouse she was wearing told me that her breasts were
roughly midway between halves of lemons, and oranges -- as well as
making it fairly clear that she didn't have on anything as cumbersome
as a bra. She'd also cut her hair since having her photo taken; it
only came down a little past the bottoms of her ears.
Next to her, Mallory still had her long hair, and it went down to the
middle of her back. The way she wore the jeans she'd opted for
convinced me that she had one of the finest asses on the planet, and
the polo shirt she had on molded nicely to her full bust. Rounding out
the front row was Darci (with slightly longer hair), dressed in a
blouse and skirt combination that made it clear she was female without
revealing too much (or enough, in my opinion).
Behind Katherine was Evette, whose incredibly silky tresses extended
past her tight little ass in the slacks she'd put on. The over-sized
button-front shirt she had on let me see that her bust was slightly
more developed than I would have expected. Beside her, was Casandra
who had let her russet mane get a bit longer, too. Casandra was the
most developed of the group, and dressed to show it off with a snug
skirt and snugger blouse. Last in the row was Nawar; I'd seen that her
hair went only a little past her shoulders, and that the blouse and
bluejeans she had on did a damn fine job of revealing her pleasant
curves.
The last row was Celia (only slightly less developed than Casandra)
behind Evette, then Sharla (orange sized breasts covered by a t-shirt
and an incredibly tight little ass encased in jeans), and Tenisha
(slender in her jumpsuit, but still blatantly female).
While I waited patiently for the chatter to die down, I looked at each
of their faces "live" for the first time -- and had my opinion of their
attractiveness not just confirmed, but improved.
When everyone's attention was on me, I introduced myself to them and
told them a little bit about myself. Following that, I asked each of
them to reciprocate... only in writing, on a single sheet of paper.
Before they could protest, I quickly added that it would take up too
much time if each one of them did it verbally. They reluctantly
agreed, and all nine of them quickly got started on their first
assignment.
Once all of them had finished, I collected their efforts and set them
aside before parking myself on the front of my desk again. All of them
were listening closely as I told them "I know that this is the first
time that all of you have been in a class like this: not just all
girls, but girls of different ages, and with just ONE teacher for the
whole day. If it helps any, this is the first time I've ever taught a
class like this, so it's going to be something new for me, too.
BECAUSE it's something new for all of us, there are some things that I
want to say to you."
With their full attention, I continued "First of all, there are some
things that the state says that you have to learn, like math and
science. Added to that are the things that the school thinks that I
should teach you, like grammar. Finally, there's the stuff that they
want you to find out about. I know what's in each of those little
groups, and I'm going to do my very best to make them happen. But
since this whole thing is something that none of us really has any
experience with, I'm going to need your help. I'm going to be honest
with you about what the State says, and what the school says; and what
I need your help with is that I need for you to let me know how I'm
doing. If there's something you don't understand or you're not sure
about, ask me. Really, I don't bite... not even a little bit. I promise
that I won't say or do anything to make you feel stupid or bad or
anything like that. All I want is to help you make yourself a smarter
and more educated person, so you can be or do whatever it is that you
want in life -- whether that's a doctor, an astronaut, a pilot, a wife
and mother, or anything else that would make YOU happy. Anything you
say to me will be between just you and me, unless YOU say
differently."
"I know you've probably heard this kind of speech before. What I want
you to understand is that I really mean it. Like I said: this
particular class, and the way that I'm going to be teaching you, is
something new for all of us. The last thing I want is for you to get
messed up because things got... confused. I spent a lot of time in
college just so I could become a teacher and help young people like
you be whatever it is that you dream of. If you don't understand why
you have to know about something if you're going to be, say, an
architect, I can explain it to you so it makes sense. You probably
still won't LIKE it" -- that got a small laugh from them -- "but you'll
understand."
I finished up by telling them "I'm not going to try and tell you
'trust me', or expect you to come to me with your deepest, darkest
secret right away. What I hope you'll do is pay attention not just to
what I say, but what I do, so you can see for yourself. Okay?"
They all nodded their understanding and agreement, and I went on to
get them started with the rest of the school year.
After school ended at 4:00PM, I stayed afterwards so that I could read
what they'd told me about themselves. For the most part, they were all
pretty much standard-issue American teenage girls, if from families
that had a much greater financial resources than most. Unsurprisingly,
the three with somewhat different stories were also the only
non-Caucasians. Evette was the first American-born child of a family
of refugees; her parents had still been small children when the family
managed to escape. Nawar was the oldest daughter of the third
generation of Pakistani immigrants, while Tenisha's great-grandparents
had originally come from Jamaica. For all intents and purposes, all
three were as American as the rest, I figured.

As the semester progressed, the ten of us got more and more
comfortable with each other. Although only a few of them were already
friends when school started, I was admittedly surprised at how close
they got to each other in class as the days passed. While I would have
thought that the age differences would have caused at least SOME
friction, that didn't seem to be the case; in fact, there were a few
times that one of the older girls would actually go out of her way to
help one of the younger without seeming to "talk down" to her. That
gave the youngest the courage and confidence to participate more in
the discussions they had during those subjects where I was just
supposed to "facilitate and guide" (and occasionally referee, truth be
told).
It took only a few weeks for me to realize that Kathrine was probably
the smartest of the bunch, with Tenisha a close second. On the other
hand, Casandra provided a measure of insight that the others didn't
have while Nawar had a breadth of knowledge that simply astounded me.
Once they got comfortable about the learning environment, all of them
proved to be smart and motivated.
By the time the semester ended, all of them had come to me at least a
couple of times with some question or problem. If it was a general
question about something I'd gone over in class, I'd go over it again
with everyone after telling them something along the lines of "I kind
of confused myself when I was telling you about _____, so I'd like to
go over it again to make sure it's clear". The few times that it was
something else (a conflict between two of them, or something
personal), I made sure that it looked like MY idea to call the party
or parties involved into the little "privacy room" without even a hint
about what it was about. If more than one of them was involved, I'd
start the discussion by saying that I'd noticed that something seemed
to be going on and asking them to fill me in. If it was just one, I'd
spend approximately the same amount of time individually with one or
two of the others (all of them in random order) just so none of them
would have any reason to think anything about it -- all of them could
plausibly claim that it had been just a "chat".
Something else I did was to get them more involved in the learning
process, once I got it confirmed that I had as much latitude as I
wanted. That resulted in us holding a number of different classes in
considerably less than traditional ways. Such as:
A simulation of the taxes paid by the colonies (them) to the British
(me). For the week before that lesson, they were allowed to 'buy'
Monopoly(TM) money from me with extra schoolwork. I didn't tell them what
the money was going to be used for, only that it was something that
they'd want. The day I ran the lesson, I started out by telling them
that any money they had at the end of the day could be used to buy
exemptions from future assignments; that gave them the desire to hang
onto what they'd earned. THEN I explained to them the part I was going
to play, and that if they wanted to do certain optional things, they'd
have to pay a tax. Getting up to use the pencil sharpener, for
example, would be taxed at one rate for getting out of their seat;
using the pencil sharpener would be taxed at something else.
An outdoor simulation (using Nerf(TM) guns) of the fighting styles of the
American Revolutionary army versus the British (with all of them
getting a turn on both sides to ensure the appropriate perspective);
Me acting the part of a British captain impressing American sailors
(them) into my navy for the day, subject to my "discipline" (wearing a
silly hat or wearing a shirt I provided backwards, for example);
My playing the part of a growing American population expanding
westward at the expense of the Native Americans. Darci and Tenisha
caught smallpox from the blankets I provided them (had to put on the
three heavy wool sweaters each that I'd brought in, making them hot
and itchy) on their reservation (the privacy room) while the rest were
allowed to occupy only a smaller and smaller part of the room. When
Evette and Sharla objected, they were "killed" (allowed to only sit
off to the side and watch) as renegades.
Walks through a nearby park, with each of them challenged to bring
back samples of three completely different genus for a biology lesson;
Setting a lit candle on my desk and having each of them write two
pages about it, in any format (science, poetry, short story, etc.);
The physics class that consisted of each of them making her own
vehicle of any type that would hold a small CO2 cartridge that I would
set off. Everyone but the one who's vehicle went farthest had to write
a scientific paper (drag, friction, formulas, etc) about why she
didn't win;
The health/PE class that consisted of all of us learning how to
cross-country ski.
Their final assignment for the semester, which I gave them a full week
to complete, was simple: write a paper telling me what they wanted for
an occupation, and then create some small project related to that
occupation. The paper could be any length, and the project could be
however simple or complex they wanted it to be. They had all day for
five school days to dedicate to it, with nothing else to interfere. I
was available to answer questions, but left them alone and stayed out
of their way otherwise.
What I got from them delighted me.
The shortest of the papers I got was five and a half pages; the
longest was nearly twelve.
Nawar wanted to be a nuclear engineer, and built a small model of a
nuke power plant that demonstrated how the rods controlled the
reaction -- as they were moved up and down, a small light changed
brightness. Celia was going to be an architect, and provided
surprisingly complete (I got a practicing architect to look at them)
plans for a house she'd designed. Darci was committed to being a
microbiologist, and did a short (but thorough) computer animation of
how a virus infects a cell.
Sharla had computer science in mind, and wrote a description of how a
microprocessor works that I actually understood. Casandra's goal was
to be an artist, and she presented me with an incredibly lifelike
small ceramic figure of myself. Astronomy was Tenisha's dream, and she
gave me a better history of astronomy from Galileo to present than I'd
gotten in college. I didn't doubt that Evette would become the doctor
she wanted to be when she did an exemplary job of explaining not only
how the Black Plague spread through Europe, but how it could have been
treated and prevented.
Mallory's goal was a shock: she was looking forward to a career in the
military. As evidence of her sincerity, she did a damn fine job of
laying out why a military was necessary, and under what conditions it
should be used.
The one that surprised me the most, though, was Kathrine. Having
turned 14 during the semester, she declared that she planned to get
full doctorates in no less than FOUR fields: sociology, psychology,
philosophy, and mathematics. Her project was to explain how she
thought the first three were related (well enough to convince me,
anyway), and why she'd need the math to prove it.
A few days after the semester ended, I found out that I was to get a
month's pay as a bonus. It seemed that all the parents had noticed
that their daughters were a lot more enthusiastic about going to
school; when they'd asked about it, they'd learned about some of what
I was doing as a teacher. While some of my methods were throwing them
off a little bit, there was no denying the impact. They'd continued to
pay attention to how the girls were doing, and were both pleased and
impressed with the progress they'd made -- enough so to contact the
school administration and praise me. While the school didn't normally
give bonuses except in certain specific cases, the fact that ALL of
the parents of the girls in my class had thought to say something was
sufficiently unique to justify it.

During the break between semesters, my mind was occupied a lot of the
time by something that had happened during the fall: voters in our
state had passed a ballot initiative mandating that all schools should
include a certain amount of time to specifically teach sex education.
While the school administration and community didn't have any problems
with it, I certainly did: granted that the girls in my class were more
than passably attractive and certainly nubile enough, I wasn't real
wild about the idea of me, a grown man, teaching them sex ed -- I
simply figured that a female would do a better job of it by being able
to address the questions that I expected would come up. To ensure that
I had some kind of "paper trail", I sent an email to the school
administration asking if everyone involved had really given full
though to the idea of ME teaching a classroom of teenage girls that
particular subject.
The response I got was that the parents and administration were both
fully aware of my particular situation, and didn't have any problem
with it. I followed up by asking if the school had any particular
materials they wanted me to use in place of my usual informal teaching
methods. The head administrator himself answered, saying that he
understood my concerns and that my questions were evidence to him of
my honesty and integrity -- but that he'd already checked with the
parents of my girls, and they had all expressed confidence in me and
my teaching style and trusted me to act in a manner "appropriate to
the situation", whatever it might be.
While I didn't have any designs on any of the girls, I was all too
aware of the possibility that I'd be subjected to questions that their
parents wouldn't think their daughters would ask; and that those
parents might not fully appreciate the answers I'd give. But with the
emails I'd sent and the answers I'd gotten, I had to figure that I had
my ass covered if there were any problems.
All that was left for me to do (!!) was to try and figure out how to
teach the subject not just to a group of young girls, but ones of such
varying ages. I spent a lot of time doing various kinds of research
until I had a fairly good grasp on what would be appropriate. From
there, it was a lot easier pulling together materials to teach with
(and, quite frankly, refresh my own knowledge on some of the subjects
that I didn't have any working knowledge of -- such as the details of
what was actually involved in a menstrual cycle, for example). Even
so, I still wasn't looking forward to it.
When school started up again, class picked up again pretty much where
we'd left off. We not only quickly regained the level of comfort and
familiarity that we'd had the previous semester, we easily went on to
even greater levels of trust in and respect for each other. I found
out that the girls knew I'd gotten a bonus (though not how much)
because of what their parents had done, and I made it a point to thank
all of them... not just as a group, but individually, as well. Each of
them was embarrassed by it, but I could tell that they were pleased,
too.
Knowing that I was going to have to teach the Sex Ed class sooner or
later anyway, I decided to take care of it early in the semester and
be done with it.
I wasn't going to just drop the subject on them out of nowhere,
however. A couple of weeks into the semester, we were at a point in
biology that made it reasonable to include sex ed. I told the girls
that we'd be covering sex education the next day; that proclamation
was met with a resounding silence that didn't help my frame of mind.
Still, I managed to pull together whatever courage and equanimity I
could muster the next day, and resolutely went through the materials
that I'd prepared. As best I could, I kept my demeanor and voice as
normal as possible; I got a few questions along the way, and answered
them appropriately. By the time I was done, I was both relieved it was
over, and confident that I'd done a proper job of explaining the human
reproductive process.
Smiling at how much easier it had gone than I'd thought it would, I
didn't hesitate to tell Casandra to go ahead when she raised her hand
to indicate she had a question.
Looking directly into my eyes, she wanted to know "Why is that called
'sex education' when it didn't hardly say anything about sex? I mean,
sure, you explained to us about sperm cells and eggs, but we knew that
from regular biology. You showed us a few drawings of what guys have,
and what's inside US, but you jumped right over the part between guy
stuff and how a baby gets started -- the actual sex part, I mean."
I could feel my smile slipping as Darci chimed in with "Yeah. My mom
talks and acts like she's SO hip and cool and relaxed and everything,
but when she talked to me about this stuff, all she really did was
tell me about how my body was going to be changing and how I was going
to start having periods. Neither of my folks has ever actually talked
to me about sex. They're so crazy about me maybe seeing anything about
it or seeing naked guys that they keep our computer in the living room
and put some kind of goofy software on it that won't let me look at
anything, anyway. I'm supposed to be 'careful' about sex, but they
won't let me learn what it is that I'm supposed to be careful about! I
can't ask THEM anything about it, and it seems like they do everything
they can to keep me from finding out anything anyplace else, either.
It's so stupid!"
That was followed by a chorus of agreements that quickly turned into
the lot of them simultaneously exchanging horror stories about their
parents attitudes.
I was still trying to figure out what the hell I could or should do
when there was a lull in the noise and Tenisha clearly asked "Mister
Thompson, would YOU actually talk to us about sex? And answer our
questions and stuff?"
The rest of them quickly and loudly chimed in that they'd like that,
too, much to my distress.
As much trouble as I'd had getting things that far, I was horrified by
the prospect of an open-ended discussion and the questions I just knew
they'd have. But I was too dedicated to the idea of teaching them that
I couldn't find it in myself to break the bonds that we'd developed.
So what I did instead was to try and foist the bad guy role onto
someone else by telling them "I could, except for a couple of things.
First, if you don't think you can talk to your folks about this stuff,
then I don't know how happy they'd be about you talking to ME about
it. Second, I don't know if the school would be okay with it, either.
If I understand what you want, we'd be talking fairly explicitly about
some pretty intimate and personal things."
To my relief, that shut them down; to my dismay, that lasted only a
few seconds before Celia asked "If it's okay with our parents and the
school, you'll do it?"
Somehow managing to keep my voice calm and level, I answered "IF all
your parents AND the school both approve, yes." I added that bit about
all the parents having to check off on it to raise the bar as high as
I could... hopefully, out of reach.
Seeing the looks they gave each other, I didn't have a doubt in the
world that they were going to at least TRY; I was comforted by the
certainty that somebody with some sense would say "no", getting me out
of this mess. With the subject of sex ed apparently dealt with, it was
on to other things for the rest of the day.
It was when I got home the following day that I found out how much of
a dumbass I was.
In my email inbox I had a message from every girls parents. Though the
wording on each was different, all the parents messages boiled down to
"Thank you for getting us off the hook. You have our permission to
actually address the subject of SEX with our daughter." I'd barely
recovered from the shock of that when I got a call from the head
administrator. He explained that all the parents had contacted him
that day about the situation, and let him know that the idea had
originated with the girls, not me. They'd also made it quite clear
that they not only welcomed the idea, but gone on to emphasize that
they were still okay with me "addressing any issues that might come up
in whatever manner I considered appropriate". He went on to say that
he was sending me an actual letter, signed by him, making it clear and
plain that I was being given carte blanche to deal with the situation
not just by him, but the girls parents. He finished by saying he and
the parents fully understood what they were saying, and that he'd
understand if I wanted to wait until I had the letter in hand before
proceeding.
I thanked him for his trust and confidence, and that ended the call.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK!
Okay, maybe a bad choice of words. But I still felt like I'd left the
frying pan, but not just for the fire, but a bottomless pit of molten
lava. Didn't any of these people have any sense or limitations!? Shit!
After trying to drown my sorrows with a six-pack of beer, I realized
that there was a very real possibility that the administrator hadn't
been pulling a practical joke on me and that I might actually have to
follow through on my promise to the girls. Fuck.
While holding out the hope that something would happen to give me an
"out" (like, say, a massive coronary or being abducted by aliens), I
tried to figure out what I needed to do. Remembering what Darci had
said, I figured I'd better get together some pictures of naked guys.
Being a committed heterosexual, I didn't have any immediately
available; I wasn't looking forward to hunting down anything
appropriate on the Internet, but knew that was what I'd have to do.
Then it occurred to me that I should probably cover all the bases and
include a variety of ages ... as well as circumcised and not, and
varying degrees of arousal. Oh, joy. When I finally realized that if I
was going to show guys, I should probably show girls, too, I felt a
little better; THAT search could be stretched to make up for the other
one...
Still, even after a full six pack of beer, I had trouble getting to
sleep that night.
The next day I told the girls what I figured they already knew: that
I'd gotten all the permissions I needed to be able to actually talk to
them about sex the way THEY wanted me to. Their considerable
enthusiasm was only slightly tempered by my adding that it would be a
couple of days before it could actually happen.
That evening, I didn't let myself put off the task of finding the
kinds of male pictures that I was after. Although it wasn't as bad as
it could have been, it was still a far cry from anything I'd have done
under any other circumstances.
When I got home the next day, I found that I'd received the letter the
administrator had said he was sending and that it really did grant me
open-ended permission. My search for some appropriate female pictures
that evening wasn't anywhere near as bad as the previous nights
efforts had been.
With the materials I figured I'd need in my briefcase, I waited until
after lunch to let the girls know that it was okay for us to have our
"talk". Knowing what I was referring to, only a moment passed before
Sharla spoke up, saying "From what my mom told me, and the other stuff
I've heard about and read, I really only have a kinda-sorta idea of
what sex even is. I think it would help if we all had some kind of
definition or something so we were all starting from the same place
and talking about the same things", with a faint blush.
I considered it for a few moments before answering "I suppose the
broadest definition would be any activity that contributes to the
stimulation of the desire to engage in reproductive activity." After
letting them consider that for a few seconds, I went on to tell them
"Note that there's nothing in there about actually including the sex
organs, or specifying what that 'activity' might be. That means that
'sex' can include anything from just thinking about it to actually
making babies. I know that's a pretty broad definition, but that's
about what it has to be to include all the different things that
people do. I expect you'll learn soon enough that I'm right about
that."
I could see the provisional acceptance of that in all their faces
before Mallory hesitantly suggested "Maybe we should start with the
basic part. You know, something simple, like making babies."
The rest of them nodded their agreement, and Kathrine was the one to
say "We know that the male's sperm has to get together with the
female's egg, but I don't think any of us know exactly how that
happens. Could you explain how it works?"
Knowing that I was going to have to deal with some variation of that
question didn't make me any happier on actually hearing it.
But rather than just start in with the Tab A into Slot B part, I opted
to tell them "I can, and I will. But there are some things that you
need to know and think about before that." Making sure I still had
their attention, I went on to use the large diagram I had of female
innards to expand on the sperm meets egg bit by pointing out where the
two were most likely to meet up and then working backwards/out from
there. As I did, I continued to emphasize that it took only a single
sperm cell to find the egg for a baby to get started; I was setting
the stage for them to understand the importance of thinking ahead and
being prepared when (not if) they started getting involved with guys.
With that accomplished, I finally addressed the questions from Mallory
and Kathrine -- but only in the most basic "penis goes here and
releases sperm cells" fashion. While I was doing all that, I also had
the male diagram on display, as well. I deliberately didn't address
what state the male penis had to be in; if I was going to have to talk
to them about the actual sex act, they were going to have to make the
first move and outright ask me.
I suspected that my ploy wasn't going to work when I saw Sharla's eyes
moving between the male and female diagrams; a few moments later she
asked "Um... are both of those diagrams the same size? I mean, to the
same scale?"
I assured her that they were, and she then wanted to know "Then how
does the end of a guys penis get far enough into the girl that he can
leave his semen closer to her cervix, like you said? That penis
doesn't look long enough to do what you said; and I've see boys --
little ones, I mean -- and their penises were, um, pretty soft and
floppy. I know that I'm kind of small inside, so I don't understand
how that happens", finishing with a faint blush.
"It happens because when a guy becomes sexually aroused, his penis not
only gets larger, but harder. Generally speaking, it will get anywhere
from half again to twice as long as normal, and anything from three to
four times as big around. When a guy IS aroused like that, it's
politely called 'fully erect'; if he's somewhere between, it's said to
be 'semi-erect'."
Tenisha stuck her hand up in the air so she could ask "How, uh, big is
an erect penis?"
"The average size is a bit over six inches long and something over an
inch across -- but that's the average. That's a lot like the average
bra size is 34-B, but we've all seen that there can be some that are a
lot smaller or larger."
"What... what makes a guys penis bigger like that?", Mallory wanted to know.
I couldn't help laughing before I told them "When he's young, and not
far into puberty, it can be darn near anything -- even breathing. Once
he's a little older, though, it takes something he finds sexually
stimulating to get things going for him. I expect that it's a lot like
what all of you have experienced: there are times when you feel a
certain way, but if nothing happens about it, it goes away sooner or
later."
To my surprise (and amusement) all nine of them blushed slightly at
the suggestion that they felt "a certain way" at times. Several
seconds passed before Kathrine wanted to know "Um... what kinds of stuff
makes a guy, you know, um, excited?"
I had the complete and total attention of all of them as I answered
"Normally, it's one of just a few things. It might be just the sight
of a girl, naked or not, that he finds appealing. Or it could be from
seeing a particular part of a woman's body that he favors; that's
usually her breasts or butt, but could be something else. MOST guys
are pretty much mostly stimulated by what they see, but smell, touch,
and sound are part of it, too. And by touch, I mean the guy doing the
touching; being touched sexually by a girl works on almost all guys."
"You said normally it's one of a few things. What else can it be?", Nawar asked.
Sighing, I answered "I had hoped to deal with this later, but since
you asked..." After getting things organized in my mind, I continued "I
need you to understand that none of the things that I tell you about
are automatically bad or wrong or anything like that. Speaking ONLY
for myself, I think that the only things that people can do that are
'wrong' is forcing or deceiving someone into doing or experiencing
something they don't want to. If the people involved know what's
involved and are willing to participate in something, then the
morality of whatever they might be involved in is entirely up to
them."
With that said, I went on to tell them about some of the things that I
was aware of; by the time I was finished, every last one of them had
an expression that made it clear that nothing I'd mentioned appealed
to them. A few seconds passed before Darci wanted to know "You mean
people actually DO stuff like that? Because it makes them excited?"
"Yes, they do. Some of them, like the latex or leather or shoes ones
are more common than you might think. That's not to say that there all
THAT many people like that, only that it isn't that UNusual. Also,
remember that even for those fetishes it isn't a case of all or
nothing: at one end, there are the people that it simply adds to what
they're already feeling. At the other extreme, there are those that
can ONLY be satisfied with whatever their fetish is."
"And you don't think any of that stuff is wrong?", Casandra wanted to
know. "I sure do!"
"For me, yeah, all of it is wrong -- but ONLY for me. I'm only in
charge of myself, and I don't have any need or desire to try and tell
someone else what they should do, or be in charge of THEIR life.
That's something that I think is one of the most fundamental of rights
and responsibilities."
"What do you mean?", she wanted to know.
"If I want to claim the RIGHT to make my own choices for my own
reasons without interference, then I also have the RESPONSIBILITY to
not interfere with the choices that someone else has made. Just about
every right that you can imagine has a corresponding responsibility,
if you'll think about it. Between now and tomorrow morning, I want
each of you to think of five things in your lives that you have a
'right' to. Tomorrow morning, you're going to do a single page on what
those rights are -- and what the corresponding responsibility is."
That last part earned me a few groans before Sharla quipped "Great...
Civics homework in the middle of sex ed!", making all of us laugh.
A somewhat embarrassed Evette wanted to know "Okay, I understand the
making babies kind of sex. But I, uh, I've heard of other stuff, too,
like oral sex. Is that really what it sounds like?"
What followed turned into a discussion that started with a broad
definition of oral sex and gradually included anal sex, solo
masturbation, mutual masturbation, kissing (basic and advanced),
general and specific touches and touching, birth control (from
abstinence to sterilization), sexuality versus sensuality, sexual
orientation, sexual attitudes, and sex appeal. Along the way, I
provided them with the pictures that I'd gathered (while explicit,
none of them showed the sex act itself -- and I got them all back just
to cover my ass). I also took whatever chances I got to touch on the
"one sperm cell plus one egg equals three people" risks. While all of
this was going on, I was doing the kind of teaching that I liked and
was supposed to: giving them basic information, and then helping them
discuss it with me and each other. If they started to get bogged down
(whether from a disagreement on some point or a particular subject),
I'd toss something into the conversation to get them rolling again. I
was able to call an end to it -- nearly three hours later -- only by
pointing out that the school day was over and that we could continue
after they'd had a few days to think about everything.
I was actually feeling somewhat pleased with myself afterwards for
having been fully prepared, and getting through all of it relatively
unscathed.
Several times over the next few weeks, we got into additional
(thankfully shorter) discussions on the subject as the girls thought
of (or got the courage to ask) additional questions. The confidence
I'd gotten from the first class was bolstered by my ability to deal
with the follow-on queries.
As it turned out, that just left me all the more vulnerable and
figuratively exposed when I was jack-lighted like a deer by a question
from Darci.
We were nearly finished with a relatively benign conversation about
physical desires and what could or should be done about them when
Darci spoke up.
"Mister Thompson, we've talked about this stuff... you know, being
sexually aroused and that there's nothing wrong with, um, taking care
of it ourselves -- but there's something I've noticed."
Dumbass me, I just had to ask "What's that?"
"Almost all of what we've talked about has been girls, or girls and
guys. We've never, ever talked about just guys and what happens with
them. Are we going to cover that stuff, too?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we've covered a lot of stuff about girls, and I can understand
that 'cause that's what we are. But we don't know hardly anything
about guys! When you were telling us how things change in our bodies
when we get excited, we knew what you were talking about because we
had experience with it happening to us; and the pictures you let us
look at the first time made me feel better that my, uh, stuff wasn't
weird or anything. That's nice and everything, except that we don't
know as much of the same kinds of stuff about GUYS! I mean, we've
kinda seen that guys can look different, and how they change when they
have an erection -- but we don't have anything to compare it to like we
do about the girl things. And we've talked about ejaculations, and
sperm cells and semen, but none of US has any idea what that's all
about! So I just want to know if we'll get to really find out about
that stuff, too."
All of them were looking at me closely, and none of their expressions
changed when she was done; I can only figure that the blood rushing to
my face in embarrassment was countered by the blood draining out in my
horror at what she was suggesting.
Despite the tendency of my mind to run around in circles and gibber, I
managed to maintain enough presence to try and talk my way out of it...
and quickly learned that I couldn't. The need for an actual guy was
countered by the fact that I met that criteria. That I was an adult
male and their teacher drew the observation that I would be as good of
an example as anyone -- and wasn't that what they wanted: for me to
teach them?
My explanation that whoever it was (I wasn't about to concede any
involvement by ME!) would need some kind of stimulation got a
declaration from Darci that she, at least, was willing to provide it
visually (Casandra, Nawar, Mallory, and Evette nodded in apparent
willingness, too). Questioning whether or not they really wanted to
see the process resulted in a chorus of affirmations. It was when I
tried my last argument that any such activity might not meet with
their parents approval that I learned they were all aware that I'd
been given blanket authority and permission to do whatever I needed to
educate them on the subject.
Several more escapes were tried, only have each of them neatly
blocked. I finally had to concede that the only option that seemed to
be available to me was to do as they asked.
When I couldn't think of anything else to try, I still waited a couple
of minutes to see if they'd have mercy on me and call it off; they
didn't, and I finally told them "Well, if that's what it takes, then I
guess I'll do it." When I saw the delighted expressions on their
faces, though, I quickly told them "But I'm going to need a couple of
days to figure this all out and get myself psyched up for it.
Remember, I'm not some young kid that gets an erection any time he
wants one -- I'm going to have to have some stimulation to get erect.
I'll also have have to masturbate so you'll be able to see what
happens when a guy ejaculates, and find out about semen; and I have to
decide how that can happen without making any kind of mess. So just
settle down and give me a little space, here, would you?"
Hearing that, they realized that they were asking me to do something
(essentially) in public that they'd only ever done in private. That
sobered them up quite a bit, and all of them solemnly nodded their
heads in understanding and agreement... which did absolutely nothing to
help MY frame of mind.
On that happy note, I shifted over into another subject. For the rest
of that day, and all of the next two, not a single one of them did or
said anything about the special lesson I was going to give them. Not
that I didn't know it was very much in their minds (likely as much as
it was on mine!), just that they were considerate enough to give me
the space I'd asked for. The third day, I told them that I'd gotten
things worked out and that we'd have the lesson that they wanted the
following afternoon. Much to my relief, they all managed to constrain
their happiness at the news.
Of course, trying to teach them anything after lunch the next day was
a complete waste of time; but that was okay, since all I wanted to do
was waste time until late in the afternoon. What I planned was to use
the last hour of the school day for the "demonstration": I wanted to
keep the question-and-answer session afterwards as short as possible.
It finally (and too damn soon!) got to be time. I set up a small
lash-up of a couple pieces of wire and a piece of clear plastic from a
dry-cleaning bag on one side of my desk before standing in front of it
and telling them "Okay, it's time -- if you're still sure this is what
you want." I figured it was probably a waste of time, but I had to at
least try.
All of them nodded that they were sure, and I told them "Okay, then.
I'm going to go in the back and get undressed; then I'll come up here
where I am now so all of you can see. When the time comes, I'll turn
toward this" -- I gestured toward the cum-catcher I'd rigged -- "so you
can get a better idea of what happens. After I'm done, I'll go back to
get dressed again, and you can use that time to learn whatever you
want to about semen. Okay?"
After another round of nods, I went back to the private area.
Once I'd shed my clothing, I stepped out of the protection of the
privacy area -- and saw that Darci had followed up on her vow that she
was willing to provide any necessary visual stimulation by taking off
all of her clothes, leaving them neatly piled on her chair. As had
Nawar, Casandra, Evette, and Mallory... and the rest of them, as well.
All nine of them were stark naked and standing propped up against the
front edges of their desks as I made my way back to the front of the
classroom. When I got there, nine pairs of eyes were focused on an
area somewhere between my navel and knees; at least up to the time
that I cleared my throat. All of them jumped a little, then blushed
when they looked into my face, knowing that I knew where they'd been
looking. Before I could say anything, though, Sharla told me "We, um...
we all figured that if you were going to have to be naked, then it was
only fair that all of us are, too."
To that, Casandra added "We've all gotten to be friends, and all of us
have spent the night at each other's houses and everything. So we
decided that if you were going to touch yourself for us, we're going
to touch ourselves for you."
Hearing that, I could feel my cock twitch... and nine pairs of eyes
immediately locked onto it again. While they were checking ME out, I
was looking them over, too.
Katherine had pear-shaped breasts that looked to be roughly enough
that I could cover one with my hand; each sported a dark pink areola
about the size of a quarter surrounding a small nubbin of a nipple.
Between her thighs, she had a small, sparse patch of dark pubic hair.
Mallory's bust was a trifle larger and more rounded, with areolas and
nipples that were only marginally darker than her skin; her mound
sported a narrow vee of short straight hair that was as pale as what
was on her head. Darci was showing me that she had breasts about the
sizes of tangerine halves, capped with slightly puffy quarter-diameter
areolas that were pale pink -- and nipples that stuck out rather
prominently. At the apex of her thighs, she had a dense patch of dark
curly hair.
Evette's smooth body accentuated the conical shape of her
more-than-a-handful sized breasts. At the peak of each was a small
chocolate-brown areola just barely larger than her nipples. Her lower
belly had a small wedge of long, sparse dark hair. For her part,
Casandra had no reason to worry about being naked: the healthy pink of
her skin only accentuated her medium-sized rosy pink areolas and
nipples on the grapefruit halves of her breasts; her pubic thatch was
the same shade as what was on her head, thick and curly. Nawar damn
near left me breathless... the pale tan expanse of flesh revealed to me
was highlighted by the mounds of her breasts; they'd over-fill my
cupped hands, and were crowned with dark tan nipples centered in
areolas the size of a fingernail. Between her legs, she had a small
patch of dark, thick hair that looked luxuriously soft.
Tenisha's slender chocolate-colored body had a velvety look that I
wished I could check out first-hand. Her breasts were roughly the same
size as Mallory's, but were more rounded; each had a small dark
volcano at it's peak. Her mons featured a short, wide vee that was
black and short. Sharla's full bust featured pale brown areolas that
were about the size of a thumbnail with a short, wide nipple neatly
centered in each. Farther down, her thighs neatly bracketed a long,
narrow delta of thick, black straight hair. Last of all was Celia: not
quite as buxom as Casandra, her breasts were more rounded and
displayed a pair of tan nipples in areolas the size of half-dollars.
Her dark blond bush was long, thick, and larger than the others.
Though all of them were in different stages of development, each was
nicely curved at waist and hips; and as I'd thought on first seeing
them, all were in good physical condition. There wasn't a blemish,
birthmark, or anything else to mar the samples of female flesh on
display. I'd been aware of their attractiveness before, but only in an
abstract kind of way... much like I'd appreciate anything of a "can't
touch" nature, like a sunset or bit of scenery; and my only interest
in them had been as individuals in a classroom with me. The limited
attention I'd paid to their femaleness was as it regarded my
employment as a teacher: to not do or say anything to put my
employment or freedom at risk.
But standing stark naked in front of them, with the lot of them
equally exposed to ME, it really hit me that they were all attractive
and nubile girls on their way to becoming women. It also finally
registered in my feeble little mind that not only did I have a blank
check to do whatever they wanted me to, but that the girls themselves
were apparently making it clear that they would welcome my involvement
with them. No, they hadn't declared any wish for an orgy or mass
exercise in groping and fondling; but it seemed plain enough that I
didn't have to worry about joining in at whatever level of intimacy
that they wanted us to share. Since I hadn't managed to get another
girlfriend since I started teaching, the prospect of a physical
relationship with one or more of them held a distinct appeal.
So when I looked at each of them again in that new light, it was with
a more direct and personal interest. And with the understanding that
it was actually within the realm of possibility that I'd be able to
sample at least some of their charms, I felt my cock begin to grow in
response.
As that happened, I saw a couple pairs of nipples start to erect --
which only prodded me to react even more. In turn, that was enough to
get those on the first two girls (Darci and Sharla) to become longer
and harder; my increasing reaction also began to impact Cassandra,
Nawar, and Kathrine, and the visual feedback they provided furthered
my arousal. Over the course of the next few minutes, the ten of us
went back and forth that way... them steadily becoming more and more
obviously aroused at the sight of my penis getting longer and harder,
and their reactions giving ME the stimulus to advance the process.
I was almost fully erect when I began to detect the faint scent of
aroused female; with that heady aroma to add to my arousal, I finally
had to take hold of my cock and begin stroking myself. When I did, I
heard a soft moan from Darci.
After the few seconds it took to get my cock fully erect, Darci moved
to sit on her desk and scoot herself back before bringing her feet up
to rest on it, too. She lifted her eyes to look right into my face as
she slowly spread her legs to expose the cleft between her smooth
thighs. Sliding her hand to her pelvis, she used her fingers to spread
her labia to show me that the area between them was visibly damp -- and
that her clitoris was starting to make an appearance.
Over the next couple of minutes, all the rest of them got similarly
situated. The sight they presented was both incredibly stimulating and
stunningly erotic; if I'd let myself, I could easily have gotten
myself off in a matter of just a couple of minutes.
Instead, I deliberately took my time so that I could really enjoy the
experience of having no less than nine nubile teens not only getting
more and more aroused by looking at me stroking my hard cock, but
choosing to pleasure themselves in front of me. The faint scent of
fresh, young pussy that I'd noticed before steadily grew stronger and
stronger as each girls hand stayed busy between her thighs. As I
continued to slide my hand up and down my erection, I took the
opportunity to watch each of them until she looked into my face; when
she did, I smiled to her to let her know that I appreciated and
enjoyed what she was doing for me. My only disappointment was that I
could only see the girls in the front row clearly.
It suddenly dawned on me that if they were that interested in seeing
my erect penis and watching me masturbate, and willing to let me see
them doing the same in return, then there simply couldn't be any
reason that I had to remain at the front of the class -- that I could
move around so that not only could each of them get a clearer view of
what I was doing, I could get a better and closer look at THEM.
Moments later, I was putting my plan into action, starting with
Kathrine. Other than her eyes getting big for a couple of seconds when
I moved in front of her, she didn't have any overt reaction. I
surreptitiously checked the time when I stopped in front of her, and
again when I was done looking her over. I did the same when I moved to
stand before Mallory, and was able to match the elapsed time to within
a couple of seconds; then it was on to Darci, and the rest of them.
While I was moving among them, I was careful to keep my hand moving at
a steady pace to preclude any chance of one of them thinking or
claiming that I found her more attractive or sexier than the others.
By the time I was back at the front of the class and resting against
my desk, I'd done my best to memorize the sight of each and my mind
was full of the various sights of them.
Looking at all of them pleasuring themselves with the aroma of aroused
female thick in the air, I finally gave myself over to finding my
release... but slowly. As I gradually let my hand move more and more
quickly, I continued to look from one to the other of them and imagine
what it would be like to be intimate with her -- the soft smoothness of
her skin, what her breasts and nipples and pubis would feel like, how
she might taste if I was lucky enough to get to bury my nose in her
muff...
I'd brought myself to the edge and was holding myself there to
intensify my pleasure when I heard one of them (I think it was Celia)
softly cry out with the beginning of her climax. That was all it took
to push ME over the edge, as well, and I somehow managed to turn
toward the shield I'd fabricated and angle my cock at it just ahead of
the first spurt of cum erupting from me. A second later, I heard as
two more girls began to orgasm in response. By the time I finished
emptying myself, I'd heard several cries that told me most (if not
all) of them had found their release, too.
Once I'd recovered from the intensity of my climax, I used a couple of
tissues from the box on my desk to wipe the end of my cock off before
standing up. Taking a moment to look all of them over, I saw that all
of them were somewhat stunned by what they'd just witnessed. After
telling them "I'll go in the back now, and get dressed. I'll give you
a few minutes to learn about semen, then I'll be back to answer a few
questions before school ends for the day."
A couple of them managed to nod at me absently in acknowledgment, and
I calmly did what I'd said I would.
I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that it took me a lot less
time to get my clothes back on than it had to get them off; that meant
that I was ready to leave the privacy area much sooner than I'd
expected. Thinking (hoping) that they'd gleaned whatever information
they were after about my cum, I peeked out -- only to see that they
were all gathered around the cum-catcher, and still naked. As I
watched, Darci, then Nawar and Casandra stuck a hand out and collected
a small sample of cum to rub between their finger and thumb. The rest
of them quickly did the same, and all spent a few seconds testing my
semen for various characteristics. What shocked me, though, was when
Darci and Nawar both stuck their fingers in their mouths to find out
what it tasted like. Darci's expression suggested that she was
indifferent to it, but Nawar's smile told me that she liked it. A few
moments of quiet (but obviously intense) discussion among them
followed before the rest tried it, too. Only Mallory seemed to find
the taste outright unpleasant; the rest seemed indifferent to mildly
pleased. After that, I saw them start to break up and quickly pulled
my head out of sight again. I gave it a couple of minutes before
inquiring if they were ready, and waited a few more after Sharla told
me they weren't. Another check with them, and it was okay for me to
make my reappearance.
When I was back in front of my desk, I casually collapsed the rig I'd
built and carefully compressed it before dropping it in the trash can
(which I'd empty myself, later). Seated on the front of my desk, I
asked "Now that we're done, what do you want to know about what just
happened?"
First to speak up was Tenisha, who wanted to know "Does... does it
always come out that hard, and is there always that much of it?"
Pretending that I was talking about someone else entirely seemed to
help as I answered "No, and no -- at least for me. It's been a while
since I've had sex, and all of you were quite... helpful" -- all of them
but Tenisha visibly blushed -- "so that was stronger than usual. But I
don't think that 'normal' would be all THAT much different, either."
The conversation was threatened with being sidetracked when Celia
asked "Why has it been so long since you had sex?"
All of them were listening closely as I answered "I'm still kind of
new here, and this isn't all that big of a community, so it's taking a
while for me to find someone. Next question about what happened?"
Several more questions followed, and I had to try and explain a number
of different aspects of what I'd done, and why. I managed to lie to
myself outrageously, and somehow succeeded in maintaining my
equanimity until class ended.
Several days passed before there was any talk about anything even
remotely sexual. My string of good luck was broken when, from out of
nowhere, Kathrine observed "The other day... you know, when we learned
about ejaculations... all of us got to see what a penis and erection
look like; and you were even nice enough to come around to all of us
so we could see it better after you were hard. But I don't feel like I
really know that much more than I did before. We all know what happens
with US when we start to get excited like that; I mean, it's us and we
can look closer and touch and smell and all that. We didn't get to do
anything like that when it was you, though."
Right after that, Sharla added "And you've only told us a little bit
about what oral sex is -- basically, just that it's when one person
uses their mouth and tongue to stimulate the other person's genitals.
You haven't said anything about HOW that stimulation happens, and...
and... I, uh, I'd kinda like to know. You know, in case."
What they were trying to get at couldn't have been any more obvious if
they'd used a P.A. system and flashing lights. While I'd have been
aghast at the idea not so long before, my revelation during the
"ejaculation class" had changed my attitude considerably: rather than
fighting tooth and nail against what they seemed to be proposing, I
was thinking more about how and when it might happen. Still, I didn't
forget that my blanket permission only covered the things that THEY
brought up and initiated.
To both make sure that I was interpreting their unspoken desires
correctly, and to put to rest the little bit of concern I felt about
the matter, I looked all of them over for a few seconds before asking
"Did you have something in mind that you wanted to do, then?"
Casandra was the one to tell me "We were, um, thinking that maybe you
could, you know, let us learn about guy stuff with you, and maybe, um,
the, uh, oral sex part, too."
"What do you mean 'learn about'? Is there something specific you want
to happen?"
Casandra blushed slightly as she answered "We were wondering if it
would be okay if... if we learned about guy stuff -- your penis and
stuff, I mean -- with you. Using your stuff, I mean... touching and all
that."
"And what about the oral sex part?", I asked.
Nawar took over then, saying "We'd like it if we could hear about it,
first. You know, descriptions of who does what, and a little bit of
how. Then if we could have some time before anything like that could
happen, so we can think about it and decide what each of us wants to
find out. We'd want to do that part of it with you, too, if we can."
I waited several seconds before I replied "So if I understand this
correctly, you want to be able to look at and touch my genitals, and
possibly learn about some parts of oral sex with me. Is this something
that all of you want?"
Nine heads solemnly nodded. I let several more seconds pass before
asking "I'm a little confused, here. On the guy stuff part, would it
be just you touching me? For the oral sex things, I understand that
all of you might not want to do the same ones; but what I'm not sure
of is whether it would be you doing things to me, me doing things to
you, or both. And you haven't said whether or not any of us would be
nude, or when."
The nine of them shared looks with each other before Darci told me "If
you wanted to touch some of us, it would be okay; any of us that
doesn't want that won't go where you can touch them. The, uh, oral sex
part would, um, be both, probably. We already figured that it should
be with everybody naked the whole time."
While it certainly sounded like fun, and appealing as hell, I still
thought about it for a bit. As I did, I looked at each one of them to
see if I could tell if she was actively interested in what they were
after, or simply going along. In every case, the girl that I looked at
made it clear to me that she was a willing member of the group. The
only fear or concern that I could detect seemed to be that I might
turn them down.
By the time I'd confirmed their willingness and certainly, I'd thought
of something that would simply things. Looking them over again, I told
them "If you're really sure you want to try those things, then we can.
There are a couple of things I'd like you to think about, though. To
make it easier and so that everybody gets a fair turn, it might be
better if both of them happened at the same time."
In response to their questioning looks, I continued "What I mean is
that each of you can have a turn learning about my guy stuff, and if
you want to, use it as a chance to learn how to give oral sex to a
guy; while you're doing that, I can be helping one of you learn what
it's like to receive oral sex. That way each of you gets your own time
that's yours to do how much of whatever you want. The rest of you can
watch, or do anything else as long as you're not doing anything to get
in the way of the ones I'm with." They thought about that for a bit,
and after I saw they understood, I went on to tell them "If you want,
I'll be glad to help you have climaxes from the oral sex; but whether
I do that or not is up to each of you. What I'm going to need from
each of you is that you stop whatever you're doing if I ask you to.
I'd like to have a climax, too, at the end, but not before. I'll
explain why when we talk about oral sex."
Though unsure about why I'd want to NOT have climaxes confused them
somewhat, they all voiced their understanding and agreement.
The last thing I wanted to know was "Did you have any particular day
that you wanted the learning part to happen, or do you want me to take
care of that part?"
Casandra spoke up again, telling me "Whenever you think would be the
right time is okay with us."
"Okay, how about if we have the talk the day after tomorrow, and the
lesson the day after that? If that might be a problem for one of you,
let me know. I don't need to know who or why, just that it needs to be
later. Okay?"
None of them changed expression in the slightest at the suggestion
that I'd reschedule things if one of them was, or might be, having her
period that day. Instead, they all voiced their approval of the plan
and schedule before thanking me.
On the designated day, we had the "discussion" part of the lesson. I
led off by explaining to them the physical limits of the human male
regarding erections and climaxes. With the lot of them understanding
why I'd need them to stop what they were doing at times, it was on to
a somewhat detailed descriptions of what could be done by the parties
involved during oral sex. I finished up by telling them "Remember, the
idea behind oral sex isn't so much to make yourself happy right away
as it is to bring pleasure to the OTHER person. If you do that,
they'll want to do the same for you. Maybe you're not sure about some
of what we've talked about, and that's fine. What I'd like to ASK you
to do is think about those things, and whether or not they're things
you really truly don't want to do, or if you're just afraid or nervous
or don't know. If you positively don't want to do them ever, then
don't -- for me or anyone else. Otherwise, I would suggest that you at
least give them a fair try so you can really know why you don't want
to do them. You haven't said anything to me about who's going to start
or who's going to finish with me, and that doesn't really matter to
me. I just want to tell you that there's something whoever is going to
be last should be aware of: if you're going to help me have a climax,
you should probably decide ahead of time how you want that to happen.
You've all seen what happens when a guy climaxes, or ejaculates; so
whichever one of you is last should decide if she wants to let me
climax just in her hand, or if she wants it to be while she's giving
me oral sex so that it happens in her mouth. If she just wants it to
be in her hand, then I promise that I'll let her know BEFORE it
happens. Okay?"
I saw several of them get thoughtful at the prospect of having a
choice of how and where I climaxed, and all of them said that they
understood and agreed.
I waited until shortly after lunch (light, on my part) the next day
for the "hands-on" lesson that they wanted. I'd brought in a large
soft blanket from home, which we used to cover some of the soft mats
that we had; we'd used them before for such things as yoga classes,
and knew that they were more that adequate to the task. When
everything was ready, I went back into the privacy area to undress.
Once we were all seated on the blanket, I told them "I don't need to
know who's going to do what in which order -- I'm just going to trust
that you've taken care of that part. Since things are a little
different than what we first talked about, it's going to be up to each
of you to let me know where it's okay with YOU for me to touch you.
Just as an example, it can be something like 'no girl parts', which
I'll take to mean between your legs and your breasts; or you can say
'above the waist', and I won't go any lower than that. If you tell me
'arms and legs', then that's the only places my hands will go; if it's
easier, you can tell me just one area that I can or can't touch. It's
up to each of you to let me know whatever is right for you, and I'll
expect everyone else to respect that. I'm okay with you touching me
anyplace you want to, but that doesn't mean that I EXPECT anything in
particular from you. We've already talked about a lot of different
things, but I want to say something to make it clear: I am not going
to be upset or surprised or think anything special about anything any
of you want to do while we're together like this. As long as you're
doing it because you want to, it doesn't matter to me if you want to
kiss, or touch -- either yourselves, or each other -- or anything else."
That last bit got me a couple of Looks, but I carefully didn't notice
or comment on them. Instead, I just got myself stretched out on my
back before quietly letting them know "I'm ready to start whenever you
are."
As I'd figured, it took a minute anything happened; but once one of
them had made her first tentative touch of my abdomen (I didn't get
enough exercise to have 'six-pack' abs, but I was still pretty fit),
things started moving along. The first few minutes were spent with the
nine of them generally touching my body -- arms, legs, shoulders,
abdomen, and so on. I knew things were about to shift into high gear
when Nawar moved next to my head and leaned over to tell me "I get to
be first to find out what oral sex is like, if that's okay."
I simply gave her a small smile before answering "That's more than
'okay'.", making her smile back before she said "I... I want you to
touch me -- all over."
I assured her "I can do that!", drawing a small laugh from her before
she asked "What do I have to do?"
"Only what you want to", I reassured her. "If it makes you feel better
or it's easier for you, we can start with just kissing and touching a
little bit."
"I'd like that", she replied, before tilting her body forward enough
to bring her face close to mine. She hesitated a few moments, and I
simply waited until she was ready to go on; she was visibly relieved
that I wasn't going to "rush" her when she finally indicated that she
was ready for us to kiss.
I kept the first touch of our lips as soft and gentle as it could be,
and let it end the very moment she wanted it to. She pulled back from
me far enough that I could see her smile as she told me "I'm glad
you're being as nice about this as I hoped you would."
I smiled back to her and looked into her beautiful dark eyes as I
replied "And I'm glad that you're being as brave about this as I
thought you could."
She moved in to kiss me again, and as it progressed, I put my hand on
her hip. She started when she felt my touch, but quickly accepted it
when I simply kept my hand still. Over the next couple of minutes, our
kisses steadily grew longer and more impassioned. She didn't have any
reaction when I slowly started moving my hand on her -- first to softly
caress her side and back, then gradually expanding my touch to include
her cute little butt.
After I'd given one of her tight buns a tender squeeze, she pulled
away from me just long enough to tell me "It... it's okay if you want to
touch the rest of me now..." before bringing her lips to mine again.
Even with her explicit permission like that, I didn't immediately move
my hand to her breast. Instead, I just continued to let my hand wander
farther and farther on her tawny body until it just naturally reached
the most obvious signs of her femininity. Softly and carefully, I
mapped one of her warm orbs with my fingertips and delighting in how
smooth and firm it was under my touch. When my fingers reached the
peak of the mammary I was exploring, Nawar's breath caught for a
moment before she released a soft moan of pleasure. Even as I was
investigating the rubbery cylinder of her nipple, I could feel it
growing longer, and the flesh surrounding it begin to pucker.
As I continued to take pleasure in the feeling of her young breast
under my hand, the kisses we were sharing became progressively longer
and more intense; by the time I'd included the other and managed to
bring both of her nipples to full attention, Nawar had introduced her
tongue to mine, and they were playing a rousing game of tag with each
other.
After a few minutes of that, she was willing to be guided over me so
that she was straddling my chest. It took only a moment for her to
understand that I'd be able to get my mouth on her breasts if she
leaned forward, which she did without hesitation. The first touch of
my lips to one of her nipples drew an impassioned moan from her,
followed by leaning forward a little more and giving me even better
access to them. Positioned as she was, I didn't have to move my head
much to be able to get my lips and tongue on any square millimeter of
her mammaries that caught my attention; while I was happily engaged in
my third-most favorite activity (I knew the second would be happening
before long, and truly hoped for the chance at the first), I fondled
and molested almost every bit of her that I could reach. The only
exception was the area between her thighs: I was determined to keep
anything even vaguely "threatening" to her presumed virginity away so
as to avoid giving her any reason to call things off.
If anyone had been inclined to dust her for fingerprints afterwards,
they wouldn't have found any -- simply because I never lost touch with
her and my hands were in constant motion. Between my oral assault on
her breasts and how my hands and fingers were caressing her non-stop,
it wasn't long before I could hear her starting to make soft noises of
pleasure as what I knew had to be her unique aroma began to make
itself known. Still, I continued my efforts to slowly and steadily
increase her pleasure and arousal; I wanted her fully primed and ready
so that there wouldn't be any awkwardness or concern about getting her
re-positioned so I could get my first taste of her adolescent pussy.
While Nawar and I were busy with all of that, the rest of them were
occupied with getting themselves familiarized with the details and
particulars of my cock and balls -- I could tell the difference between
the hands that would cup and carefully squeeze my balls and heft them,
and move my penis in different ways to check it out. Nothing any of
them did hurt (and felt briefly uncomfortable only a couple of times),
and it certainly wasn't enough to provide any real stimulation. What
seemed to fascinate them as much as anything else was the abundance of
pubic hair I had... there was almost always more than one set of
fingertips busy in it.
The scent of Nawar's excitement was plainly evident to me when I put
my hands on the firm globes of her ass; only a little bit of pressure
was needed to convince her to raise herself off of me and let me guide
her over my head. When she was in position, she looked down at me
without the slightest concern as I took a little time to try and
memorize the sight of her: how her short, soft labia divided the dark
wedge of her pubic thatch... they were of only medium thickness, and
both were already faintly shiny. Where I knew the entrance to her
vagina was, they were slightly parted and clearly glistening with her
oils; the hood of her clitoris was barely visible at the top of her
cleft.
She continued to watch as I lifted my head between her smooth thighs,
then extended my tongue when I was close enough to let it dip between
her vaginal lips. She gasped at the contact, then groaned as I slid my
tongue upwards and then circled her hidden clitoris.
That small effort of mine was enough to get me a sample of her
essence. Her juices had a distinctly oily texture, but tasted fresh
and vaguely musky -- and I immediately fell in love with them. Slowly
and carefully so I didn't overwhelm or frighten her, I went about
stimulating and pleasuring her into producing more and more of them.
It didn't take long before she had her eyes closed and her hands in my
hair, moaning almost continuously as I did my very best to give her
reason to let me sample her charms again in the future. I happily did
all manner of things to and with her, from softly sucking on her
clitoris to carefully teasing the tight ring of her opening with the
tip of my tongue; gently "chewing" on her labia with my lips to
licking her cleft like an ice cream cone (and ending each pass of my
tongue with a little "flip" across her exposed clit). She was patently
agreeable to damn near anything I wanted to try, and obviously enjoyed
every bit of it as evidenced by the ready supply of her juices I had
available to me.
With my attention focused on Nawar and what I was doing, I had
sufficient distraction from what one of the other girls was doing with
ME. I don't know who it was, but her first efforts were very
tentative. But once she began to get comfortable with what she was
doing, she started to get the results she was after and steadily got
my cock harder and harder. I was perhaps three-quarters erect when she
first brought my penis and her oral cavity together by giving the head
a brief lick. After apparently discovering that there wasn't any kind
of unpleasant taste, she wrapped her lips around me just behind the
glans. While continuing to slowly stroke me, she used her tongue to
lick the head; after several seconds of that, she seemed to remember
something I'd told them, and focused her attentions along the
underside of me. That added stimulation was enough to bring my penis
to full erectness, and she shifted her efforts to trying some of the
different things that I had described to them: taking as much of me as
she could into her mouth and softly sucking on me, or slowly bobbing
her head up and down as she slid her tongue along the bottom of my
cock. I'll admit to no small amount of relief that she also remembered
the other things I'd told them: she was most careful about her teeth,
and wasn't afraid to use her saliva to keep things lubricated for us.
What she was doing with my manhood felt okay, but that's all: just
"okay". I suspected that she'd get physically tired well before her
actions had enough of an impact to bring me to climax. That left me
free, as I said, to focus on what I was doing with and to Nawar. The
way that she was responding to what I was doing, I didn't have a doubt
in the world that I could easily bring her to a climax that she'd
never forget. But my goal was more long-term than that: rather than
just getting the chance to try and fit my tongue into her young
snatch, I hoped to get her (and as many of the others as I could) to
the point that they'd not only be agreeable to having me fill them
with my dick, but actually be the ones to suggest or request it. So
with that in mind, I restrained myself to simply teaching her what
kind of pleasure was possible without overloading her. Pleasing her
immensely was acceptable; scaring the hell out of her wasn't.
So even though I was taking my time and enjoying the process to no
end, I wasn't doing anything to delay the finale or amplify it in any
way.
Nawar was moaning continuously between bouts of releasing all kinds of
inarticulate sounds as I moved her closer and closer to finding her
release. I could tell that she was almost there, and shifted my
efforts from a soft, rhythmic sucking on her clitoris to fluttering
the tip of my tongue across it; it took less than a minute of that to
finally ease her over the edge and into a surprisingly powerful orgasm
that started when she was in the middle of a pleased groan, cutting it
off.
I quickly shifted my hands from her wonderfully firm tits to her sides
to help support her as she went through several strong spasms that
left her gasping for air. When they had tapered off, I was relieved
when Evette appeared to help support her. I couldn't resist making one
last pass with my tongue across Nawar's opening to taste her again
before providing what help I could in getting my plainly satisfied
student off my face. As that was happening, I heard Evette quietly
observe "Damn! That oral sex stuff sounded pretty nice, but I didn't
think it could make THAT happen!"
With nothing to block my view, I looked down to see that it was
Mallory who had been the first to try her hand (so to speak) at
fellatio. She managed to give me a somewhat nervous look, and I didn't
hesitate to assure her "You're doing fine -- that feels good, and you
haven't done anything to hurt me."
She somehow managed to smile at me around my cock (her lips were about
halfway down it) before resuming her efforts. Kathrine was next to
her, with Tenisha and Sharla sitting on the other side of me. All
three were watching her closely, and heard what I said to her.
A bit off to one side, I saw that Casandra had apparently been
watching what I was doing with Nawar while pleasuring herself: her
legs were parted and I could see that the area between them was as
shiny as could be. A little farther away, Darci and Celia were seated
next to each other. Each had a hand between the other's thighs, and I
could see from the mix of colors that they'd exchanged lipstick. When
they saw Evette with Nawar, both of them quickly moved to help -- Celia
got a cushion positioned under Nawar's head while Darci moved to lay
next to her and take her hand to provide whatever emotional or other
support that might be needed. At that point, Evette turned and looked
at me. Seeing that I was alert and watching them, she gave me a shy
smile before asking if there was anything I needed or wanted. I said
that something to drink would be good, and she didn't hesitate to get
me a bottle of cold water from the class fridge. While she was doing
that, one of the three with Mallory softly said something to her, and
she reluctantly let my cock slip from between her lips and sat up
again. All four of them turned to look at me and blushed faintly
before getting into a huddled conversation. It took a moment for me to
realize that Mallory had reached whatever limit they'd settled on for
"lessons", and been reminded of that fact; what I didn't doubt was
that they were all discussing what had happened, since Mallory seemed
to be doing most of the talking.
When Evette got back, she sat close to me before handing the water
over. After I'd thanked her and taken a swallow, she told me "When you
first started telling us about oral sex, some of us thought it
sounded, well, kinda gross. But when you explained some of it, and
gave us some descriptions of what people could do, we realized that
maybe it wasn't quite as bad as we thought it was at first. Then we
started talking -- you know, between ourselves -- and started really
thinking about it. Once we realized that a guy using his mouth on us
was just a different way of feeling good, it even sounded kind of
nice. We still weren't real sure about doing anything with a GUY,
though. I mean, sure, your penis is where your semen comes out; but
it's also where you pee from, and that didn't sound very good. But
Kathrine reminded us that our vaginas were where we have our periods,
and if you were okay about putting your mouth THERE, then it wasn't
right for us to make a big deal out of doing the same with you. And
Tenisha reminded us that you didn't have any kind of smell or anything
when you showed us what happens when you climax, and that meant that
you keep yourself clean. Then she said that the same way she was sure
we'd make sure we were clean for YOU, you'd be doing the same thing
for us. All of us -- well, except for Nawar, of course -- were watching
when Mallory put her mouth on you the first time, and she let us know
that Tanisha had been right."
By the time she had said that, I could feel that my cock had pretty
much shrunk back to normal, so I sat up and turned to face her as she
continued "When we were talking about who was going to do what with
you, all of us kind of opened up with each other and admitted to how
much we'd been doing stuff with ourselves. We've slept over at each
others houses and everything, and practiced kissing and even touched
each other a little bit; but we've never actually, um, DONE anything
together. The way it turned out, Nawar, Darci, and Celia had all been
touching themselves and doing stuff enough that they've all got
experience about having orgasms. Casandra, Sharla, Tenisha, and me...
we've been doing that, too, and had it happen for us a few times. The
others, they've been touching themselves and it feels good for them
and everything, but nothing has really happened for them yet. We all
admitted that we were still virgins, too, and kind of nervous about
all this since none of us has ever done anything with a guy. So what
we decided was that we'd kind of go in opposite directions about who
does what with you -- I mean, for you doing things, the girls that know
more about orgasms go first, so there'll be more time if one of us
kind of in the middle has any trouble, or if it takes longer for the
rest to have their first one. So they don't feel like they're being
pushed to the back and so they can feel better and, you know, get some
confidence, we decided to go the other way for us doing things TO you.
Except that because she got to be first to have an orgasm with you,
Nawar is going to wait to be last to use her mouth on you. We know
that you might climax with her, but she said she actually likes the
taste of your stuff... your semen, I mean... and none of the rest of us is
sure we're ready for anything like that to happen with US, yet, but we
still want YOU to have a climax, too. You said that it feels better
for a guy when the woman keeps her mouth on him, and after everything
you've said and done to help us with this stuff, we figured it should
be good for you like we know it'll be for us."
I have to admit that it was interesting to hear how they'd worked
things out and settled on who did what, and when. But the two things
that really caught my attention were that Nawar was going to give me
her first ever blowjob AND keep her mouth on me when I came, and that
all of them were inexperienced (so far, anyway) virgins. I couldn't
help thinking that if they turned out to be as curious and willing
about actually having sex as they were the things related to it, there
was a good chance that some of them would be agreeable to letting me
separate them from their chastity before the school year ended -- a
prospect that definitely appealed to me.
I thanked Evette for talking to me, and after she'd gotten up and
moved away a short distance, turned and got myself stretched out
again. It wasn't long until Celia made her appearance and sat down.
Looking down at me, she didn't delay in telling me "I saw how you were
with Nawar... how patient and gentle and everything, I mean. I know I
can trust you not to do anything to actually push me or hurt me,
either, so it's okay with me if you, uh, want to go a little faster.
You know, touching me and stuff without waiting for me to tell you
it's okay, because I'm telling you it's okay NOW."
"No, I won't push you, Celia. If you say you don't mind if I touch you
first, that's fine with me -- and thank you for trusting me that way.
But if you DO need me to stop or slow down, don't be afraid to say
something, okay?"
She gave me a pleased smile and answered "IF I do, I will... I promise",
before leaning forward far enough that the two of us could kiss. With
what she'd just said to me, I didn't hesitate to extend my arm so I
could put my hand on her hip and begin caressing her side as she kept
her lips in touch with mine.
I don't know how much of it was confidence or reassurance from seeing
how I'd behaved with Nawar, and how much was her own native desires,
but Celia quickly proved herself to be a much faster study than Nawar.
When I eventually moved my hand to her breast, Celia readily pressed
it into my hand in response. When she realized that I couldn't reach
as much of her ass as I wanted, she shifted her position to bring all
of it within my reach. Several minutes later, it was her idea to get
on top of me so that she could lean over to bring her breasts within
reach of my lips. I could feel the fringe of her bush brushing against
my belly, and began working toward getting it moved to my upper lip.
As I applied my lips and tongue to her areolas, they crinkled rather
fetchingly in the process of rising up from the rest of her breasts.
It turned out that her nipples didn't extend very far, but made up for
it by being a bit larger in diameter and firmer than I was used to --
which only made them that much more fun to play with. Her soft skin
was smooth and warm under my hands, and she welcomed my touch
everywhere on her lithe young form. I actually started to feel
disappointed when she sat up again before I understood that she was
about to position herself over my face.
Once she'd gotten herself settled, I got her lush bush situated right
where I wanted it: on my lip, with my nose buried in it. She'd been
slow and careful enough about getting herself located "just so" that
I'd had plenty of time to see that she had labia that were somewhat
longer and thicker than I'd expected, though they didn't extend past
her mound and were generally hidden behind her incredibly soft pubic
hair. The scent of her was somehow sweet and spicy at the same time,
and it was only a second's effort for me to learn that her light oils
tasted that way, too. I had a grand time treating my taste buds to her
nectar between bouts of stimulating her into producing more of them,
and learning what I could do that pleased and aroused her the most.
Even as I started my "lesson" with Celia, one of the other girls was
beginning her own studies farther down my body. Whoever it was, they
were either a lot more certain of themselves or had taken the
information they'd gotten from Mallory to heart: there wasn't anywhere
near the hesitation about getting me erect or taking me into her
mouth. She also seemed to be a bit more adventurous or enthusiastic,
too: she seemed to be much more willing to try different variations of
the things I'd described, as well as different sequences and
combinations. While she was definitely a lot more stimulating, she
naturally didn't have enough experience to have all the effect on me
she could have. Still, she was doing a damn fine job of improving her
skills by paying attention to my reaction. Whoever she was (and I
expected I'd find out soon enough), she was demonstrating a
willingness to please a guy that was far too rare, as far as I was
concerned.
That meant that I actually had to keep my mind on what I was doing
with Celia to provide the little bit of distraction I needed. From the
pleased and aroused noises that she made, I know that Celia
appreciated being the focus of my attentions.
With Celia's greater acceptance of what we'd been doing, the
excitement from the stimulation I provided was greater, too. Sooner
than I would have liked (by a couple of days, I reckoned), I knew she
was at the edge of her release. Not wanting things to go beyond the
end of a normal school day (to try and preclude any suspicions), I
figured it would be best to help her finish rather than prolonging my
own pleasure. It took little more than a minute of concentrated
stimulation of her erect clitoris before she grunted with the start of
it and froze in place over me. The withdrawal of her clit prompted me
to move my tongue to the entrance to her vagina to collect what I
could of her juices. As I was savoring my last taste of her, I could
feel her opening clench and relax in time with the waves of pleasure
coursing through her.
In anticipation of her needing help, I moved my hands to her sides as
the spasming of her body gradually diminished. From the corner of my
eye, I could see that Evette was keeping an eye on us, too. I was
pleasantly surprised when Celia's eyes opened; I could see that her
vision was unfocused, but she was more in control than Nawar had been.
After a few seconds had passed, I could tell that she'd mostly gotten
herself together again; I moved my hands away from her sides, but
stayed ready to support her again if she needed it.
Looking down at me, it took her a couple of tries before Celia was
able to tell me "What you were doing felt so good! That was the best
orgasm I've ever had!"
I didn't figure that was much of a comparison, what with her being all
of sixteen years old and a virgin to boot, but still appreciated that
she'd want to tell me how it felt. Smiling up at her, I answered "I'm
glad you enjoyed your lesson. Think you'll be okay to move on your
own?"
Realizing where she was and how she was positioned, she blushed
faintly before answering "Yeah, I think so. I suppose you want to
move, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, I'd kind of like to. I've still got seven more 'oral
exams' to give before school lets out..." I answered, drawing a laugh
from her. Slowly and carefully, she got herself moved to where she
could sit down while she finished getting herself together. I took the
opportunity to look to see who was showing such early promise at
giving head -- only to be surprised that it was Kathrine sliding her
lips up and down my stiff cock. Neither she nor any of the others that
were watching her seemed to take any notice of me. A bit later, I felt
all of them move away from me for some reason.
I had a drink from my bottle of water, then lay down with my hands
behind my head; just a few seconds later, Kathrine pulled her mouth
off of me. I was left alone, and got the chance to rest for several
minutes before Darci came over and surprised me by laying down on her
side close to me. I raised an eyebrow in question, and she responded
by telling me "We know we don't have all that much time for this, but
I don't want to rush you or anything, either. Mostly what I wanted to
do was tell you that I really appreciate that you've been so honest
and cool and everything about all this -- helping us learn about sex, I
mean. I know you could have just told us a bunch of stuff and that
would have been all you really had to do. But you've done so much more
than that, and even if nobody else says anything to you about it, ALL
of us are glad for what you've been willing to do to help us really
learn about this stuff. We were all mixed up about a lot of it -- I
mean, our folks talk one way about it, but don't actually DO anything;
none of really had anyone we figured we could talk to, either... except
that you showed us that it was okay to come to you. We've had what
were probably some goofy questions sometimes, but you've never, ever
done or said anything to make us feel bad; you just answered our
questions and talked to us like we actually had brains and could think
for ourselves. So I just wanted you to know that even if it didn't
seem like it sometimes, and none of us thinks to actually say anything
to you, we know how lucky we are to have YOU as our teacher."
I had a fair idea of how much impact I'd been having on them from
seeing how different they were from the first day of class; but having
one of them actually take the time to explicitly tell me that I was
doing good, and hearing how they felt about having me as a teacher...
well, it really touched me and made me glad that I'd chosen education
for a career. Looking into Darci's face, I told her "I'm glad that
I've been able to help you as much as you say I have, and I'm proud
that you think you're lucky to have me. If I'm a good teacher, it's
only because you're such good learners. I want you to know that all of
you are the kinds of students that every real teacher dreams of
having: smart and curious and a whole lot more."
From the look she got, I knew that I'd touched Darci the way that
she'd touched me. I also knew that she'd find a way to let the others
know what I'd said. The only problem was that I could see her eyes
start to glisten, and I was afraid that she was about to start crying.
To try and head that off, I said "Okay, enough with all that mushy
stuff... what was it you came over here for again?"
Her smile told me she knew what I was doing, and she answered "I was
hoping you were going to help me have my first ever orgasm from what
somebody else was doing."
Putting a perplexed look on my face, I asked "I've forgotten -- how was
I going to do that?"
With a mischievous grin on her face, she answered "Well, I think you
were going to start with us kissing, then you were going to maybe
molest me a little bit. I heard that if I didn't fight you too much,
you'd even play with my tits and suck on them. If I couldn't stop you,
you might even do stuff to me with your mouth."
"Wow. That sounds like a lot to happen. You really think I'd do
something like that?" I asked, keeping my expression solemn.
"I'm certainly HOPING you will!", she declared with a short laugh.
"In that case, I guess I'd better get started..." I replied before
moving closer to her. When I brought my face to hers with the fairly
obvious intent of kissing her, I could see her eager anticipation. To
my pleased surprise, she took the first gentle touch of my lips to
hers and began to build on it; it didn't take but a couple of minutes
for the two of us to be kissing as deeply and passionately as I'd ever
experienced before. When I put my hand on her, she made a small move
that let me know that she did NOT want my hand on her belly -- she had
someplace a bit higher in mind.
So I played with her tits for a while before getting to run my hand
around on nearly all the rest of her.
It was probably just as well that I shifted my body down when I did so
I could more easily get my mouth on her breasts: she was having a
difficult time kissing me between the panting that she was doing from
her increasing arousal. With my head even with her breasts, I was able
to reach even farther down her young frame and include almost all of
her legs. They were trim and smooth under my touch, and that I might
one day have them wrapped around my waist appealed to me tremendously.
One thing that I was careful about, though, was to avoid getting my
hand anywhere near her pubis: one of the unstated conditions of the
"lesson" was that it would be limited to oral sex and nothing more.
When Darci had reached the point that she was softly moaning almost
constantly, I figured it was about time to finish her off -- after all,
she didn't seem to be in any condition to stop me.
It took a couple of tries before I got enough of her attention to let
her know that we could go on if she wanted, but it would be better if
we moved. She still needed a couple of seconds to realize what I was
talking about before she exclaimed "Oh, God, yes!" and started to sit
up. All I had to do was roll over onto my back again; I'd barely
gotten myself re-situated before she was trying to get herself
positioned over my head.
Despite her eagerness, she was willing to let me guide her into just
the right position. She even managed to remain patient (and
unconcerned) when she saw that I was blatantly looking at the area
between her thighs, where I saw that her inner lips were of medium
length and medium thickness, soft and fresh-looking, and barely
visible within the slight part in her pubic hair. Cupping the firm
globes of her ass cheeks in my hands, I raised my head and slipped the
end of my tongue through the soft thicket covering her pelvis. Dipping
into the cleft of her sex, I discovered that she had already started
to leak some of her vaginal juices; they liberally coated the lower
half of her labia, giving me more than enough of a sample to determine
that they were almost as thin as water but infinitely better tasting --
mostly sweet, but with a slight "tang" to them that was most pleasant.
As I continued to delight in the oils that Darci was gifting me with,
I was patiently trying different things with my tongue and lips. It
didn't take me long to realize that almost anything I chose to do had
some positive impact on Darci's libido. Of course there were things
that she appreciated more than others, but none of them failed to add
at least a LITTLE bit to her arousal.
While my mouth was busy between her thighs, I was using my hands much
as I'd done with my previous partners by caressing and squeezing
Darci's cute little ass, caressing as much of her as I could reach,
running my fingertips all over her breasts and toying with her
wonderfully long nipples in different ways, and generally fondling and
molesting her as much as I could.
Almost as soon as I'd lifted my head to begin my oral assault on
Darci, I'd felt a hand on my penis. The fingers were long and cool,
and felt really good as they manipulated my cock in different ways and
investigated my balls. I regretted it when they moved underneath and
lifted my slowly-stiffening cock up; my mild disappointment was washed
away by the feeling of a delightfully warm mouth taking nearly the
entire length of me inside. Right after that, a very limber tongue
went to work. With most of my attention on having Darci on my face, it
took a few minutes for me to realize that whoever was working on me
was far less interested in trying to please me as she was in learning
what she could do, and how best to do it: it certainly felt good and
was QUITE sufficient to keep me fully erect, but she didn't exhibit
any interest in anything beyond that. Well, that just meant that I
could devote myself to enjoying my time with Darci...
I'll admit to being pleased that Darci enjoyed my efforts a bit more
than they stimulated her; while I didn't have the slightest doubt that
her arousal was increasing, the noises she made and amount of her
feminine oils that she produced seemed to grow even more quickly. Any
guy that she chose to share herself with was damn well going to know
when she was pleased.
Even so, it was unavoidable that I should get her to the edge of her
release. Rather than draw things out any longer, I simply added a
slight bit of extra pressure to the way my tongue was circling her
clitoris; it took only a few seconds of that for her to slip over the
edge and into the chasm of what I could tell was a deep and powerful
orgasm. Her young body went through a series of near-convulsions that
began strong and grew progressively weaker.
When it was over and she opened her eyes, I could tell that it took
her a moment to recollect where she was and what was happening (other
than the obvious). She looked down at me and said "WOW. That was
really something!" in a voice that wasn't much more than a whisper. "I
could tell that it was going to be good, but I didn't expect anything
like that. Is real sex like that?"
"That WAS real sex, even though it wasn't coitus. Didn't you just have
an orgasm from it?"
"Boy, did I!" she exclaimed. "I just didn't know it could feel that
good WITHOUT having a guy inside me. Uh... were you doing anything, you
know, special or anything to make it better?"
"Not particularly. I wanted you to enjoy it, so I did what I could to
help you have a climax -- but I wasn't doing anything SPECIAL, or using
any kind of tricks or anything."
"You mean I can feel like that every time?" she wanted to know,
somewhat stunned.
"IF you want it to by choosing the right guy, yeah."
"Choosing the right guy?"
"Yeah. If the guy isn't interested in helping YOU feel as good as he's
likely going to, then you probably wouldn't have something like that
happen."
She considered that for a few moments before asking "And if he doesn't
care enough about me to want me to feel as good as he does, I probably
don't want to be with him that way, do I?"
"Probably not", I agreed.
Mildly perplexed, she asked "But if he's going to be like that, how do
I not get into that situation with him in the first place?"
"By paying attention to what he's like BEFORE then. Whatever he's like
most of the time, he's going to be even more that way when it's even
more personal."
She let that rattle around in her mind for a bit before telling me
"Yeah, I can see how that'd work. That's another lesson from you that
I'm not going to forget, Teach!", with a lopsided grin.
Only then did she appear to realize that our brief conversation had
happened with me mostly talking into her crotch, and her talking to me
between her breasts. As she started to move from over my head, I could
see that she was a trifle embarrassed, but feigned not noticing so as
not to further aggravate it.
Lifting my head a bit, I discovered that it was Tenisha that I had to
thank for her dedication to her "studies".
As I was draining the last few swallows of my water, I felt and saw as
she raised her head far enough to let me slip from between her lips.
After she'd released her gentle hold on my erection, she turned her
head to give me a smile that told me she was both pleased and
satisfied with her efforts (and my response). I smiled back and
mouthed the words "Very nice", making her smile even wider.
After Tenisha had moved away a little bit, I started to get up to get
myself some more water when I heard Kathrine's voice tell me "You
don't have to get up -- I'll get you something to drink, if you want."
Turning my head after I finished sitting up, I discovered that I was
looking almost directly into the small patch of sparse pubic hair that
graced her lower belly. It was sparse enough that I didn't have any
trouble making out the skin beneath, or the divide between her trim
thighs. Figuring she wouldn't be standing there like that if it wasn't
okay, I took a few moments to really look at her. She was close enough
that I could tell by the scent of her that she had been (or perhaps
still was) somewhat aroused. When I finally raised my gaze to her
face, I could tell that she knew where I'd been looking -- and didn't
seem to mind in the slightest. She held out her hand and I gave her
the empty bottle before telling her "Thank you."
She smiled and answered "You're welcome" before turning and walking
away. I didn't have the slightest reluctance to watch her tight little
buns flexing as she moved away.
From the other side, I heard someone ask "You like butts?"
Turning my head around, I saw that it was Casandra, and that she'd
settled herself next to me. I smiled at her before answering "I like
butts, breasts, legs, and all the rest, too. ALL of you are pretty,
and sexy, and I think I'm very lucky to have all of you in my class.
But what really matters to me is how smart each of you is, and how all
of you have shown me what good students and people you are."
The look she gave me told me that she didn't entirely believe me. I
went on to tell her "When last semester ended, I was honestly
impressed with what all of you wrote about what you wanted to do with
your lives and the projects you did. I also sent notes to all your
parents saying that, too. If all of you weren't the kind of people you
are, and as interested in actually learning new things, I wouldn't
have been willing to do as much as I have to teach you stuff -- like
today."
While she was considering that, Kathrine returned and sat next to her
before handing me the bottle of water she'd brought.
After I'd had a couple of sips, Casandra wanted to know "You really
think we're all pretty and sexy, too?", something that got Kathrine's
attention.
"Yes, I do."
"Me, too, even though I don't have as much hair and my boobs aren't as
big?", Kathrine asked.
Looking back and forth between them, I answered "Yes, all of you,
really. You aren't all the same age, and all of you have developed the
way you're supposed to, so it's perfectly natural and reasonable that
no two of you look the same -- any more than I look the same between my
legs as any other guy. But you're all young and healthy and fit, and
all of you have the right parts in the right places, so I think you're
pretty and sexy."
Hesitantly, Casandra said "I... I've heard about guys that... that only
like young girls. Younger than us, even."
To spare her from having to ask the question outright, I quickly
interrupted to say "Yes, there are -- but I'm not one of them. You're
all young girls; but you aren't that young, and all of you are
somewhere between being a young GIRL and a young woman -- and it's that
woman part that I like. The 'young' part is something else."
"Why is us being young 'something else'?", Kathrine asked.
"Actually, it's a couple of things", I told them. "First, there's
something that happens when you're finally all the way grown up, and
an adult: somehow, somewhere along the line, you stop thinking of
younger people as simply being not as old as you, and you start
thinking of them as children -- and there's just something in the adult
mind that makes us want to protect 'children', regardless of what age
they actually are. I'm old enough that that has happened with me, and
even though I don't doubt that YOU all think you're almost grown up
already, MY brain says you aren't, and that it's up to me to protect
you -- even against things that you say you want to do, because I'm not
sure you're ready for them. At the same time, though, there's a small
part of my brain that's left over from before people got civilized
like we are now; and that part tries to tell me that I should be
trying to make babies with healthy young females -- which describes all
of you. Because most men are civilized grown-ups, they ignore that
little voice deep down inside. It's still there; they either just
pretend it isn't, or don't listen to it. It used to be that a girl
getting married and starting to have babies at your ages was perfectly
reasonable: people didn't live as long as now, so the important parts
of their lives started earlier because of it. As people started living
longer, though, it gradually became the custom that girls didn't marry
until later and later ages. And because society -- that is, men that
got to make most or all of the decisions -- thought that younger girls
couldn't know any better, there were laws passed that make it illegal
for a guy to have sex with them until they reach a certain age. Those
laws were passed because the men in charge didn't want to marry a
woman that wasn't a virgin; women were essentially the property of
men, and were expected to stay 'pure' and 'undamaged' until their
wedding night. There's something you should notice about all of that:
not only did men actually make the decisions, they also got to decide
that women couldn't make important decisions because they just weren't
smart and sensible enough."
Highly offended, Katherine could only splutter "That's... that's...
that's...", which Casandra finished for her by saying "bullshit."
I HAD to smile, even as I told them "I agree, it is. But that's the
way it was -- and still is, in a lot of places. Try asking Nawar what
her life would be like if her grandparents hadn't left Pakistan, and
you'll get some idea. Anyway, your ages was a part of what I had to
deal with, too -- not just the 'no touching because I'm a civilized
adult' part, but the laws that say me doing anything even a little bit
sexual with you is against the law and I could conceivably go to jail
if anyone found out."
"But we said it was okay!", Kathrine protested.
"Yes, you did. But remember that the laws haven't caught up with how
things are NOW, and they haven't been updated, either. So even though
YOU say it's okay, and your parents have told me that I can do
whatever I want to to answer your questions and help you learn about
this stuff, if a cop or anyone like that found out what we're doing,
I'd probably be arrested and go to jail or prison for a long time and
be labeled a 'sex offender'. If that happened, I couldn't be a teacher
any more, and I wouldn't be allowed to be anywhere near young people --
either little kids or ones your ages."
Both of them were silent for a little while, giving me the chance to
get myself re-hydrated before Casandra asked "If all that bad stuff
could happen even though we said it was okay and our folks said that
stuff, why are you still doing it? I mean, the civilized grown-up part
you talked about says you shouldn't, and the police and everybody say
you shouldn't, and you said that little part of you that says to make
babies with young healthy females is small enough to ignore... so why
are you going against all that and being with us like this?"
I could only manage a lopsided grin as I answered "Because I'm a
teacher, and helping people learn is all I've ever wanted to do. I
want you to know this stuff so that you can learn what it's like and
not fall for any stories you hear from guys. So you can know what it's
like, so you can make your own decisions about what you want to do,
for your own reasons. So that maybe when you get older, you can help
get the laws changed so that what we're doing ISN'T against the law no
matter what. Because I really do care about all of you."
Again, the two of them were silent for a little while as they thought
about what I'd just told them. It was Kathrine that spoke first,
telling me "I thought you were just going to be like any other teacher
I've had when school started this year. Sure, the class was different
and everything, but I didn't expect that would really make any
difference. Except that it has -- more than I thought it even could.
But what really makes being in here so much better is YOU. It didn't
take me long to figure out that you really do like being a teacher,
and helping us learn all this stuff. You don't just tell us things out
of a book, either; you make the different subjects actually
interesting, and help us really LEARN them. I mean, I was kinda mad
when I was one of the tribes that kept getting cheated out of what you
told me was 'my' land when we learned about people settling the West --
but I realized what it was like for the Indians, too. I thought you
were kind of cool after a couple of weeks, and then I started to
actually like you... not just as a teacher, I mean, but YOU, because of
the way you acted and treated all of us. Then I realized that you
liked us, too, even more than I liked you; that was when I knew that I
kind of... loved you, even."
Next to her, Casandra nodded her head in agreement when Kathrine
finished. The way they were looking at me, I knew that both were a bit
apprehensive about how I'd react to the loving me bit.
"If you love me, that's okay", I told them. "I love you, too -- all of
you. Not the kind of love where I think we're going to get married
some day, but enough that I care what happens to you, and want the
best for you and stuff like that. I think all of you are old enough to
understand the difference, and respect it."
Both of them nodded before Casandra said "Yeah, I understand. It's
kind of like how I feel about some of my relatives."
Kathrine spoke up, too, telling me "I know what you mean, too."
Smiling at them, I said "I'm glad to hear that. It tells me that
you're smart not just about books and school, but being people",
visibly pleasing them.
We sat quietly for a few seconds before Kathrine told us "Mallory
wanted to talk to me for a little bit... you know, before it's our
turn..." and moving away. When she was gone, Casandra was silent for a
couple of minutes before saying "It's my turn next, and I came over
just 'cause I wanted to talk to you a little bit. Before we, uh, did
anything, I mean. I didn't really have anything special in mind, but
now I'm glad that we DID talk about that stuff. I know that I've got
big tits for how old I am, but I feel better knowing that you're
willing to teach me all this because you care about me, and not just
so you can DO stuff with me. All of us know different guys and
everything, and we've been out on dates and stuff; but it seems like
all the guys around here are either only interested in doing sex stuff
with us, or too wimpy and 'considerate' to even hold hands with us. I
don't think any of the girls in this school really have anybody they
can learn about sex and boy-girl stuff with slow and nice, like you do
with us. Me and the others, we've kind of talked about it... us learning
about sex and stuff with you. Most of us were pretty nervous and
everything at first, but the way you've acted and everything has made
us feel a LOT better about it. None of us feels like we have to do
anything with you, even if the rest of us are; and you've been so calm
and patient about talking to us and answering our questions and
everything that WE'RE okay about being naked with you and having you
see us."
"Thank you", I answered. "It makes me feel better to know that you
trust me and respect me enough that the things I've said and done have
done all that for you."
"You're a good teacher, Mister Thompson. I was kind of worried about
doing anything with you when I came over here, 'cause I wanted it to
MEAN something, somehow, to do stuff with a guy."
"Well, you don't have to worry any more, Casandra. It does mean
something if you want us to be together like this. I meant every word
of it when I told you that I love you, and all I want is the best for
you, and you to be happy. If you don't want anything to happen between
us, now or ever, that's fine with me if that's what YOU need to be
happy and comfortable."
I'd thought she was hinting around the possibility that she didn't
want to learn about oral sex from me, and was letting her know that
she didn't have to be afraid to say so. But the smile I got from her
gave me a little warning that I was misunderstanding her before she
said "That's what I mean -- you wouldn't be upset or anything if I
didn't. But after the way you talked to Kathrine and me, I know that
it will mean something. I wanted to find out what that feels like
before, but it's even more, now. I've seen how you made the others
feel, and I want to know what that's like, too. I want you to touch me
-- everywhere, even between my legs. I know I can trust you not to, um,
DO too much there, and I really do want to learn as much as I can
about what can happen between a guy and a girl before they actually,
you know, have sex."
I'll admit to being a little surprised that she would not only tell me
it was okay to touch her so intimately, but encourage me to do so. But
one of the things that I'd tried to do was help them learn to be as
mature and responsible as they'd said and indicated they wanted to be,
so I didn't have (much) hesitation about taking her at her word.
Figuring that if she was willing to talk to me that way then she was
ready for us to actually get started, I moved so that I was seated
right in front of her. When I leaned forward with the obvious
intention of kissing her, she didn't hesitate a moment to reciprocate.
The first touch of our lips was soft and brief; I was the one to pull
back so I could see how Casandra felt about it. The pleased smile she
gave me was all the encouragement I needed to try it again.
Our second kiss was somewhat firmer... and lasted quite a bit longer
before Casandra indicated she wanted it to end. I readily complied,
and the look in her eyes let me know that I was doing just what she
needed and wanted me to.
As our next kiss progressed, I put my hands on her waist -- ready to
wait until I was sure that it was okay to continue. I got confirmation
of that when she raised her arms and rested her hands on my shoulders
before arching herself in invitation for me to begin exploring her
lush young body. Slowly and patiently, I did as she wanted: starting
with her sides and back and gradually expanding my touch to include
the tight globes of her ass and the warm, firm orbs of her breasts. As
my manual investigations progressed, Casandra was the one to touch the
tip of her tongue to my lips. I readily sent my tongue out in welcome
to hers, and it didn't take but a few seconds for us to get involved
in trying to check out each others tonsils.
When I was satisfied that I'd properly mapped her body with my hands,
I carefully eased the two of us over so that we were laying on our
sides. Before my hands could leave her breasts, Casandra used the
change in position to lift one leg and put her foot on the floor to
remind me (as if I needed it!) that I was welcome to include that part
of her body.
Even with so explicit an invitation, I didn't immediately start pawing
at her crotch. Instead, I used the opportunity to become more familiar
with her trim legs and smooth thighs before finally delving into the
soft forest covering her pelvis. The first time I let my fingertip
drift along her slit and across the entrance to her vagina, her breath
caught in her throat; moments later, she moaned into my mouth when I
softly caressed the barely exposed surface of her clitoris. When I
repeated both gestures a second later, she arched her pelvis in
encouragement for me to continue.
The next several minutes were a non-stop treat for me. Not only did I
have the delectable bundle of Casandra under my hand, but she was
proving herself to be one HELL of a kisser as she released a variety
of soft noises that told me she was enjoying every moment of what I
was doing to/with her. Although I was most careful not to apply any
noteworthy pressure directly against her opening, I didn't hesitate in
the slightest to do anything and everything else I could think of
while my finger was in the area: dipping my fingertip between her
labia so I could draw it across her wet entrance; laying my finger
across it and applying a rhythmic general pressure against it; gently
smearing the light oils that she was producing as far as I could along
the cleft of her sex. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow enough that
I gave up on the idea of trying to continue kissing her; that left me
free to shift my oral attentions. After gently nibbling on her earlobe
(and earning myself a heartfelt groan), I slowly worked my lips and
the tip of my tongue lower and lower on her body; when I was finally
able to fasten my mouth on the pink puckered pebbles at the peak of
her mammaries -- something that drew another deep groan from her as my
hand stayed busy between her thighs.
I'd only been nursing at her bust for a couple of minutes when it hit
me just how close she was to actually having an orgasm. Figuring that
if she was going to be that way about it, I decided to go ahead and
help her have one; I'd gotten enough of the scent of her that the idea
of having even MORE of her juices to lap up held considerable appeal
to me.
While I continued to see if I couldn't lick and suck her nipples into
getting even a little bit longer and harder, I concentrated my
attention on what I was doing with my hand. When I started lightly
"strumming" my fingertip across her erect clitoris, the reaction I got
was enough to tell me that it wouldn't take but a minute or so to have
her deep in the throes of her release.
My guesstimate of the time proved to be a bit on the optimistic side:
it couldn't have taken three-quarters of a minute for the first wave
of pleasure to seize her. While it likely wasn't the strongest orgasm
she'd experienced, there couldn't be any doubt that that was what it
was. Since I wanted to use her thighs as ear-warmers so I could begin
sampling her nectar, I refrained from doing anything to prolong or
intensify her climax. Several seconds after the last slight shudder
had faded, Casandra opened her eyes again. On seeing me, her face lit
up like a Christmas tree before she told me "I knew I could trust you,
and I was right. You made me feel good with what you were doing, and I
never worried even a little bit about how you were touching me."
Smiling, I asked her "Do you want to rest a little bit, or are you
ready for the rest of it now?"
Her eyes widened with the realization of how we were situated and what
we'd done; I saw her areolas pucker slightly just ahead of her
enthusiastic response of "I want the rest!"
After softly kissing her forehead, I rolled over onto my back while
continuing to look into her face. It took only a moment for her to
pull herself together enough to sit up, then get to her knees. Careful
not to knee me in the head, she readily got herself positioned over my
face; I got my hands on her cute little tush to give her the last
little bit of guidance she needed. With her pelvis that close, I could
easily discern the unique scent of her and felt my mouth begin to
water in anticipation of what I figured she'd taste like. As I began
to lift my head, she didn't have the slightest qualms about watching
me as I merged my face with her downy muff.
The first touch of my tongue between her labia had her closing her
eyes and trying to press herself down onto it as she moaned her
approval of what I was doing. I barely had time to complete the first
pass of running my tongue along her slit before a warm hand took
gentle hold of my penis.
As I proceeded to try and collect as much of Casandra's oils as I
could from where I'd spread them around, the person at my pelvis got
busy as well. Their efforts to stroke my cock into greater hardness
weren't very good at first, but it didn't take them long to correct
their mistakes; when I was fully erect again, a soft tongue went to
work on me briefly -- as though to make sure that my taste was
acceptable. Once that issue was settled, only a second or two went by
before I felt the head of my cock being surrounded by a warm, wet
mouth.
Casandra easily tasted as good as she smelled, and I had a delightful
time encouraging her into producing even more of her light oils. While
I was doing that, I also took the opportunity to familiarize myself
with whatever parts of her body I could that I hadn't been able to
reach before. With her sitting up the way she was, Casandra's full
breasts naturally made for frequent and pleasurable diversions from
the other things I was doing; each of them over-filled my hands, and
felt warm and firm under my touch. Repeated inspection of their peaks
with my fingertips helped me learn that I could easily tell where her
areolas started. I was also pleased to find out that she liked having
her nipples pulled on, and gently pinched -- particularly when such
activity was accompanied by circling her erect clitoris with my
tongue, or softly trying to suck as much of her juices as I could out
of her virginal pussy. Not only did she welcome my efforts, she even
went so far as to lean forward enough that she could reach down and
hold my head close (and helping support it), making it even easier for
me to continue my efforts.
Down at my cock, whoever was occupied with it was having troubles. Not
that anything she was doing was painful for me, just that she
continued to have a little initial difficulty each time she tried
something "new". Still, she was making progress and learning from her
mistakes, so I was content to leave her to it; after all, it was
supposed to be a learning experience.
With nothing to distract me from what I was doing with Casandra, I
figured there wasn't any reason not to give whoever had my cock in her
mouth from having some extra time to practice in. I mean, I'm a
teacher, and that's the kind of sacrifice that teachers are willing to
make, right? To reward myself for my selflessness, I patiently went
about trying to demonstrate my cunnilingus skills to Casandra while
using my hands and fingertips to try and build a three-dimensional
model of her in my mind. She didn't seem to mind in the slightest, and
expressed no objections.
From the way Casandra had responded from what I'd been doing before, I
didn't doubt that I could help her have an orgasm that she'd never
forget. But I also had to keep in mind the fact that I still had the
younger girls to deal with, too -- and that witnessing the kind of
climax that I suspected Casandra was capable of might not have a
beneficial impact on them. So even though I was having a dandy time
with her, I was also being careful not to do any more than simply make
her feel good as I slowly moved her closer and closer to another
release. That it was also giving ME time to enjoy what I was doing was
simply a fringe benefit. At least, that's my story, and I'm sticking
with it.
Even though I was taking my time and being careful, there was no
escaping the fact that I was moving Casandra toward having another
orgasm. Dividing my attention between what I was doing and what was
being done TO me, I judged that whoever my current fellatio student
was, she had gotten past whatever problems she'd been having: not only
was she succeeding in keeping me hard, but had progressed enough that
she was steadily (if a bit slowly) pleasuring me.
Given the circumstances, it seemed like a good idea to go ahead and
help Casandra find her release -- knowing that my other partner would
be obliged to end HER activities, too.
With that for a plan, I returned my focus to Casandra... but with the
explicit goal and intent of bringing her to a climax in a timely
manner. Considering the state she was in at the time, it wasn't going
to take any great or extended effort on my part; she was panting and
moaning almost continuously as she tried to rub her clitoris against
my tongue. Settling my hands on her ass again, I managed to hold her
still long enough to begin rapidly circling the fleshy pearl of her
clit with the tip of my tongue. When felt me begin, she voluntarily
held herself steady over me as she released a deep groan of arousal
and pleasure.
Despite the side trips I made to gather the juices leaking out of her,
it took only a couple of minutes to get her to the edge of her
release. I somehow managed to fight off one last temptation to draw it
out or make it stronger before fluttering the tip of my tongue across
her clitoris and pushing her into her second orgasm of the afternoon.
Regardless of the restraint I'd shown getting her there, I could
easily tell that Casandra's climax was much deeper and more powerful
than the first she'd experienced with me. The only consolation I had
was that the outward expressions of it that she made were mild,
compared to what I could feel happening inside her. None of the others
ever said anything about it to me, so I can only presume that they
really didn't notice... though I certainly did!
I'd lapped up the last traces of her juices and lowered my head to the
floor so that I could look up at her when Casandra opened her eyes.
Looking down, she saw my head between her knees and could only stare
at me for several seconds before softly telling me "What you were
doing... with your mouth and all... it felt good, and everything... but I
never expected... to have THAT good of an orgasm... from somebody else
doing stuff to me..." between pants.
I gave one of her tight buns a soft pat, and she readily moved from
over my face, then sat down where we could see each other. From the
corner of my eye, I saw that it had been Evette who was my current
"student". But right then, I had Casandra to deal with, so I'd have to
do what I could with Evette later.
Smiling, I told Casandra "I kinda got the impression that you liked
what I was doing while it was happening. After you had an orgasm while
we were just kissing and touching, I wasn't really surprised by what
happened -- I figured that it would be a good one for you. I just
didn't want it to be too good, because I wasn't sure what you'd do,
and I didn't want the younger girls to be worried or frightened by
it."
After digesting that for a few moments, Casandra wanted to know "You...
you weren't trying to make me climax as much as you could?",
uncertainly.
"No. Like I said, I didn't know what you might do if it was too
strong, so I just did what I could to make sure you had a good one and
not a great one."
"You mean you could make it even bigger and better than that, if you
tried?", she asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, probably, if you wanted me to", I admitted.
She sat there in stunned silence for several seconds before telling me
"IF I wanted you to? That one was as good as anything I've ever done
for myself, and you're saying I could have better IF I wanted? Hell,
yes, I want!"
Unable to resist smiling at her enthusiasm, I answered "Well, maybe we
can try it later. I've still got plenty to do for today, remember."
Just then, I felt myself slip from between Evette's lips. Casandra
must have seen it happen because she turned her head to look and see
who else had been busy with me. With no reason not to look myself, I
shifted my attention to where Evette was raising herself up again. She
saw us looking at her and started to blush; next to me, I heard
Casandra tell her "No, don't be embarrassed. I'll be doing it, too,
soon enough."
Somewhat reassured, Evette managed to smile at both of us before
moving away from me. Casandra and I faced each other again, and she
told me "Really... I want to learn as much about this as I can with you
-- not just what MY orgasms can be like, but what I can do to make guys
feel good, and really seeing what happens when you climax, and what
helps get you excited, and what makes ME excited. I know we can't do
it today, but I DO want it to happen. Even... even if it was just you,
you know, tutoring me, kinda."
It was certainly an interesting prospect, having some private time
with her; but all I did was tell her "That's something we can work out
later -- after you've thought about it some more, and when you're
really sure."
I could see in her eyes that she understood that not only was I giving
her the opportunity to let the matter drop, I was making it clear that
it was up to her to make sure of what she wanted before she approached
me again. She nodded her agreement before telling me "That's fine",
and a couple of moments later, adding "I think I'd better go talk to
Evette, and remind her that I'm next to do that with you, so she
doesn't worry about us seeing her."
I leaned forward to give her a soft kiss on the cheek, then patted her
butt when she got to her knees and started to make her way to where
Evette was sitting.
Without the stimulation that I'd been getting, it didn't take long for
my erect cock to deflate back to something close to normal size. While
that was happening, I took the opportunity to look around. Celia and
Darci had apparently decided to branch out and find pleasure with
another partner: Darci was cuddling with Nawar while Celia and
Kathrine snuggled. Neither pair of girls appeared to have either the
interest or energy to pay any attention to me. From the look of
things, Mallory and Tenisha had both been aroused by watching Casandra
and me, and elected to address the matter directly. Other than giving
me lopsided grins, neither had an visible reaction when they saw me
looking at them.
Sharla was sitting by herself, as well, but didn't seem to have gotten
involved with anything. When she saw me looking at her, she got up and
came over to sit next to me. I sat up, too, and turned so that we were
generally facing each other.
Looking at her closely, there seemed to be something on her mind;
rather than make her nervous, I simply sat there in companionable
silence with her until she indicated she was ready.
It ended up taking several minutes before she opened her mouth to tell
me "I've been thinking about this oral sex stuff. Not just now, or
today, but ever since the first time we started talking about it in
class."
I nodded for her to continue, and she went on to say "At first, I
thought it sounded pretty gross; but then when it was just some of us
talking about it, it sounded like it might even be okay. Then I'd
start thinking about it again, and I'd go back to thinking that it was
kinda nasty. Except we'd talk about it some more, and it wouldn't seem
so bad again. I keep going back and forth between wanting to know what
it's like, and not wanting to do it. I've watched the others when
they've been with you -- you know, them doing stuff with you, and what
you were doing to them -- and now I'm even more confused about all of
it. I... I was kinda hoping that it would be okay if I talked to you
about it so you could maybe help me figure it out, and feel better."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll try to talk you into doing something you
maybe don't want to do?", I asked.
She gave me a dismissive wave of her hand before answering "No, not
even a little bit. You've already told all of us that we don't have to
do anything we really don't want to, and I know that you really meant
that and that you wouldn't push me about any of this. I just need to
talk with somebody so I can figure out what I really think and feel
about it. We all know that we can come to you about stuff and you'll
help us think about it without trying to get us to choose one way or
the other."
I felt no small measure of pride at hearing that the girls in my class
trusted me that much. It also made me that much more determined to do
just what Sharla thought I would: help her find a solution to her
problem without bias either direction.
"Okay", I began, "let's start by asking some of the more obvious questions."
She nodded, and I went through the process of finding out that being
naked with me didn't bother her, nor did each of us seeing or touching
the other's parts. She wasn't embarrassed or concerned about her own
physical development. While she wasn't wild about the idea of having a
penis in her mouth, she wasn't particularly against it, either. Ditto
for a guy doing the equivalent things to (and with) her. I continued
asking questions to try and find out what might be going on with her;
as I did, I not only paid attention to what she said, but how --
whether she was quick or slow to answer, her tone of voice, body
language, any faces she made or changes in expression, and so on. It
was a good fifteen minutes before I was finally ready to tell her
"Sharla, the way it sounds to me is that what the REAL problem is is
that you're basically just nervous or afraid of actually trying either
one of the things we're doing today. I think what's going on is that
you've been telling yourself it's okay to try and be brave or grown up
enough to actually do this stuff; and then when you start to get
unsure or scared, you begin giving yourself a lot of reasons why you
shouldn't. It's kind of like you're mostly balanced on a tightrope
between each side, but you can't help swaying one way or the other. If
you jump off the wire one direction, you'll be ashamed about being
afraid and worried you'll never find out what this stuff is like; but
if you jump off the other direction, you're afraid you won't like it,
but still have to do it all the time."
"So what do I do?", she demanded. "It sounds like whichever one I
choose, I still have to jump... and I don't know what'll happen!"
"I think that a lot of the problem is that you think that whichever
one you choose, it's all or nothing, and that's it, forever. Except
that isn't how it works. You don't have to do any more of anything
than you really WANT to, and the only things that 'have' to happen are
the ones you say are okay. And whatever happens here today doesn't
have to be how things are for you for the rest of you life unless
that's the choice and decision you make. Sharla, the choices you make
are ALWAYS up to you, and you're always free to change your mind at
any time and for any reason. You can decide that you only want certain
things now, today, and choose just the opposite later. If you do
change your mind about things, it's good to say something to anybody
else that's involved so they don't get confused or misunderstand what
you want -- but for whatever choices there are for you, it should be
YOU that decides."
"What do you think I should do?"
"No, I'm not going to answer that; whatever your decision is, you have
to make it for YOUR reasons, not mine. But I will make one suggestion:
don't ever make a decision based on what other people might have told
you or what you think -- either one of those could be wrong for any one
of a BUNCH of reasons. Only consider the things that you know when you
have to make a choice about what to do. Even if the decision you reach
turns out to be wrong, you'll still know why it was wrong, and be able
to learn from it."
I could see from her expression that she wasn't happy that I'd
declined to answer her question... but she wasn't surprised, either. As
I looked at her, I could see her getting more and more lost in her own
thoughts -- which was fine with me; I welcomed the opportunity to
"catch my breath", as it were. I simply sat there patiently for the
next couple of minutes as she worked out what she wanted to do.
When she spoke again, it was to tell me "Okay, I know what I want to
do. What you said to me about being scared and nervous was right: I
have been, both of those. While I was thinking, just now, I realized
that I'm always going to feel like that until I do actually try any of
that stuff. What I've seen and heard -- I mean, myself, today, so I
KNOW -- is that what you do would probably feel pretty good to me, so
I'm not afraid of that part. I'm still not sure about the other -- me
doing stuff to you -- but I'm going to at least try it so I really know
what it's all about. I'm not going to stop just because it's new or
different, either; I'll only stop if I honestly don't like it after
doing it for a little while. Maybe I won't want to do all of it; or
maybe I won't want to do ANY of it ever again... but it'll be because I
actually know why, and not just scared about it."
"Sharla, that's all I, or anyone else, can reasonably ask from you:
that you at least TRY. I know you well enough that I'm sure that
you'll give things a fair chance before making a decision."
From the pleased expression she got, I knew that she felt as though
I'd just praised her; looking back on it, I realize that I did.
She was still looking at me when she told me "I'm ready to, uh, learn
about oral sex from you, now. I mean, whenever you want to."
After re-capping my bottle of water and setting it aside, I answered
her by saying "I'd like that. Is there anything I should know?",
reminding her that she could set limits on what I did, and where.
She gave me a surprisingly shy smile before responding with "No, there
isn't. I, uh, saw how you were with Casandra at first, so I know I
don't have to worry about anything."
I smiled back, then held my hand out palm up. It took her a couple of
seconds to understand that I wanted HER hand. She put her hand in
mine, then watched as I lifted it to my lips and kissed it before
giving it a gentle squeeze and telling her "I want you to know that
I'm not going to do anything to betray the trust you're showing me,
and that I'm honored that you DO trust me that much. What I said to
you about being free to change your mind works here and now, too. I'll
stop whatever I'm doing just as soon as you let me know; the only
'why' I need is that that's what you want, and I promise you that I
won't be upset even a little bit, or in ANY way."
Knowing what had been going through her mind, I committed myself to
not doing anything to rush or force her in ANY way. Accordingly, I
took my time about leaning forward and placing a soft, brief kiss on
her forehead. When I pulled back from that, I could see in her eyes
that she was touched by the gesture, and that it had calmed the little
bit of nervousness she'd still had.
When I leaned toward her again, she didn't dawdle about doing the
same; nor was there any hesitation about letting my lips meet hers.
Our kiss was still soft, but lasted quite a bit longer than I expected
it would. A few more such osculations later, I finally reached out to
put a hand on her hip. She didn't shy away from my touch in the
slightest, and I began lightly caressing the soft skin under my hand
and fingers. After a couple more kisses, I started to slowly expand
the range of my touch -- only to be pleased when she managed to scoot
herself closer to me so that I didn't have to reach so far... and could
include more of her smooth body.
As our kisses progressed, they became firmer and more intense. While
that was happening, I got my other hand involved in learning what I
could about her lithe young body; when I finally moved my hands up her
sides so that my thumbs were just short of making contact with the
start of the swell of her breasts, she surprised me again with a
slight pressure against my hands to let me know that she wanted me to
touch them. Again, to keep from moving things too quickly, I did as
she indicated -- but patiently, by simply caressing her breasts with my
thumbs along the way toward rubbing them across her nipples. That was
followed by slowly shifting my hands until I was able to cup her warm,
firm mammaries with them. A slight increase in the rapidity of her
breathing and the hardening of her nipples told me that she liked
having my hands where they were.
As pleasant and entertaining as it was to have my hands on her
breasts, they weren't the only part of her that I paid attention to.
It didn't take me long to discover that her cute little ass was as
tight and firm as I'd thought the first day of class... as well as being
nicely rounded and delightfully smooth. My fingertips also wandered
through the dark forest covering her mons. Though I didn't extend my
reach to include the area between her slender thighs, I still took
advantage of the opportunity to learn that her pubic thatch wasn't the
result of her trimming it, and that it was thick and soft.
In between the two, I was almost as happy to be able to savor the
expanse of skin that was available to me.
Without much encouragement from me, there came the point that Sharla
was ready to increase the intensity of our kisses even more by briefly
touching my lips with her tongue. I responded in kind, and it didn't
take but a few seconds for the two to become engaged in a friendly
wrestling match. It was only then that I let my hand drift low enough
on her body that I could slowly ease my hand between her silken
thighs, giving her plenty of time to let me know if she objected.
She didn't, and as I went about learning her particulars, I kept my
actions slow and gentle so she'd know that I was keeping my promise.
Even so, it didn't take me long to use the end of my finger to find
out that her labia were somewhat short and thick, and the area between
them damp. When I lightly ran the pad of my finger across her opening,
I was surprised at the amount of heat that seemed to radiate from her.
Once I was confident that I had a good idea of what I could look
forward to, I "backed off" a little bit and returned to letting my
fingertips wander through the hair on her lower belly -- how soft and
thick it was actually kind of fascinated me.
Sharla's arousal continued to grow as our kissed deepened and I
tenderly molested her young form. I'd already detected the sweet/spicy
scent that I knew was hers alone when she ended our kissing to tell me
"I... I want to find out about the other part now... what it's like when
you use your mouth on me..."
My response was to simply shift my body a bit, then lay down on my
back. With that accomplished, all I had to do was guide her into
position over my face with a few gentle nudges. She looked down at my
head between her knees and waited patiently and unconcerned as I took
a few seconds to try and memorize the sight of her: the way her pubic
hair quickly thinned as it approached the entrance to her womanhood,
and how I could easily discern the edges of her inner lips nestled in
the cleft of her sex. I didn't have to look too closely to see that
they were faintly glistening with her oils, or that her clitoris was
already starting to make an appearance. Lifting my head, I used my
nose to part the sparse fringe at the bottom of her slit before
fastening my mouth over the area shielding her labia. I let my tongue
delve between the fleshy flaps bracketing her opening to get my first
taste of her essence. As pleasant as the smell of her increasing
arousal had been, getting to taste the source of it was even better:
although her young woman's juices were slightly thicker than I'd ever
experienced, they were still light enough to let me savor her unique
chemistry. Almost as soon as I'd gotten my mouth on Sharla's mons, I
felt Casandra's hand take gentle hold of my penis.
The next time I touched my tongue to her, it was to slip it between
her inner lips and try to worm the tip of it through the tight ring of
her vaginal entrance. It didn't work, but it was fun trying; she
closed her eyes and released a soft moan, telling me that she
appreciated the effort. From there, it was on to do pretty much what I
had with the others, only with a little more patience. While I was
doing that, I was also availing myself of the opportunity to check out
as much of her as I could reach -- which was pretty much all of her.
With her kneeling over my face, I was able to leave my fingerprints
all over her tight little ass, and give her ample breasts the
attention they deserved, between bouts of simply caressing her soft,
smooth skin.
Parallel with my activities, Casandra was engaged with learning the
things that SHE wanted to know. She wasn't the slightest bit bashful
about stroking my cock until I was fully erect, then taking as much of
it as she could into her mouth. Holding me there, she first tried to
find out what kinds of things she could do with her tongue; following
that, she patiently went about finding out what she could do with it
that would work on ME. I don't know for certain, but the pace and
types of things that she did make me believe that she was simply
trying to learn what worked best, rather than deliberately trying to
stimulate and arouse me. Even as she used one hand to hold my cock
steady, she was using the other to investigate and monitor my balls.
The end result was that even though she was moving me toward a climax,
it wasn't happening quickly enough to present any kind of problem.
As my efforts at Sharla's crotch had more and more effect, I was
proportionally more willing to try different things and with less
delay between them. In addition to what I was doing with my mouth at
her pelvis, I was experimenting with what I could do with my hands at
her bust. Just softly stroking her mammaries pleased her, as did
gently holding and squeezing them; it was when I'd advanced to finding
out what worked with her nipples that I really began to get the kind
of reaction that I was after.
Lightly twisting and pulling on her stiff nipples definitely added to
her arousal; further experimentation taught me that she welcomed
surprisingly firm actions on my part to fuel the flames of her
increasing desire. When I went on to begin pinching them, there was a
significant increase in the amount of her juices that leaked through
her opening for me to collect. I could only imagine what her response
might be if I ever got the opportunity to suck on the peaks of her
breasts while "chewing" on her nipples at the same time -- and truly
wished I'd get the chance to find out. I was certain that it would be
something to behold.
About the time that I'd reached that point with Sharla, I realized
that Casandra had progressed, as well. No longer content to simply
hold me in her mouth and use her tongue, she was actively sliding her
lips up and down my length while trying various combinations and
variations of suction, tightness of her lips, tongue action, twisting
her head, and how much of my penis to apply them to. At one point, she
damn near managed to take almost my entire length while her tongue
simulated the movement of a snake along the underside. To say that it
was "pleasant" would be an understatement of colossal proportions.
Thankfully, once she had an idea of how much of an impact something
had, she'd move on to try something else. It didn't do me a whole lot
of good, but it helped.
Knowing what worked best on Sharla, I figured my best bet would be to
go ahead and get her off rather than risk having Casandra forget that
she was supposed to limit her activities. With that in mind, I kept my
hands busy on Sharla's breasts most of the time; I still shifted my
attentions around (maybe half the remaining time spent enjoying the
feel of her ass) while keeping my face fused to her pelvis. Sharla's
arousal steadily increased as a result, as did the amount of her
nectar available to me.
After just a few minutes of that, I found myself wondering which was
going to happen first: me telling Casandra she needed to "back off" a
little bit, or Sharla having what promised to be a noteworthy orgasm.
Trying to avoid the first, I concentrated on making the second happen
by increasing my energies at Sharla's breasts -- and more particularly,
her nipples. As I expected, that dramatically increased Sharla's
pleasure and moved her more and more quickly toward an orgasm.
I could feel my balls just starting to draw up when I was able to push
(nudge was probably more like it) Sharla over the edge with a
combination of softly sucking on her clitoris while firmly pinching
and pulling on her erect nipples. She cried out just ahead of the
first wave of pleasure to wash over her; thankfully, it wasn't as loud
as I was afraid it was going to be. Her clit went back into hiding, so
I fastened my mouth over her opening and gently tried to suck whatever
I could of her juices out of her... while continuing to stimulate her
nipples.
My attentions to the hard peaks of her breasts prolonged Sharla's
pleasure, but couldn't keep it from ending. After I'd felt a faint
shudder run through her with nothing following it for several seconds,
I made one last pass across her virginal opening with my tongue before
letting my head rest on the floor again. I also kept my hands on her
mammaries in case she needed any support, but stopped tweaking her
nipples. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and looked down at
me before saying "I thought what you'd do would feel good -- but not
like that! That felt GREAT!", followed a moment later with "Um, if you
don't mind... I... I think I need to sit down. I'm feeling kinda weak..."
I slid my hands from her breasts to her ass, then gave her a little
pat before answering "That's fine, Sharla -- whatever you need to do."
Visibly relieved, she needed only minimal guidance in moving off of me
without accidentally kneeing or kicking me. After she'd sat down
closer to me than I'd expected, I heard someone softly say something;
when I looked in the direction the sound had seemed to come from, I
saw Tenisha lifting her head from next to Casandra's. A moment later,
Casandra slowly (and with palpable reluctance) slid her lips off of
me. When she'd sat up again, Casandra turned to look at me with her
delight and satisfaction that she'd had her desired effect on me as
obvious as it could be. In answer to the (almost) shit-eating grin she
had, I gave her a smile and a small nod.
I took a minute or so to gather myself together before sitting up
again, and turning to face Sharla. That left me almost knees-to-knees
with her, which I hoped would be enough to tell the others that she
and I needed a little more time together.
Sharla was noticeably more "with it" and energized, and waited only a
few seconds to tell me "I meant what I said -- about what you did being
great, I mean. I don't think that was THE strongest orgasm I've ever
had, but it was definitely one of the best. I, uh, I was kind of
afraid that you wouldn't touch me... my boobs, I mean... the, um, way I
like. From what most of the other girls I've heard talking about stuff
like, I think maybe I'm kind of... different about what's okay to do
with my nipples. But you weren't afraid to find out what I like and
then, um, DO it so that I'd feel good, too; and I'm really glad you
did. You didn't act like there was anything wrong with me, or
anything."
"Sharla, there isn't anything wrong with you. Different? Yeah, sure --
but nothing that makes you any stranger than any other girl. You've
got all the right parts in all the right places; believe me, I checked
very carefully!" -- which earned me an amused smile before she answered
"Yeah, I kinda noticed!" -- "so there's nothing for you to worry about
on THAT. What you want to do, or have done with, those parts is
entirely up to you. Okay?"
After she gave me a pleased smile of relief and a nod, I reached out
for my bottle of water. After opening it, I managed to get barely a
single swallow out of it. Seeing that it was empty, Sharla immediately
asked "Can I get you another one?"
"If you want to", I answered. She simply stood up and took the empty
(and cap) from me before heading over to where the fridge was.
When I turned back from watching her walk away (her ass was simply
pure poetry in motion), I saw Casandra standing nearby. I looked up at
her, and she asked "If you and Sharla are done, can we talk for a
second?"
I simply gestured toward the empty space in front of me, and she
quickly moved to settle herself cross-legged in front of me. I don't
know if she did it deliberately or not (I suspect so), but that left
me with a clear view of her parted and shiny labia.
As entrancing as the sight was, I didn't dawdle over it. I looked into
her eyes, and listened as she told me "I... I'm sorry about, um, getting
carried away. You know, what I was doing with you while you were with
Sharla. I knew it was more than I needed to do, or even SHOULD have
done. I think maybe I made it tougher for you to help Sharla, and I
want to apologize for that."
Sharla showed up just then with my water; after she'd handed it to me
and I'd thanked her, she calmly moved toward where Evette was sitting.
Looking back at Casandra, I told her "It's okay. Yes, you were
stimulating me more than you probably should have. It even DID make
things a little more difficult for me. But it wasn't enough that it
really interfered, so there's no harm done. You know you shouldn't
have done it, and you've apologized; that's all I need. If I can make
a suggestion?"
"Please!"
"Don't bother saying anything to Sharla. She couldn't have known
anything about what you were doing to ME, so trying to apologize to
her about something she didn't know about might only bring up more
questions than answers. You understand?"
It took a second for Casandra to realize what I was getting at: that
an apology to Sharla would prompt an inquiry as to WHY she was saying
she was sorry -- and that the answer to that question could prove
problematic.
Blushing slightly, she answered "Uh, yeah, I do."
Keeping my voice soft and level, I told her "Instead of thinking about
who to apologize to afterwards, I find it better to avoid doing things
that I need to apologize for. Saves a lot of time, hurt feelings, and
embarrassment."
Her blush deepened before she responded "Yeah, I can see how it would;
and I will remember that."
I waited to see if there was anything else; apparently, there wasn't --
after several seconds, she got up and went over to where Celia was
sitting.
Looking around, I could see that Darci and Nawar looked to be getting
started on something. They were both stretched out next to each other,
and totally occupied with kissing while their hands slowly wandered
over each other's bodies. Even as I watched, Nawar's hand disappeared
between the two of them, shortly followed by Darci raising a leg and
draping it across both of Nawar's. The angle they were at, I couldn't
see where Nawar's hand had gone, but when Darci began arching her
hips, I figured I had a pretty good idea. Kathrine and Mallory were
content to simply lean back on their arms and talk to each other;
Casandra and Celia were chatting about something, as well. Tenisha was
sitting on one side of me; she saw me looking at her and smiled. I
smiled back, and when she looked at me questioningly, I simply shook
my head. It didn't appear that any of them way paying the slightest
bit of attention to what any of the others was doing -- nor cared.
Though I was careful not to stare, I got a lot of pleasure for the
next several minutes from simply being able to look at all of them. I
could make out Kathrine and Mallory's bushes, as well as the naked
forms and exposed breasts of all of them but Darci (who was mostly
facing away from me, and giving me a delightful view of her ass,
instead). As I tried to will my cock back into something approximating
normal condition, I had plenty of opportunity to marvel at just how
damn lucky I was to have taken THAT particular job, and then gotten
them as my class. Not just for the intelligence and character that all
of them showed, but that they would trust and respect me enough to be
willing to share themselves with me the way they were. And unless I
was grossly misunderstanding some of the things that I was hearing,
there was a better than even chance that some of them would be more
than agreeable to learning even more about physical intimacy with me.
I wasn't going to try to start anything with any of them, but wasn't
going to shy away from it any more, either.
Soon enough, I was ready for things to start moving again. When Sharla
and Evette saw me looking around again, they both stood up; Evette
came over to sit next to me while Sharla got herself settled across
from Tenisha.
When I looked at Evette, I saw that she appeared to be a trifle
nervous. I'm not sure what it was, but I got the idea that she wasn't
concerned about what she must know I was going to do, but something
else. I figured I might as well help her learn that it was okay to
talk about things with someone she was about to be intimate with, I
asked her straight out: "You look a little nervous about something.
What is it?"
She lowered her head for a few moments, then raised it up again to
tell me "I am, kinda. I'm not afraid of what you're going to do with
me, or anything; I'm just a little worried about it, is all."
"If you're a little worried, then it isn't an 'is all', Evette. Can
you tell me what's going on? So I can maybe help?"
"I guess you know I was kinda having a hard time. What I was doing
with you, I mean. It seemed like it was taking me longer to learn how
to do stuff than it did for the others, and that makes me feel bad...
like maybe I'm not doing things right, or that I might not like what
YOU do as much as the others. I still want to find out what it's like,
I'm just not so sure it'll be as good for me as it was for them."
Taking her soft hands in mine, I looked into her eyes as I told her
"Evette, it's okay. Yeah, I figured you were having a little trouble
with what you were doing. But I want you to remember that you DID get
the kind of results you wanted, didn't you?"
She managed to give me a small grin as she answered "Well, yeah..."
"Then that's all that really matters. I know it was something new for
you, so there shouldn't be anything about it that you should worry
about. Even if you don't know what was making it tough for you, there
could be any number of things that it could have been without you
realizing it. But you didn't give up, and you weren't afraid to keep
trying things. You CERTAINLY didn't do anything to hurt me, and what
you were doing DID feel good. Sometimes, it just happens that there's
something that each person has a tough time really learning at the
beginning. It doesn't mean that they can't learn, only that they need
a little more time before they're as good as someone else. At first,
you were the same way with physics" -- she'd come in dead last in the
how-far-will-it-go vehicle test -- "but you studied harder and now
you're as good as anyone else."
Reminded of that, she relaxed a little more and her smile got a bit
wider before I told her "As for what happens next, with me and you,
I'll remind you that this is something I already know about. All you
have to do is be willing to let me help you find out what you like.
I've got a pretty good idea of what I can do that will help you feel
good, if you'll let me; and I'm willing to do what I can for as long
as I need to. So there's nothing to worry about there, either, okay?"
She nodded to me happily, and I finished by saying "All I need from
you is to know if there's anything you need or want me to do, or not
do."
"No, there's nothing you need to be careful about. I've seen how you
were with most of the others, so I'm not worried about THAT. And the
only things that I think I'd need you to do, I already know you'll do
them -- like being nice, and patient, and stuff like that."
"So you're okay, now?", I asked.
She graced me with a lovely smile before answering "Yeah, I'm okay now."
I only had to look into her eyes to see the truth of that; the next
thing for me to do was lean forward and softly touch my lips to hers.
It was a fairly brief kiss, but I tried to make it as inviting as I
could. When I pulled my head back, I could tell that I'd at least
started to get the desired effect... which was all I needed to try it
again.
Evette leaned forward slightly in welcome, and I let the kiss continue
until she indicated she was ready for it to end. The next one was even
longer, and she didn't react when I put my hand on her waist.
Only after we'd kissed a couple more times did I begin softly
caressing her side, from breast level to waist. Another kiss, and my
other hand began to mirror the actions of the first -- and Evette began
to get more involved in our kisses.
I certainly didn't "push" her, but I didn't wait for an engraved
invitation to start easing my hands closer and closer to her breasts --
and then on them. Her response was to lean forward a trifle more,
pressing them into my hands. As I carefully mapped their surfaces with
my fingertips, it was Evette that invited my tongue to dance with
hers. Cupping her warm, firm bust in my hand, I learned that each of
her breasts filled my hands quite nicely while leaving her
chocolate-brown nipples exposed to my caressing thumbs. It couldn't
have taken a minute of that for her breathing begin to quicken even
more than it already had, and for her to finally begin exploring MY
body.
When her hand eventually dipped low enough for her to take my cock in
her hand, I reciprocated in kind... but giving her time to object, if
she wanted. She apparently didn't want, and it wasn't long before my
fingertips were nestled in the wispy sparseness that reached only a
little way beyond her mons. Her pubic hair was incredibly soft, and
sparse enough that I had little trouble feeling the skin underneath.
As my hand eased lower, she spread her legs as best she could so as to
open herself to me even more.
Slowly and gently, so she'd know I was being careful, I was able to
lay my finger along the cleft of her sex, then draw the tip of it
upwards between her labia. Though she didn't seem to be quite as wet
as some of the others, there was still no doubting that she was
feeling aroused. Soft and patient caresses helped me find out that her
labia were slightly long, but thin and soft; the tiny nugget of her
clitoris proved to be very sensitive, drawing a soft groan of pleasure
from her when I traced a fingertip across it ever so lightly. I
checked a few more times during my investigations of her womanhood,
knowing that she was getting more and more aroused, but didn't notice
any significant or dramatic increase in the oils that I KNEW she had
to be producing.
We'd given up kissing in favor of her letting me nibble and softly
suck on various bits of her shoulders, neck, and ears while she softly
moaned and continued to run her hands over my body -- mostly my chest.
I'd just quit nibbling on her earlobe with my lips when I whispered to
her "Are you ready to find out what else I can do?"
She managed a gasped "Yes!", and I took a moment to make sure where
and how I was going to lay down before backing away from her. Once I
was stretched out on my back, I put my hands on her hips; it took only
the gentlest of nudges to get her moving toward me. When she was close
enough, I slid my hands down and around to her cute fanny so I could
use her tight little buns to direct her into position. As I did, I had
ample opportunity to look at the area between her silken thighs.
Sparse as her pubic hair was, I didn't have any trouble seeing that my
finger had accurately relayed the size and shape of her labia; what it
hadn't been able to pass along was that her inner lips were a lighter
shade of brown along their edges. They were still straight and
unwrinkled, just tinged with a lighter color than her puckered areolas
and erect nipples.
She was leaning forward slightly and had her hands in my hair when I
lifted my head, and I heard her gasp slightly at the first contact of
my mouth on the mound of her sex. I started by simply drawing my
tongue upwards along her cleft, then doing it again a couple of
millimeters deeper. It took only a few such passes before I got my
first taste of her -- slightly musky, but also faintly sweet; the
little bit of her juices that I was able to collect were light and
thin, but with a decidedly oily feel to them.
While I was busy with that, Sharla got her hand around my cock and
began stroking me. She was attentive to what she was doing, and
readily found a combination of touch and speed that worked. I was
perhaps only half-erect when I felt her warm mouth surround the head
of my stiffening penis. She was a trifle hesitant at first, but as she
began her oral efforts, my reaction made it clear that she was getting
things right. That was all she needed to know, and from that point on,
she wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to do or try pretty much
anything.
Between Evette's thighs, there came the time that I was finally able
to use the tip of my tongue to probe the entrance to her vagina.
Knowing that I couldn't deflower her that way, I wasn't reluctant to
try and see if I couldn't get a better idea of just how aroused she
was. Gently at first, then with progressively more pressure, I tried
to see if I couldn't get my tongue at least partway into her... and
couldn't. The ring of her opening was simply that small and tight.
After a little additional testing with my tongue, and the way her body
felt under my hands, I didn't think that she was deliberately clamping
down or holding herself closed; she was simply THAT small and tight.
Still, I did manage to get her opened up a little bit, so that more of
her tasty essence leaked out.
From those humble beginnings, it was on to finding out what things I
could do that she liked, and how much.
As I applied the different oral techniques I'd learned and developed,
I found out that Evette invariably liked the things that I did to and
with her erecting clitoris -- circling it with my tongue, giving it
little licks like a tiny ice cream cone, softly fluttering my tongue
across it, and so on. Activities involving her labia were pretty much
null; they didn't add anything to her arousal, but didn't detract from
it, either. What really seemed to work for her, though, was when I got
involved with the entrance to her womanhood: licking across and at it
slowly had more and more effect on her; even more so when I would make
another attempt to worm my tongue into her even farther.
That latter effort brought a couple of benefits. First, it
dramatically added to her arousal and excitement; second, I was
gradually getting her opened up a little more each time, which let
more and more of her juices flow out to where I could gather them with
my tongue... which, in turn, added even MORE to her pleasure.
While I was keeping my mouth and tongue busy between Evette's thighs,
and my hands occupied with her body, I could periodically spare my
attention to monitor what Sharla was doing. Thankfully, she was a lot
more like Tenisha than Kathrine or Casandra: interested in learning
what she could do and how to do it well, but not to excess or
obsessing about it. I didn't have any doubts that I'd be able to bring
Evette to an orgasm well before Sharla got me unduly excited.
With my mouth securely fastened to Evette's pelvis, I had ample
opportunity to familiarize myself with her young body. Her skin was as
soft and smooth as any I'd ever felt, and somehow cool under my touch.
The globes of her ass weren't quite as rounded as most of the other
girls', but certainly shaped well enough for my tastes -- goodness
knows, I kept holding it in my hands often enough. What really
delighted me, though, was her bust: it was slightly fuller than what
I'd seen on most Asian women, with each of her pale orbs slightly
overflowing the hand that cupped it. My fingertips could easily
discern where her areolas started, and as her excitement increased, so
did the length of her hardening nipples. By the time they'd gotten as
hard as I figured they could get, they were easily half again as long
as any of the girls that I'd gotten to touch thus far. The idea of
being able to feel them grazing against my chest while I fucked her
appealed to me tremendously; and it was thoughts like that one that
kept me going back to trying to see if I couldn't get just a little
more of my tongue into her over and over again...
Even though I was enjoying having Evette's tasty snatch to feast on,
and wasn't having any problems from what Sharla was doing (it
certainly felt good, but not THAT good), it seemed worthwhile to avoid
getting a case of "blue balls" before getting off with Nawar if I
could. Accordingly, I gradually increased my efforts at not merely
pleasing Evette, but getting her off. I certainly didn't rush things,
however. During my last "break", I'd seen that we'd used barely half
the time available just before Evette had sat next to me. So I wasn't
particularly concerned about time as I slowly toggled between Evette's
sensitive little clitoris and the wellspring of her nectar as part of
gradually (but steadily) ratcheting her to progressively higher levels
of excitement -- something that was proving to be much less difficult
than I'd been concerned it would be.
Evette had a near death-grip on my head, and was making little mewling
noises while slowly trying to squeeze her thighs together when I
judged that she was on the verge of having her climax. Knowing that it
would disappear when her orgasm started, I was paying special
attention to her clit to finish things up for her when it happened:
suddenly freezing in place over me, Evette got completely silent just
ahead of my feeling a slight wetness on my chin. The sensitive little
nubbin of her clitoris quickly hid under its fleshy covering, leaving
me free to shift my attentions a little farther down -- as much to try
and figure out what the moisture had been as to do what I could to
prolong her orgasm by prodding at her opening again.
As it turned out, what I'd felt on my chin had apparently been some of
her juices being pushed out by the first spasm of her vagina. When I
was able to tease her opening again, I was surprised to discover that
I could get it to open up noticeably more than I had before... at least,
until another spasm coursed through her, causing it to clamp down and
push my tongue out again. However, it wasn't a complete disappointment
from my perspective, since the increase in the size of her opening
(coupled with the clenching of her vagina) was releasing small waves
of her essence for me to lap up before getting her to open up again.
We went through that cycle a half-dozen times or so, with the last few
of them progressively milder than the previous ones (and with
proportionally smaller samples of her nectar being released). All
things considered, I wasn't too terribly disappointed.
Although I knew that Evette was certainly fit and healthy, the power
of the climax she'd just experienced had seemed fairly high; so I
moved my hands from her hips to her sides, even with her breasts. That
turned out to have been a good idea, since she nearly fell over a few
seconds later. I was able to prevent that calamity, and was surprised
when Kathrine and Mallory showed up. After Kathrine told me "Here,
we'll take care of her..." they provided the support she needed so I
could release her and get my arms out of the way. As I was doing that,
Evette's eyes opened -- though she didn't seem to have much of a grasp
of what was going on. I watched as Kathrine and Mallory went on to
help guide Evette (who seemed to be able to support herself, but not
steadily) off of me and then over to where she could sit or lay down.
She opted for the latter, and the other two provided whatever help she
needed.
Before I could shift my attention from Evette, I felt Sharla's mouth
slide up, then off, my erect penis. When I lifted my head to look at
her, I could see that she was pleased with what she'd accomplished and
satisfied that she'd reached whatever goals she'd set for herself. I
can assure you that I certainly didn't have any complaints!
I sat up enough to support myself with my arms, and wiped off the
little bit of Evette's juices that were on my chin before reaching for
my bottle of water. Sharla glanced over at me, and I gave her a smile
and nod of my head to confirm for her that she'd done just fine. I
could see that my acknowledgment pleased her as she smiled back, then
licked her lips and gave me a surprisingly lusty grin.
I looked around, and saw that Evette appeared to be pretty much back
in control of her faculties. Kathrine was still nearby, but didn't
hesitate to find somewhere else to go when I moved close enough that
Evette and I could have a quiet chat.
Looking into her lovely eyes, I told her "I'm sorry if I made that too
much for you."
She hastened to tell me "Oh, no, it wasn't too much -- really! It was
way better than almost anything else I've had, but it wasn't too much.
Why would you think that it was?"
"Well, you were kind of weak and 'out of it' afterwards...", I pointed out.
Grinning shyly, she answered "Um, I'm pretty much always like that,
afterwards. Not as much as just now, but not a LOT less. Honest, what
you were doing felt great, and I really liked it... a lot. But I guess
you know that."
"Yeah, I did kinda figure it out", I teased, and earning myself a slight blush.
"I didn't know if anything like that was going to happen for me, at
first -- you know, before we talked, I mean. But after we were kissing,
and the way you were touching me and everything, I knew that I didn't
have to worry about it... and I was right. Some of what you did didn't
really do anything for me, and you didn't just keep doing them; you
just went on to see if there was anything else that I'd like better.
The stuff you were doing with my clitoris, it made me feel real
excited; but it was when I could feel you trying to get your tongue
inside me that really hit me. I knew you couldn't actually take my
cherry that way, but it sure felt like you were trying, and that just...
HIT me, somehow, and made what I was feeling even deeper."
"I could tell that it was doing something more for you -- that's why I
kept doing it. Well, that, and it was fun for me, too!"
"I kinda figured it was something like that. I mean, I could tell that
you weren't just doing things to try and make me feel good; that you
actually liked it, too. Knowing that you wanted to do that stuff with
me just made it even better, and made me feel good inside. In my
heart, I mean", she answered, finishing with a faint blush.
"I'm glad to hear that", I told her. "When you're with somebody else
like that, you SHOULD only do the things that you want. Even though I
told all of you that the idea behind oral sex is to make the other
person feel good, it shouldn't be at the expense of doing things that
you don't like or don't want to do."
She nodded her understanding, and when I moved my head close to hers,
willingly brought her lips into contact with mine in a kiss that was
no less tender and affectionate for its brevity. Afterwards, we gave
each other a small smile before I shifted around to sit up again.
While I was taking a sip of my water, a slight noise off to one side
caught my ear. When I turned to see what it was, I was greeted with
the sight of Darci and Nawar in the classic '69' position with Nawar
on top. It took me a second to realize that the noise must have been
the result of one of them doing something particularly pleasant to the
other; otherwise, they were being fairly quiet.
Curious as to how the other girls might be reacting, I had a look
around. I saw Kathrine and Celia give them a couple of looks as they
talked, but that was it. Mallory was plainly watching them; her erect
nipples and the hand between her thighs told me that she was enjoying
the show they were giving her. Casandra and Sharla were chatting
between bouts of watching, as well -- though without any visible
reaction. I was mildly surprised when I saw that Tenisha was simply
sitting off to the side, watching ME. When she saw that I was looking
at her, she appeared to be a bit discomfited. She was close enough to
hear me when I asked "You want to talk to me, and maybe tell me what's
on your mind?"
She hesitated for a bit, then gave a small shrug of her shoulders
before moving over to sit close. I simply sat there looking at her,
waiting to hear what she had to say. When she realized that I wasn't
going to try and pry information out of her, she released a soft sigh
and told me "I thought I'd be okay with all of this, but now that it's
time, I'm not so sure."
Confused, I asked "Not sure about WHAT? You've already used your mouth
on me, and from what I understand, that's something that most women
have the toughest time with."
To my surprise, she answered "No, that part wasn't hard, at all -- at
least, not for me. What I'm not sure about is what's next."
Realizing that she was likely the next one to learn about receiving
oral sex, I wanted to know "Why not? Is there something that different
about you that you don't want me to find out? Is it something you're
worried I will or won't do, or that you really won't like? What's the
story, Tenisha?"
The look she gave me let me know that she thought I was being
deliberately dense. A couple of seconds passed before she told me
"Mister Thompson, I'm Black. Nawar and Evette, they aren't exactly
White, but they're damn sure not like me. That's the story."
Well and truly baffled, I could only respond with "Yeah, you're Black.
Nawar is Pakistani, and Evette is Vietnamese. So?"
Tenisha just sat staring at me for a little bit before apparently
realizing that I honestly didn't understand what she was trying to get
at. Her sigh was appreciably louder before she told me "Mister
Thompson, you don't understand -- 'cause you aren't Black. But while I
grew up, I heard a lot of different people saying different things
that weren't nice about Black women and White men being together. Most
of it was downright mean and hurtful, even. A lot of it wasn't even
true, but that didn't stop the folks from saying stuff like they did.
I didn't grow up in a ghetto like a lot of Black kids, but I've been
around enough of them to know that the things I've heard aren't even
the worst of what some folks think and say. So I've got all of that
running around in my mind at the same time that we're doing THIS stuff
with you, and I'm just not sure it'll work out right. I mean, whatever
else is going on, I'm Black and you're White."
I actually had to think about it for a bit before I could really begin
to grasp what the problem was. I knew that there were still too many
people that thought someone with a different skin color or from a
different culture were somehow automatically inferior to them; and
even heard some so-called "jokes" of different kinds. But I'd never,
ever participated in that kind of dumbassery, or treated anyone else
in any way other than what they SHOWED me they deserved. I didn't
automatically grant absolution to people of different colors or from
other countries or cultures because of those things, but I didn't
instantly hold such things against them, either. I literally evaluated
everyone I met as an individual, independent of anyone or anything
else. Listening to what Tenisha had to say made me realize what it
must be like to be on the receiving end of that kind of ignorant
nonsense. I didn't much care for it, either.
Looking into her face, I told Tenisha "Okay, NOW I'm starting to get
what's bothering you. I can't say that I 'understand' it, because as
you correctly pointed out, I'm NOT Black. But I can tell you that I've
heard some of the stuff you told me about -- and I didn't like it even
a little bit. I'm not going to try to just tell you that it doesn't
matter to me in the slightest. What I'd like you to do, instead, is
think about how I've been: have I ever done or said anything to
indicate even a LITTLE bit that I care one way or the other about what
color anyone is? Do you think that you have ANY reason to believe that
it matters to me AT ALL whether or not anybody is from someplace else
-- whether it's a ghetto, another country, another culture, or anything
like that. Do you think someone's race or sex or sexual orientation or
religion or ANY of that makes any difference in how I think about
them? Or have I taken the time to point out whenever anybody has
gotten messed over, and why it was wrong? Tenisha, I want you to ask
yourself if you REALLY think that you being Black and me being White
actually makes any kind of difference to me about ANYTHING. Decide for
yourself whether or not you think that I'm the kind of person that
cares about stuff like that, or if I'm someone that would do what I
can to help whoever needs it."
I'd kept my voice low and calm and, other than emphasizing some words,
even. Tenisha looked at me for a few seconds before doing as I'd
asked.
I had time to go through nearly half my water before she responded by
telling me "No, you aren't anywhere NEAR being like the kinds of folks
that I've heard that other stuff from. You don't treat any of us in
your class any different except in ways that you really need to, and
when it matters. I really didn't understand that you honestly don't
care about what skin someone is wearing until I started to tell you
why I wasn't sure about doing this other part with you: you genuinely
didn't know why I was having a problem with that stuff because it
really didn't matter to YOU. And when I told you about the things I've
heard, you didn't claim to understand something you COULDN'T -- but
what you did say made me realize that you can at least appreciate what
it's like, and that's good enough."
Taking a deep breath, she went on to say "I can't say that I can put
all this other foolishness away; but I'm going to do the best I can,
at least. And I'm still not sure how it'll turn out, but now I'm a lot
more willing to at least TRY this other part. I know if it doesn't
work out okay for me, it won't be because you didn't do your best."
I considered what she'd said for a few seconds before telling her "I
hope that you ARE able to get the things you've heard out of your
mind. Maybe it would help if you remember that the folks that said
things like that don't have enough sense to see just how wrong they
are -- and that you'll realize that if they're THAT ignorant, then what
they have to say is probably wrong. Yeah, I'm going to do my best with
you, and I'm going to trust YOU to be willing to accept it. Okay?"
In addition to a nod of agreement, she gave me a smile that was a
mixture of amusement and gratitude.
The two of us sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Tenisha
told me "I... I'm ready to learn what you have to teach me, whenever you
are."
I re-capped my water and set it aside before cupping her face in my
hands so I could look into her eyes as I told her "It'll be okay,
Tenisha. You'll see."
That drew a small nod and gentle smile from her, which was all I was
waiting for. Moving my head closer to hers, I gave her a soft,
affectionate kiss. When I pulled my head back, I gently teased her by
waiting a few seconds and then observing "See? Nothing blew up, nobody
died, and the world didn't end. Maybe this okay, after all..."
She gave me a play-dirty look before laughing softly and answering
"That wasn't just okay. It was nice, even. I think the stuff I heard,
those people were maybe just talking out their butts."
I moved my hands to rest on her waist, then told her "Tenisha, the
most certain way of going wrong that I've ever seen is to take what
somebody else believes as truth. I don't mean 'believes' like
believing the Sun rises in the East, either. What I mean is something
they believe as an article of faith. The very definition of 'faith' is
to believe in something without proof or evidence. If there's
something that you think you want to do, but other people are talking
against it for some reason, I hope you'll still listen to what they
have to say -- and actually THINK about it. Are they talking from
actual experience, or just repeating something they've heard? Do they
offer any kind of proof of what they say, and if they do, does it
actually make sense and seem reasonable to you? Do they suggest or
encourage you to verify their claims yourself, independently? Have
conditions changed since they formed their beliefs? If the things
someone else says don't meet your standards for accuracy and
correctness, then don't be afraid to find out for yourself. Like for
what happens here: I'm willing to trust that you'll pay attention to
what your own body tells you feels good or bad, and that you'll listen
to your own heart about whether or not something is right or wrong,
and that you'll make up your own mind about the things you've heard
other places. You'll notice that I'm not stating that the things I say
are absolutes, either; and that I'm not trying to get you to take what
I have to say on faith. I want you to decide for yourself after you've
had the chance to THINK about what I've said, and see for yourself
whether or not I'm right. An honest person will talk to your free,
thinking MIND; anyone that isn't willing to talk to you that way is
trying to cheat you somehow. Maybe not money or a material thing, but
they're still trying to take away something that belongs to YOU -- and
I dearly hope and pray that you don't let them get away with it,
ever."
Even as I was talking, I knew that I might be saying too much; but I
really needed her to understand the nature of the "trap" she almost
fell into, so that she could protect herself against it in the future.
She looked at me in surprise for a couple of seconds, then told me "I
will. Something that most of us have noticed is that you always let us
know if whatever subject we're in is something that's based on facts
and such, like science, or if it's something where it's mostly just
people's opinions, like literature. Even when the stuff is mostly
facts, like in history, you still try to show us if there's another
way of looking at them. We all agree that you are honest with us,
because you do talk to us the way you say honest people do, and you
don't get mad or upset if we don't agree with you about something. You
just tell us that we should maybe look at some particular thing or
part of it again, and think about it some more -- and I've figured out
that you're almost always right, when you do that. That's why I am
going to listen to my body and heart and mind like you say I should...
so that I know, and not just believe."
Hearing that, I knew that I was having the kind of effect on them as a
teacher that I wanted to -- helping them learn to think and act
independently, as individuals, and not simply "going with the flow" by
becoming sheeple.
The next time I went to kiss her, it was to try and tell her how much
she meant to me using only my lips.
Judging by the way she kissed me back, she not only understood, but
returned my feelings. Our second kiss went on quite a bit longer than
the first. When our lips finally separated, I knew that both of us
were on the same "wavelength"... and that I wouldn't have any trouble
helping her to feel as good as she could about what we did.
When our lips came together again, I wasn't the least bit reluctant to
begin moving my hands on her slender frame. While her skin had a
vaguely velvety feel to it, it was still as soft and smooth as anyone
could wish for. As our kiss progressed, I gradually included more and
more of her body while being careful not to get too close to her
overtly feminine parts. After perhaps a minute or so of that, she
pulled away long enough to tell me "It's okay if you want to touch my
boobs, or... or between my legs. I want you to, even" before bringing
her lips to mine again.
With not just her permission, but her encouragement, I didn't have any
reason not to let my hands eventually include the mounds on her upper
torso that made me think of Hershey's Kisses -- only more fun.
Her breasts were sized such that when I cupped them in my hands, I
could easily trap the darker masses of her nipples between my thumbs
and the sides of my hand. Moving my thumbs perpendicular to my hands
let me gently pull on her nipples, something that drew a soft moan
from her as she pressed herself forward a bit more. I went on to
patiently map out as much of her mammaries as I could, softly covering
every square millimeter of them with my fingertips; then I checked
them for firmness, and was quite satisfied with the results, since
they felt like one of those stress-reduction squeeze toys sold to
business-people. Her nipples didn't get a whole lot longer as a result
of my investigations, but they certainly got thicker and firmer where
they stuck out from the slightly puckered flesh of her areolas. All in
all, her breasts were a delight... not just to look at, but to touch and
hold and play with.
I finished my explorations of her upper body, then casually began to
shift my attentions farther and farther down. When I got my hands on
the round globes of her ass, I was simply amazed at how soft and
smooth her ass cheeks were on the surface while being so incredibly
firm underneath. It was with reluctance that I finally eased my hands
even farther.
When Tenisha felt my hand slip off of her butt and slide around toward
her pelvis, she shifted her body slightly so that she could open
herself to my touch a little more. There was a very clear and definite
edge to the dark wedge covering her lower belly; I had to figure that
it was simply a natural phenomenon for her, since I couldn't feel any
kind of stubble or other indication that she deliberately shaped it.
As for her pubic hair itself... it was thick, kinky, and much softer to
my touch than I'd thought it would be. It didn't take much effort on
my part to work my fingertips through it to the skin underneath,
despite the fact that there was a certain "sponginess" to it that put
me in mind of how foam rubber compressed and expanded.
As I slowly moved my hand between her warm thighs, it didn't take long
for me to discover the part in her covering, and the soft labia
within. Starting from the top of her cleft where her seemingly large
clitoris was hiding, I eased my finger down and between the thin,
slightly long lips that I knew bracketed her virginity. They were
already damp, and when I finally reached the concavity where her
vagina was, I discovered that her limited dampness farther up was
simply due to the fact that the abundant liquid at her opening just
hadn't gotten that high yet. It took only a moment for me to get the
entire first digit of my finger thoroughly coated so I could use her
oils for lubrication while I teased her clitoris into making an
appearance.
It took only a few soft caresses of the hood over her clitoris for
Tenisha to open her mouth slightly and brush her tongue across my
lips. I didn't delay about responding in kind, and it didn't take long
for our tongues to begin dancing back and forth between her mouth and
mine. While that was going on, I was patiently and gently convincing
her clit to throw back it's cover and come out to play.
About the time that her clit was exposed enough for me to consider
subjecting it to some serious torment, Tenisha took her tongue back
and pulled away from me to say "All of this is feeling real good; but
I can touch myself like that. If I'm going to have a climax with you
like I want, it'll be from you doing what I can't..."
"You're ready for that?", I asked.
"You damn well know I'm ready", she declared.
I couldn't help grinning at the change in her attitude as I leaned
forward to give her a quick kiss before turning slightly and getting
myself stretched out. She didn't need to be told when I was ready for
her, and didn't need any help getting herself settled over me -- and
displayed amused tolerance when I got my hands on her ass under the
guise of "guiding" her.
With her womanhood that close to my face, I didn't have any trouble
making out the smell of her. There was a slight "earthiness" to it
that was rather pleasant, but no trace of any kind of the muskiness or
other odors I'd heard attributed to Black women. Tenisha was watching
me as I lifted my head and got my mouth fastened across the entrance
to her vagina; her juices were almost an exact match to her scent, and
just a trifle thicker than average on my tongue. She continued to
watch me until she felt my tongue make a second collection of her
nectar before closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
Just after she did that, I felt someone sit down next to me; quickly
followed by a cool hand taking gentle hold of my penis. I was fairly
certain that Darci, who I thought was supposed to be my next fellatio
student, was still involved with Nawar; my confusion was cleared up
when I remembered that Celia had been "free", and was likely filling
in until Darci and Nawar were done.
Once I'd gathered the immediately available supply of Tenisha Extract,
it was on to more "serious" matters -- such as finding out how much of
what I could (or needed to) do to fan the coals of her desire into the
roaring flames of passion and lust.
As things worked out, there wasn't a reason in the world for her to
have been concerned about not liking what I'd do to her. Just about
everything I did was agreeable to her; the only difference, really,
was how much she enjoyed it, not "if". Shortly after I got started
with her, she leaned back enough to put her hands on my chest to
support herself, and giving me ready access to damn near her entire
body... something that I was quite happy to take advantage of.
Celia was proving to be a quick study, but not being fanatical about
applying the things that she learned. That made it a LOT easier for me
to concentrate my attentions on what I was doing to and with Tenisha.
Knowing that I wouldn't have any trouble bringing Tenisha to climax if
I were to really apply myself to it, I elected to take a little time
to really enjoy the situation I was in: a warm and talented mouth and
tongue keeping my cock hard without trying to get me off, MY mouth on
a wet and tasty pussy, and the freedom to grope, fondle, and molest a
nubile young female as much as I wanted to. Even as I was rolling the
latest sample of Tenisha's oils on my tongue while I toyed with her
rubbery nipples, I was thanking my lucky stars that I'd interviewed
for a job that so few others in my class had really been interested
in.
I spent the next several minutes happily dividing my time and
attention between trying to build a three-dimensional map of Tenisha's
body in my mind from data collected by my hands and fingers, and
alternating between consuming the oils that she gifted me with and
stimulating her into producing more of them. It was only when I
suddenly realized that Celia had gotten me closer to cumming than I
was comfortable with that I set aside my own pleasure in favor of
finishing what I'd started with Tenisha.
After lapping up the overflow of her juices, I moved my attentions to
the fleshy pearl of her clitoris. Slightly larger than I'd thought it
would be, it made for an easy and convenient target for my actions. As
I continued to keep my focus on that most sensitive part of her young
body, Tenisha's excitement and arousal began to increase at an even
greater rate. It didn't take but a few minutes for me to have her body
practically writhing while she kept her pelvis still under my tender
care. The few side trips I made with my tongue to gather her abundant
moisture were kept as brief as possible; each time, it was a matter of
just a few seconds to get her back to the level of desire she'd been
at. Along with the physical symptoms of her increased passion were
audible ones: her more rapid breathing, and the more and more frequent
(and lusty) sounds that came out of her.
I'd gotten her moaning almost constantly and nearly quivering with
pent-up tension when a final fluttering of the tip of my tongue across
her exposed clitoris all but threw her into the chasm of a blatantly
powerful orgasm. The disappearance of her clitoris back under its
protective hood presaged a spasm that almost folded her in half;
shortly on the heels of that was another that was only slightly less
intense.
When I got my mouth back to the entrance to her womanhood, I
discovered that her juices were flowing out of her almost
continuously. I'd no more lick up what was readily available than I'd
have (get!) to do it again. I'll confess to wondering if she was as
open to penetration as I thought she MIGHT be, but decided it was
probably better not to find out. At least, not just then.
As her orgasm began to taper off, the amount of nectar available from
her began to diminish, as well. When all that happened to her was a
final small shudder, I quickly got my hands on her sides to help
support her if needed before making one last pass across her opening
with my tongue. A few seconds later, I felt her body sway slightly
under my hands, but she didn't seem to lose control or have become too
weak. I knew she'd be okay when, less than a minute later, I felt her
move my hands from her sides to her breasts and hold them there. After
letting my head rest on the floor again, I could look up well enough
to see that she was looking down at me with an expression of stunned
pleasure.
When she started to speak, all that came out was a weak croaking
noise; I snagged my bottle of water and offered it to her. After she'd
taken a couple of swallows, she was able to try again, and tell me "I
never thought that anything like that could EVER happen to me! I've
had orgasms before, and thought they were real nice -- but they weren't
anything like THAT."
She had another drink, then started when she realized our relative
positions. Somewhat shame-faced, she told me "I want to talk to you
some more... but, uh, not like this."
I told her that was fine, and asked what she wanted to do. After a
moment, she suggested "How 'bout if I lay down next to you? I... I like
the way you hold my boobs, so you can touch at least ONE of them, and
we can still talk?"
I certainly didn't have any problem with that, and after I'd gotten my
hands and arms out of the way, she moved off of me -- slowly and
carefully. Once she was clear of my head, it took only a few moments
for her to get herself stretched out next to me on the side opposite
where Celia was. As she was doing that, I felt Celia's mouth slip off
of my erect cock; when I looked down at her, she was looking at me,
and gave me a pleased smile before miming a kiss my direction. I
returned the gesture, making her smile even wider.
Rolling over to my side, I got myself propped up on my elbow before
reaching out to cover Tenisha's breast with my hand. Looking happy
with the contact, she told me "I've touched myself before -- my boobs
and between my legs and everything, and I've had orgasms. But it
somehow felt different when it was YOU touching me, even though you
didn't do anything all that different than what I have. I was still a
little concerned about what it'd feel like when you used your mouth on
me, but it only took a second for me to realize I didn't have to be. I
mean, I could definitely feel what you were doing, but you were so
gentle that I knew you'd never do anything to hurt me even a LITTLE
bit. And you were nice enough to take your time about doing stuff,
too, and I knew that you were giving me time to decide whether I liked
it or not, and so I could let you know if I didn't like it or
anything. Except that I did like it -- ALL of it. Even when you were,
um, licking me there. I was kinda worried that maybe you wouldn't like
it, but when you kept doing it, I finally realized that you like how I
taste, and that made me feel SO much better. And, uh, kind of excited,
too", the last bit a trifle apprehensively.
I just smiled, and answered "I'm glad that it made you feel better. If
it also made you feel 'kind of' excited, then that just makes it even
nicer, doesn't it?"
Reassured that she was perfectly normal, she nodded, and continued
"What you could do... with your mouth and lips and tongue... it was SO
much more than I've ever been able to do with my finger or anything
else...", stopping suddenly and looking mortified about what she'd just
admitted to.
"It's okay, Tenisha. I expect just about everybody has tried to find
out if there's something they can use to help make themselves feel
even better."
Visibly relieved, she went on "Anyway, what you were doing and how you
were doing it... before, I kinda expected it would feel nice, after how
I saw the others acted when you did it. But I really didn't expect it
to feel as good as it did. Now I'm even gladder that I talked to you
before we started."
I softly teased the dark cylinder of her nipple with my thumb as I
told her "I'm glad that you're glad, Tenisha, and that us talking
helped. You know that you can come to me about anything that's on your
mind and I'll listen, right?"
Grinning shyly, she admitted "Now I do, for certain. Before, I kinda
thought I could; but I wasn't positive deep down inside, like I am
now."
"I think you learned a couple of other things, too, didn't you?", I asked.
She looked at me in confusion for a second, then I told her "Think
back to what we talked about, and see if you can't figure out what
they are."
I watched as she did as I asked, replaying our previous conversation
back in her mind. After a bit, she returned her attention to me and
said "You really don't care what color I am -- not even a little bit.
And what I heard before... it was just a bunch of ignorant fools talking
trash. Okay, Mister Thompson, lesson learned. I'm not going to worry
about you, or pay any attention to that other nonsense, any more."
To celebrate her resolution, I leaned forward enough to give her a
soft kiss on the lips before telling her "I'm glad to hear that",
pleasing her.
We continued to lay there for a couple of minutes before she told me
"I think I'm rested enough now from what you did to me. If you can
turn loose of my boobs and quit playing with my nipples, I'll get up
so Mallory can find out what it's like to feel so good."
"I think your boobs fit my hands too good to want to turn loose of
them, and your nipples are just too much fun to play with."
Delighted by my response, she grinned up at me as she said "Fine, you
can do that stuff more -- only later, okay?"
With only slightly exaggerated reluctance, I answered "Well, I
guess...", making her laugh briefly. She looked up at me in expectation
when I didn't pull my hand back after a few seconds; I just looked at
her as if I didn't know what she wanted. After releasing a theatrical
(and amused) sigh, she took my wrist and made a show of moving my hand
from her breast to my hip. When she saw I was giving her my best
whipped-puppy look, she couldn't help laughing. She sat up, then
detoured to give me a soft kiss before standing up and starting to
move away.
After a bit, I sat up again; when I realized I was a bit thirsty, I
remembered that I'd given Tenisha the last of my water. I was about to
get up and get some more when she returned and offered me a full
bottle with the explanation "You let me have what was left of yours,
so I brought you a fresh one", then leaving again before I could thank
her.
I wasn't particularly surprised when Mallory turned up and got herself
settled nearby just a few minutes later. When I asked if there was
anything she wanted me to know, she simply told me "No, I'm okay. You
can kiss me and touch me wherever you want to. I was a little bit
scared at first, but not now. I talked to Nawar and Evette, and I know
it'll be okay. I just came over so I'd be here whenever you're ready."
I nodded my understanding, and after taking a couple more sips of my
water, set it aside so I could move closer to her and turn so that we
were more-or-less facing each other. She looked at me in expectation,
and I could see that I surprised her when I merely took her hands in
mine and said "I'm glad you're not scared now. You're right... it will
be okay, because I'm not going to do anything to hurt or scare you.
And if I start to do something you don't like, or you get worried or
anything, then I'll stop just as soon as you tell me to. What I want
is to help you learn another way that you can feel pleasure with
someone else, and I know that if you're scared or worried or don't
like what I do, then it won't be good for you. I'm not going to rush
you, either; you'll have plenty of time to say so if you want me to
stop, or do something different. I know you haven't done anything like
this before, so I just want to ask that if you're not sure about
something that you think about whether it's just different, or if you
really don't like it. Okay?"
Pleased by what I'd just said, she answered "I don't think I'll have
to tell you to stop, or anything. They told me a little bit about what
would happen, and... and I think it sounds like it's pretty nice. I
already knew that you'd stop if I wanted you to."
While Mallory wasn't as eager as some of the others had been, she
certainly seemed willing and accepting enough. I lifted her hands up
and kissed each of them before telling her "Thank you for your trust.
It means a lot to me."
She gave me a happy smile in response to my actions and words, and I
released her hands so that I could lean forward enough to give her
forehead a gentle kiss, followed a second later by one to her lips.
After I pulled back a little bit, I looked into her eyes and saw that
she was ready for me to continue.
When I brought our lips together again, she kissed me back -- not just
willingly, but eagerly.
Several more kisses followed, each lasting longer than the one before;
and with each one, Mallory got progressively more "involved" in it. We
were catching our breath when I moved my hands to her waist; her only
reaction was to make a small, pleased noise and nod her head that it
was okay. As we kissed again, I started to slowly caress her sides
from the bottom of her rib cage to her hips; she responded by trying
to wriggle herself a little closer to me and reaching out to begin
using her hands to explore my body in return.
Keeping my promise not to rush her, I took my time about expanding the
range of my touch -- though looking back on it, I don't suppose that I
needed to have bothered. As more and more of her young body was
included in my explorations, the more agreeable she seemed to be for
me to continue. There finally came the point that I had my hands on
her chest, with my thumbs and forefingers along the crease at the
bottom of her breasts; when I felt her pressing herself against my
hands slightly, I knew that it was okay for me to continue. As the
second youngest of them, Mallory's bust wasn't as large as those of
the older girls... but what it may have lacked in quantity, it MORE than
made up for in quality. Each of her adolescent mammaries barely
over-filled my cupped hands, but were amazingly firm and warm. Her
nipples weren't much more than pencil erasers pressing into my palms
at first, but as I started softly stroking the smooth skin of her
breasts, I felt them begin to grow. While that was happening, Mallory
decided that our tongues should get introduced to each other. I
agreed, and it didn't take but a few seconds for them to become the
best of friends.
Try as I might, I couldn't discern where the edges of her areolas were
purely by touch -- and believe me, I checked most carefully. Several
times, even.
As I was amusing myself with the orbs of Mallory's breasts, she was
involved in her own entertainment. I couldn't help noticing that her
hands were casually drifting lower and lower on my body as she got
more familiar with me. When her touch finally dropped below waist
level, it seemed worthwhile to find out if she'd mind if I did the
same. As before, I didn't rush things... but I certainly didn't take as
long as she had, either. When my fingertips began to move south from
her cute little navel, she uncrossed her legs in favor of bringing her
knees up and putting her feet on the floor, opening herself to me
completely.
When I reached the fringe of Mallory's pale pubic patch, I learned
that it was incredibly soft, and thicker than I'd expected. Patient
investigation let me learn that it was undoubtedly made up of some
astronomical number of incredibly fine, short hairs. Running my
fingers through it made me think of petting a kitten's belly.
By that point, I was starting to detect the unique aroma of aroused
female; I finally gave up petting Mallory's kitten in favor of
confirming what my nose was telling me.
It was easy enough to find the cleft of her sex, and the fleshy
shelter over her clitoris. My first light caress drew a soft gasp from
her, as well as a slight arching of her hips. Flowing out from the
hood covering her nubbin were her labia -- average in length, but thin
and soft as they led me even lower, to where I found the almost hot
core of her womanhood already starting to leak her juices. While
collecting some of them onto my fingertip, I learned that they were
light, thin, and slick. Careful to never actually press against her
opening, I still managed to draw my finger across it enough to let me
gather enough of her lubrication that I could transfer it back to the
top of her slit. The one 'load' of her oils was enough to let me tease
her small clitoris into at least STARTING to make an appearance as
Mallory's breathing got more and more rapid.
Even as my hand was busy between her thighs, Mallory's hands were
occupied between mine. While she wasn't actively trying to stimulate
me, or playing with my cock or balls, she seemed fascinated by my
pubic hair.
It was getting more and more difficult to continue kissing her,
between the way she was almost panting and the frequent soft noises
she made. That seemed as good of a time as any to move things along to
the main event.
When I eased my hand away from her mons and from between her thighs,
she made a soft noise of disappointment. A second later, she opened
her eyes and looked at me before asking "Why did you stop?", a bit
plaintively.
I just smiled before answering "Because I think maybe you're ready for
the rest of it now. Or do you want to wait a little longer?"
The only surprise I got from her answer was the eagerness of it:
"Yeah, I'm ready, and no, I don't want to wait!"
We got ourselves untangled easily enough, and it was short work for me
to get myself stretched out on my back again. Before Mallory began to
sit up in preparation for moving over my head, Darci came over and
knelt down next to my leg. After a brief smile to me, her focus was
entirely on my pelvis with a look of anticipation on her face.
Getting Mallory situated over my head was accomplished quickly and
easily; feeling my hands on her tight little butt and gently squeezing
her buns both amused and pleased her.
I could see that she was looking down at me in anticipation as I
lifted my head and brought my mouth to her mons. My first considered
action was to set the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her opening
and slowly draw it upwards so I could get my first taste of her
nectar. As I'd expected, her juices were fresh and light... and also
vaguely sweet. I repeated my efforts just as quickly as I could
manage, she tasted so good. A third pass ended with my tongue doing a
couple of laps around her clitoris; I was watching as she moaned and
closed her eyes before tilting her head back. As she was doing that,
Darci was taking all of my soft penis into her mouth; a moment later,
she was enthusiastically using her tongue to stimulate it while
applying a soft, rhythmic suction that felt DAMN good.
While I didn't doubt that Mallory was a virgin, I'll admit to being
surprised and pleased at how agreeable she was to having me use my
tongue to probe at the entrance to her vagina -- and just how far I
could get it into her.
From that point, I had a simply dandy time introducing her to the
pleasures of oral sex. Though I'd never have said anything to Mallory
or any of the others, I gave in to the temptation to draw the process
out longer than necessary; she was simply that responsive to what I
did, and the juices that she consequently produced were that pleasant
on my tongue. Even today, I remember it with great fondness.
Thankfully, while I was enjoying the hell out of what I was doing,
Darci was content to learn what she could about not just getting a guy
hard, but keeping him that way... without "overstimulating" him in the
process. The things she was doing felt just fine, thank you very much,
but they weren't moving me toward MY release, either.
Still, I didn't lose sight of the fact that I was there to help
Mallory find the pleasure she could get from what I was doing -- or
that I still had to do the same for the youngest in the class:
Kathrine.
Bowing to necessity, I finally set my own pleasures aside and devoted
myself to making sure that Mallory experienced her own. Over the span
of a couple of minutes, I shifted my efforts from simply encouraging
her to produce more of her nectar for me to collect, to actively
stimulating her into greater and greater levels of arousal and
excitement. That my actions resulted in a greater supply of her juices
for me to lap up was simply a fringe benefit.
With me concentrating on doing nothing else, it didn't take long for
me to get her well and truly worked up. She was trying to press
herself down onto my face while moaning her pleasure between
unintelligible words of encouragement when I went back to the very
basics: slowly circling her clitoris with the pressure that I'd
learned pleased her the most. It took little more than a minute for me
to bring her to the brink of her release; I slowed my actions a trifle
to hold her there for a few seconds before speeding up again and
nudging her over the edge.
That was when I realized I'd overlooked something: that she (and
Kathrine!) hadn't yet experienced their first orgasm.
That failure to remember an important detail was driven home by the
force of the first spasm to hit Mallory. She practically doubled over
from it after her initial groan of pleasure was cut off. She couldn't
have had time to even draw a breath before a second (only marginally
milder) spasm overwhelmed her. Somehow, she managed to straighten up a
bit and inhale just ahead of her body freezing in place again. When
that had passed, she was able to draw a deep (if shaky) breath and get
herself vertical before a mild convulsion ran through her. A few more
progressively milder spasms came and went as she began panting for the
oxygen her body was demanding. I'd gotten my hands up to help support
her, and felt her shudder slightly before I saw her eyes open. For the
first few seconds, she didn't seem to have even the vaguest idea of
where she was or what had happened; but I watched as she quickly got
her senses back. Even so, it took a bit longer for her to realize that
someone had their hands on her. When she did, she looked down to see
who it was helping hold her up -- and promptly got wide-eyed with the
realization of what had just happened to her.
Barely able to speak and breathe at the same time, she softly told me
"I never... that was... you... WOW!"
Seeing that she was more than a little wobbly, I asked her "Do you
want to move? So you can sit, or lay down?"
It took her only a moment to decide that would probably be a good
idea, and nod. Tenisha showed up then, and provided additional support
and guidance as we got Mallory off of me, then laying down. I thanked
Tenisha for her help, and she just told me "I figured you'd be able to
help her have her first one, and I remember how I felt after it
happened. After how you made me feel, I'm glad I could help" before
moving off again.
While Tenisha and I had been busy with Mallory, Darci had brought and
end to her "lessons", leaving me free to get myself situated next to
Mallory. Looking down at her, the first thing I did was to tell her
"Mallory, I'm sorry if what I was doing made that too much for you."
Surprised, she replied "No, it wasn't too much! It was wonderful! I
just didn't know it could FEEL like that, is all. Honest, you didn't
do anything wrong -- you did everything right, and made me have my
first orgasm ever!"
Still concerned, I had to ask "You're sure you're okay?"
"Really, Mister Thompson. The way the others talked about it, I knew
it was something really good and special... I just didn't know it would
be like THAT. Now I know why they couldn't tell me what it was like!
Honest, I can't thank you enough for how good you were making me feel,
so that I COULD feel that way!"
Well, she certainly didn't seem upset -- far from it, actually. Nothing
for me to do but take her at her word, then.
She did have ONE request, though, asking me "Would it be okay if I
just stayed here for a bit? And maybe you could lay next to me, and...
and hold me a little bit? With your hand on my boob?"
I couldn't help smiling as I answered "I think that would be MORE than
just okay" before doing as she wanted. When I offered, she was pleased
to use my arm as a pillow; after I was cupping her breast, she put her
hand on top of mine and softly squeezed to let me know it was okay to
do more than just hold it. We stayed like that for several minutes,
with me gently running my fingertips over the delightful mound of one
of her breasts as she finished getting her breath and energy back.
When she had recovered sufficiently, Mallory told me "I'd like to stay
like this with you longer, but I know you still have to be with
Kathrine, and I want her to know what it's like to feel as good as you
made me feel."
"I'd like to stay like this with you, too -- but you're right... Kathrine
is next. Maybe we'll get to snuggle some other time", I answered.
Pleased, Mallory said "I'd like that." A moment later, I felt her
start to move and reluctantly took my hand off of her so she get up.
After she'd moved away, I sat up again. While slowly sipping at my
water, I had plenty of opportunity to wonder at the turn my life had
taken from what I'd expected when I went into college. It was
difficult to believe that I'd gone from chasing a LOT of tail in the
hope of maybe catching SOME of it to having no less than nine nubile
young females actually soliciting me for sexual favors.
My ruminations were set aside when Kathrine came up and sat close to
me. When I looked her over, I couldn't see any indications that she
was nervous or apprehensive about anything; if anything, she seemed
totally at ease. A quick check of the time told me that I had plenty
of time to deal with any issues or difficulties she might have. She
didn't seem to be paying me any particular attention, either, but it
seemed prudent to make sure. Careful not to actually stare, it was
still nice looking her over while I waited to see what (if anything)
she had to tell me.
As expected, she noticed what I was doing; when she saw that she had
my attention, she scooted herself a little closer before telling me
"I, uh, I don't want to rush you or anything, but after what you told
us about how guys are about having climaxes and everything, I thought
maybe you, um, might want to, you know, not wait so long so you could...
finish."
Quashing the desire to laugh, I managed to keep my composure as I told
her "Thank you, that's very thoughtful. But I haven't had the...
problems... that I was concerned about. What all of you have done has
certainly felt good to me, and I'll be thanking all of you for it
later; but it wasn't too much. I'm feeling a little bit of discomfort
from everything that's happened, but nothing actually PAINFUL, or
anything. If you want to talk or wait a little bit, that's fine."
Satisfied with my answer, she nodded. A couple of seconds later, she
told me "I guess I do want to talk to you, at least a little bit. When
we all started this -- this afternoon, I mean -- I didn't know what to
expect. I didn't think anything actually bad was going to happen, I
just didn't expect that it would be as easy and nice as it has. I
mean, there's nine of us, all different ages, and just one of you, and
I had a hard time believing that all this would go as smoothly as it
has. I mean, I halfway expected that there'd be some fussing, anyway,
but it hasn't happened. I think that's maybe because all of us really
like you as much as we do, and are trying to behave ourselves more
than usual. But I'm pretty sure that the way you've been able to make
each of us feel better before anything happened, and make all of us --
well, not me, yet -- feel so good has been part of it, too. I know that
Mallory has never had an orgasm before, but that you were able to help
make it happen for her; and I know how happy she is because of that.
I... I've never had one, either; I mean, I could feel how CLOSE it was,
sometimes, but I couldn't quite get there. So when I see how you made
Mallory happy, I think you can do the same thing for me. She told me
she was kind of scared while we were all taking our clothes off, but I
could tell that she was okay when she sat next to you. I actually
WANTED to do this with you, even from the first time you told us about
oral sex; that's why I think you can help me like you helped Mallory,
even though I'm younger than her. And I talked to Casandra and
Tenisha, and they told me how nice you are, and how gentle and
patient, so I know I don't have to be nervous about you touching me --
even between my legs, which is okay with me. You've done so much to
show us that we can trust you that I'm not worried even a little bit
about me and you being together."
That sure sounded like she'd wanted to talk to me more than just a
"little bit", but I was still glad to listen to her and hear what she
had to say. That she'd actually wanted to experience oral sex with me
left me more than a little flabbergasted, but it certainly explained
her actions before. Learning how confident she was that I'd help her
have her first climax was a bit intimidating, but also strengthened my
resolve to make sure it happened, too. Before she'd started talking,
my primary concern had been how long it might take to help her learn
to accept the pleasure I had to offer; after hearing her tell me she
was looking forward to it, the only thing I figured I had to worry
about was the same as I'd have with any female: simply finding out
what she liked, and then doing enough of it. THAT I could manage!
Her being the youngest (and thus smallest) of them made it a trifle
awkward for me to respond to what she'd said by leaning forward so I
could give her a soft kiss on the lips. It was brief, and meant only
to reassure her that everything would be fine. When I pulled my head
back a little bit so I could look into her face, I could easily see
that she was touched by what I'd done -- and quite willing for it to
happen again.
She met me part way when I moved to kiss her again. The touch of our
lips began gently enough, but intensified and lengthened as she began
respond.
As we started to kiss a third time, she gripped my wrists so she could
move my hands to her waist; I didn't have any qualms or hesitation
about doing what she obviously wanted: to begin stroking and caressing
her young form. With her having told me that she was looking forward
to our time together, I wasn't as slow to bring more and more of her
body under my touch, either. I still gave her time to object, however,
before finally cupping her breasts in my hands. Although I could cover
each of her developing mounds with my hands, there was precious little
space left over and I could easily feel the hard tips of her nipples
pressing into my palms. They were warm under my touch, and felt
somewhat soft when I tenderly squeezed them... though certainly not
excessively so.
My hands on her blossoming bosom seemed to be the cue for Kathrine to
move things along a little more by letting her tongue brush across my
lips. I responded in kind, and the next minute or so saw our tongues
get introduced to each other before beginning a game of "tag". While
that was going on, Kathrine began to use her hands to explore and
caress my body while I focused my efforts on memorizing her lovely
mammaries.
We continued like that for several minutes before she interrupted our
kissing to pull her head back. Before I could say anything, she
quickly got to her knees in front of me -- which not only put her
breasts at the same level as my face, but also made it possible for me
to get my hands on her cute little ass. I had to stretch my neck a
little bit to fasten my lips around the pink circle that capped one of
her tits; and even as I began to softly suck on it, my hands were
cupping the firm globes of her butt. It didn't take much for me to get
her areolas slightly swollen and draw her nipples into becoming longer
and harder. As I softly stroked and squeezed the smooth orbs of her
ass, Kathrine put her fingers in my hair and gently guided my head
back and forth between her breasts while I listened to her breathing
become progressively more shallow and rapid as her desire began to
build.
I was aware of the faint scent of aroused female well before I finally
let one of my hands slide off one of her smooth buns and begin the
journey around her body, lightly drawing my fingertips across her soft
skin. After my touch passed her hip and began to approach the dark
wedge at the base of her abdomen, I felt her shift her weight,
followed by moving her knees farther apart -- opening herself up to me,
and inviting me to explore that last part of her.
It didn't take me long to discover that her pubic hair seemed to have
gotten a bit thicker and expanded some since I'd first seen it, and
that it was relatively short, straight, and very soft. Moving my
fingertips even lower, it was easy enough to find the cleft of her
sex; I had to dip into it only slightly to contact the hood of her
clitoris before easing my way down a bit farther. By touch, I learned
that her labia were still somewhat small and thin, and the area
between them noticeably damp. Dropping my hand a little more, I was
able to draw the pad of one finger across the distinctly moist
entrance to her vagina... accompanied by a soft moan from Kathrine and a
slight arching of her hips.
Continuing to nurse at her bust and molest the globes of her small
ass, I patiently and gently transferred some of the lubricant
available to me to her clitoral hood and the area immediately around
it. That resulted in not only making sure that there wasn't any
unpleasant friction, but enticing her clitoris into starting to make
an appearance.
She seemed to derive as much pleasure from having my finger brushing
across her opening as she did from what I was doing to her clitoris,
because each time I gathered a little more of her essence, she would
moan and arch her hips in response. It didn't take a great deal of
imagination to figure out how she'd probably respond when I finally
got my head between her thighs.
I'd teased her clitoris out to where I could pay proper attention to
it, as well as convincing both of her nipples to stand tall and proud
when I realized that Kathrine was getting just a wee bit unsteady, and
that she was panting almost continuously. In addition to those facts,
there was the stronger scent of her increasing arousal as she
responded to what I was doing to her. As much fun as I was having just
then, I felt a certain reluctance to get us re-situated so that I
could finish showing her the kind of pleasure her body could feel; but
that reluctance was easily overshadowed by the anticipation I felt at
finally having her young muff on my lips.
It took a few seconds to get her to understand that I wanted us to
change; when she did, though, her cooperation was full and immediate.
Even as I was getting myself stretched out on my back again, she
positioned herself to straddle my face as soon as I indicated I was
ready. I'd barely gotten the words "I'm ready, Kathrine" out of my
mouth than she had one leg off the floor and moving over my head.
As she got herself situated over me, I had ample opportunity to have a
look at the area between her thighs. As it approached the area where
her vaginal entrance was, Kathrine's pubic hair thinned considerably --
making it easy for me to see that her labia were as thin and soft as
they'd felt, slightly dark with her desire, and shiny with her juices.
When she had a knee on each side of my head, I could also see that her
labia were still parted slightly from when I'd been running the end of
my finger between them; it was also possible to see that there was a
not-so-small collection of her oils that had escaped the confines of
her virginal womanhood.
The scent of her was more than enticing enough to draw my head up to
where it emanated from, and I paused just long enough to take a deep
breath through my nose to enjoy it before fastening my lips to her
mons.
Having accomplished that, my next priority was to extend my tongue and
draw it across the entrance to her vagina -- collecting the nectar that
had leaked out of her. Her juices were as light and fresh as anyone
could even dream they'd be, and vaguely semi-sweet. It took only a
second for me to decide to repeat my efforts, much to the pleasure of
my taste buds. When I extended my tongue again, it was to use the end
to outline the entrance to Kathrine's girl-chamber; her response was
to moan softly as she pressed her pelvis down in obvious encouragement
for me to continue. A few moments later, I felt it as what I figured
was Nawar settle next to me; that was followed by a soft, cool hand
being wrapped around my cock before beginning to gently stroke me.
After doing a few laps (pun intended!) around her opening, it was on
to see what her reaction would be if I went on to gently probe at it.
Instead of the mild response I'd thought I'd get, she clearly told me
"OHGODYES!" as she tried to spread her legs even more in welcome to my
efforts.
With THAT kind of encouragement, I didn't delay in trying to see how
much of my tongue I could get how far into her -- accompanied by her
plainly aroused moans. While I was limited as to how much and how far
I could worm my tongue through the tight ring of her vaginal opening,
I accomplished more than I'd expected. Even better, it seemed that
each attempt I made served to open her up a little more and make it
even easier to keep going.
I'd reached the conclusion that Kathrine wasn't likely to have any
problems when she decided to give up her virginity when I also figured
that I'd gotten about as much of my tongue as far into her as I was
going to. After making another pass to collect any residual oils that
I might have missed, I began shifting my attentions progressively
higher along the cleft of her sex until I reached the exposed bead of
flesh that was her clitoris. As I experimented with what kinds of
things that I could do to and with it, Kathrine held her pelvis
absolutely still. That isn't to say that she was motionless, however --
under my wandering hands, the rest of her body was going through any
number of movements as she continued to give soft voice to the
pleasures she was experiencing. Even when I had the tight globes of
her ass in my hands, I could feel her cute little buns flexing
underneath my touch as her arousal continued to rise.
Far from having the problems that I'd been concerned I might
experience with Mallory and Kathrine, they'd proven to be among the
easiest to deal with. I didn't doubt that having the opportunity to
see for themselves what happened did a lot to settle them down; but
even so, the difference was a lot greater than I'd have expected.
Well, that was for later; just then, I had Kathrine to keep myself
occupied with. At my pelvis, Nawar was keeping herself busy by
continuing to slowly stroke me toward a full erection as she
occasionally mouthed or licked my cock. It seemed fairly clear to me
that she was taking her time about getting me hard, which I
appreciated -- that gave me more time and opportunity to enjoy my
activities with Kathrine.
And I most certainly was enjoying what I was doing. Not only was I
patiently and lovingly teasing her clitoris, but I was tenderly
"nibbling" on her labia with my lips, along with side (bottom?) trips
to draw my tongue across the entrance to her vagina so I could gather
whatever there was available of her delicious juices.
Despite the fairly leisurely way I was stimulating her, there was no
denying the fact that I was increasing Kathrine's desires. Enough so
that it was much sooner than I would have liked when it became clear
that I'd gotten her close to having her first ever climax. When I
realized what I'd done, I was faced with a dilemma: slow what I was
doing so I could continue to have fun, or finish it so that she'd have
the orgasm she was so plainly near experiencing?
After arguing with myself about the matter for several seconds, I
finally made my decision: help Kathrine find her release. What really
decided the matter for me was the realization that once I was finished
with Kathrine, it would be possible to get my head between Nawar's
firm thighs again in a "69" that I was sure would leave BOTH of us
quite satisfied...
With that settled, I didn't hesitate to apply myself to the task at
hand (well, mouth). After another pass to collect her oils, I kept my
attentions on what I'd learned Kathrine liked for me to do at the top
of her mound. Still wanting to enjoy myself a little bit longer, I
didn't do any of the things that she'd liked best -- only those that
pleased her, so I'd "have" to do them a little bit longer. From the
way she'd responded up to that point, I didn't think that it would
make all that much difference, however.
As I steadily moved her closer and closer to her release, Kathrine
wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to let me know that I was having
the desired effect; not only did her sounds and exclamations of
pleasure increase in frequency (and volume), she went so far as to
reach down so she could hold my head in place, as if she were afraid
I'd just STOP and leave her wanting.
By virtue of my continuous efforts on her behalf, it didn't take much
more than a couple of minutes before I knew that she was at the very
edge of having a climax. I suppose that I could have drawn things out
a little bit, but I simply didn't have the heart to do anything like
that to her at that point; simply put, she was too obviously in need
of having it happen. Similarly, I didn't dare do anything to try and
make it any more intense that it was patently going to be, either.
With my entire focus on her, I didn't have any trouble reading the
signs that let me know when it was about to start: her entire body
froze in place, and she started to make a high keening sound that was
suddenly cut off by a short, sharp spasm that practically slammed her
pubic bone against my upper lip. It couldn't have been a second later
that it was followed by another, only slightly less intense. The next
couple of waves of pleasure that ran through her were progressively
milder, allowing her to shakily draw a deep breath before a final
spasm forced all the air out of her lungs in a deep groan.
With the majority of her orgasm having passed, Kathrine was able to
start breathing again -- despite the aftershocks that I could feel
washing through her young frame. When her clitoris had hastily
retreated with the start of her orgasm, I hadn't delayed about getting
my mouth and tongue relocated to her vaginal entrance again in
anticipation of an increase in the amount of her lubricants that would
become available. Such proved to be the case, so I had the distinct
pleasure of making sure the overflow of her juices didn't present any
problems while I kept my hands on her waist, ready to provide whatever
support she might require.
While she may not have needed the help I gave her when I felt her
wobble a bit, there isn't a doubt in my mind that it certainly kept
her from going too far out of plumb and possibly embarrassing herself.
I was resting my head on the floor again when I saw her eyes open up
again. When she'd gotten her focus back a couple of seconds later, she
looked down at me, her eyes wide with the realization of what had just
happened to her. She swallowed a couple of times, then managed to
softly ask "That was an orgasm? Like I've heard about?"
I couldn't help smiling to myself as I answered "Yeah, it was. Your
first one, right?"
Still wide-eyed, she nodded before telling me "Now I know why nobody
can say what it's like. Words can't describe it, and once you've had
one, you don't need any explanation. It was like... like... like I died,
almost, and came back to life -- only a thousand... or a million... WAY
better."
I could see that she didn't have thought one about anyone or anything
around her, and I was content to lay there and help steady her for the
next minute or so, while she came to grips with what she'd just been
through. While that was happening, Sharla moved next to us and leaned
over to quietly ask me "Is she going to be okay? I was watching, and I
could see that it hit her pretty hard..."
In an equally soft voice, I answered "I think she'll be fine. It was
the first time for her, was all. She might need a little help when
she's ready to move, though -- I think it left her a little weak."
"I'll be glad to; I remember what it was like for ME the first time I
had a climax."
With that said, Sharla sat up again. I couldn't help noticing that she
was looking at the younger girl with something more that mere
affection.
Another minute or so passed before Kathrine "came to". After only a
brief glance at Sharla, she looked down at me again, and I could see
the gratitude and love in her eyes as she told me "I knew I'd be okay
with you, and I was -- better, even. You actually tried to find out
what felt good to me, and do it. And you were so nice and patient
about it while you were helping me find out what it's like to feel
that good. I don't know how I could ever thank you for doing so much
for me. Not just today, but since we started in your class."
After shifting my head a bit so she could see that I was smiling up at
her, I answered "It's okay, Kathrine, you don't have to thank me."
She'd watched as I'd moved my head, and that reminded her of where she
was and how we were situated. While she didn't outright blush, I
suspect that she still felt a little embarrassed or awkward, because
the next thing she had to say was "Um, I, uh, guess I'd better move,
huh?"
"Only if you're ready, and want to", I assured her.
She was, and was, apparently, since she shifted her weight in
preparation for relocating herself. That was when she discovered that
she was still a little weak by swaying slightly. It took only a moment
for Sharla to sit up and get her arms out to steady Kathrine; when she
did, I moved my hands from Kathrine's sides down to her butt -- and
promptly gave it a gentle squeeze to reassure her that everything was
okay. I got an amused smile for my labors, shortly followed by Sharla
helping Kathrine ease herself forward, then off to the side a bit so
she could sit down. Sharla sat next to her, and the two of them put
their heads together and started talking quietly.
With nothing to keep me from looking around, it took only a moment for
me to see that it was, in fact, Nawar taking such exemplary care of my
erect penis. After I watched her sliding her lips up and down my
erection a few times, she finally looked at me... with something like
pleased satisfaction on her face. Since I had her attention, I sat up
a little bit so I could softly tell her "If you want to move yourself
around toward me, I can make YOU feel good, too."
It took only a second for her to understand what I was getting at, and
she looked delighted as she started to follow my suggestion. When she
gotten turned enough, I lay back down, then carefully guided her leg
over my head so that she was mirroring my position over me -- putting
us in the classic "69" arrangement.
I was glad to get a different view of Nawar than I'd had before; the
way she was situated, I had a singularly pleasant perspective on the
light brown globes of her ass, as well as a clearer and more direct
view of the black vee of her pubic thatch and the inner lips that
divided it. In the few seconds I figured I had before she realized
what I might be doing and got nervous, I did my best to commit how she
looked to memory.
After I got my hands on her delightful ass, I used my thumbs to gently
spread her cleft as I raised my head; when I was close enough, there
wasn't anything to keep me from slipping my tongue into the divide
between her labia and slowly drawing it upwards from her clitoral hood
to her vaginal entrance. I discovered that she was already somewhat
aroused by the amount of her lubrication that I found at the end of
the journey. With that as an impetus, I readily applied myself toward
getting her even MORE excited.
I don't know what it was like for Nawar, but I spent the next several
minutes totally focused on what the two of us were doing to each
other; in the back of my mind, I knew that there were others present,
but I simply didn't care. Nawar's mouth and hand on my cock felt
wonderful, and I was QUITE content with how she was responding to what
I was doing in return. I suspect that both of us were more concerned
with bringing pleasure to the other person, than with actually trying
to get them off -- though both of us were steadily getting more and
more excited as the seconds passed.
Knowing what was in store for her, Nawar seemed to be even more
accepting of what I was doing than she'd been the first time. And
because of that, she was also getting more pleasure from it, as
evidenced by the greater amount of her oils there were for me to lap
up. I was having a simply dandy time holding her firm ass in my hands
as I did my best to orally plunder the treasures between her smooth
thighs. It wasn't until I realized that I was approaching the point
that I'd have to cum if I didn't want a severe case of blue balls that
I finally relented from the benign torture I was subjecting her to in
favor of ensuring that SHE got off, too.
Rather than risk any misunderstandings or the possibility of one of us
not climaxing, I tried to keep Nawar's arousal on par with my own.
That being my second time with her, I had a fairly decent idea of what
signals she gave out as she got more and more excited, and used them
to "pace" my activities with her.
There finally came the time that Nawar and I were going to climax; the
only question was which one of us it would be first.
THAT question was resolved when she surprised the hell out of me by
slowly dragging her fingernails across my scrotum while softly sucking
on me and bobbing her head up and down at the same time. All I could
do was groan mightily as the first wad of my cum erupted from the end
of my cock in what seemed like an endless spray of semen. It was
almost immediately followed by a second that didn't feel appreciably
less powerful. Barely a second later, a third spurt almost certainly
coated Nawar's tonsils, since she'd kept her lips firmly wrapped
around my cock just behind the head. The rest of my climax was
stronger than I'd experienced in quite some time, and left me feeling
drained (physically AND semen-wise) as I felt her swallow what I was
SURE was at least a pint of my jism before she carefully milked my
cock dry as she pulled her mouth off of me.
Once I had my wits about me again, I devoted myself to trying to
ensure that I brought Nawar as much satisfaction as she'd done for me.
The next pass I made with my tongue across her vaginal opening, I was
surprised at how wet she'd gotten in apparent response to having me
emptying myself into her talented mouth. When I'd cleaned up the
overflow of her juices, I was ready to help her have the best orgasm I
could manage.
It took me less than a minute of concerted and loving effort to get
her to the brink of release; I patiently and deliberately held her
there for a few seconds before a furious fluttering of my tongue
across her clitoris all but THREW her into the chasm of a climax. Even
though her clit disappeared under its hood almost immediately, I
continued to gently but firmly circle my tongue around it to
deliberately extend and intensify her pleasure as a series of powerful
waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
When the majority of her orgasm had passed, Nawar nearly collapsed on
top of me, much to my surprise. While she wasn't heavy, and it felt
rather nice having her firm young body pressed against mine, she
wasn't a delicate little waif that I could choose to ignore, either.
I'll admit to being glad and relieved when Darci and Celia both
appeared, and Darci asked "We'll get her moved off of you, okay?"
"Yeah, that'd be fine", I answered.
In less than a minute, with the two of them providing the labor and
Casandra and Tenisha assisting, Nawar was on her back next to me --
though facing the opposite "direction". I managed to sit up on my own,
and was grateful when Mallory sat nearby and offered me a fresh bottle
of water. I downed half of it before coming up for air and shifting my
attention to Nawar. Looking at her, I could see that while she hadn't
apparently lost consciousness, she was most certainly not in any
condition to do anything more than just lay there and breathe.
After taking another hit off my water, I noticed that all of the
others were nearby, and looking at me in something akin to awe. When I
raised an eyebrow in question, it was Celia that told me "We could see
that she really getting excited by what you were doing to her. I mean
all of us, um, kind of looked, and we could see that you didn't seem
to be doing anything all that different than what you did to us -- but
it was somehow affecting her more. We pretty much figured that she was
going to have a really good orgasm, but never figured that anything
like THAT would happen."
To that, Tenisha added "It was pretty obvious that you liked what SHE
was doing, too. Uh, I'm not sure, but it looked like maybe... maybe your
climax was even stronger this time than when you, you know, showed us
what happens."
I took a moment to organize my thoughts and what I wanted to say
before telling them "Yes, my climax WAS stronger, because it happened
while I was actually WITH someone. Nawar might say something
different, but I think this orgasm was stronger for a couple of
reasons. First, both of us were pretty much taking our time and making
the other person feel as good as we could... and my experience is that
doing that always helps. Something else is that she's already had ONE
orgasm, so that made it even easier for her to have another. The last
part is that I didn't 'just' help her have an orgasm; I not only got
her really, really close, but HELD her there for a few seconds -- and
then while it was happening, I kept doing something that I knew would
make it even stronger." I looked over to where Nawar was starting to
show signs of life and added "I'm not sure, but it might have been too
much for her."
Darci looked at her judiciously for a few seconds, then told me "No, I
don't think it was too much. She probably just wasn't quite ready for
it, is all."
About that time, Nawar moved a little bit, drawing the attention of
Tenisha and Casandra. The two of them teamed up to get Nawar
more-or-less sitting up, followed by Celia offering her some water.
Nawar managed a nod, and didn't make even a token effort at taking the
bottle, choosing instead to let Celia carefully help her sip from it.
After she'd gotten her mouth and throat wetted, Nawar managed to
softly tell us "No, it wasn't TOO much -- but it was a whole lot closer
than I ever thought I'd get." Turning her attention to me, she added
"I knew you were teasing me, there at the end, to make it better for
me; but I had no idea that you were going to do that other part while
it was happening. That's what really did me in!"
I took her hand in mine, brought it to my lips, and kissed it before
telling her "Thank you. I'm glad you're not mad or upset with me about
it. Still, I won't do anything like that to you again."
"No, I'm not angry with you, or anything like that -- really! If
anything, I'm glad you cared enough about me that you'd even WANT to
make me feel like that. If that's how good I can feel, then I want it
to happen again and again and again, as often as I can. Don't say you
won't do it again... I WANT you to!"
Mallory wanted to know "You WANT to go through that again? Even after
you just... collapsed on him at the end?", surprised.
"OH, yeah!", Nawar answered. "After THAT experience, just rubbing
myself off isn't going to be anywhere near enough!", she finished with
a grin.
Evette spoke up then, asking "He said that he climaxed harder with you
than he did when he showed us what happens. Was it what you expected?"
After taking the bottle of water from Celia, Nawar used both hands to
hold it while she took a couple of swallows before answering "No, it
was even better. You know I like how his stuff tastes, and it was even
better when I got it directly from him. It did come out harder than I
thought it would, but it wasn't too much more. I mean, I didn't feel
like I was choking on it or anything, even though I think there was
more of it, too." Giving me an appraising look, she went on to tell me
"If... if you wanted me to, I, uh, I'd be glad to do that for you any
time you wanted. If you wanted to, um, do something with me, too, I'd
like that -- but you wouldn't have to EVERY time, if you didn't want."
If I hadn't just cum like gangbusters, Nawar's offer would likely have
had my cock standing straight up from the possibility of getting
blowjobs like that from her practically on demand. But while I was
ready and willing to go with them wherever they wanted to explore
sexually, I still wasn't going to do anything to push them. So I
simply limited my answer to "Well, that's for later, maybe. We'll have
to see how things go, first, okay?"
Disappointed, but undaunted, Nawar just nodded her head in acceptance.
Glancing around at the rest of them, I could see that all of them had
taken note of the fact that I hadn't outright refused; something that
plainly had all of them considering what might be possible if the time
and circumstances were right.
A look at the clock told me that while we still had some time left
before school ended, it wasn't all that much. Shifting back into
"teacher" mode wasn't easy, but I still took command of the situation
by telling them that we (or they) could talk about what had happened
for a little while before we all had to get dressed again. To the
looks of disappointment they all got, I announced that we could talk
about it some more in a couple of days, after they'd had a chance to
think about what they thought about all of it. They were visibly
pleased by that, and it didn't take long for them to begin sharing
opinions about what they'd done and experienced. I readily answered
the few questions that were directed at me at first, then casually
eased myself out and away from the discussion so that I could watch
and listen to them and get a better idea of how they felt about
everything that had gone on. When the time came, I let them know it
was time for all of us to get up and get dressed after we put the mats
away.
Darci and Evette teamed up to carefully fold the blanket I'd brought
in while the others got the mats re-stacked. Once that was done, I
went back to the privacy room to get dressed again. When I was ready
to face the world again, I didn't bother finding out if all of them
were ready, too; as I walked to my desk, I saw that a couple of them
weren't quite fully dressed yet -- and plainly didn't care whether I
saw them or not.
The last couple of minutes before school ended gave me enough time to
remind them of the assignments that were due soon.

It worked out that it wasn't until the third school day that we got
the opportunity to talk about what had happened. While there were a
few questions directed my way, the greatest percentage of talk
involved what they thought about it all. To my surprise, there was a
little bit of embarrassment among them at first, but once they got
going, they lost all inhibitions about hashing things out. It finally
came down to where they all agreed that it had certainly been a
"learning experience", and most definitely pleasurable. When I hinted
at it, they uniformly declared that doing something similar in the
future would be perfectly acceptable. Darci asked if there was
anything else I could help them with, I simply told them that it was
up to them to figure that out and whether or not they needed or wanted
my input or assistance.
In the days that followed, all of them found or made the opportunity
to come to me on her own and let me know that she'd enjoyed her time
with me, and rather broadly hint that she'd be amenable to any private
instruction that I might want to give her. In each case, I told her
some variation of "Think about it some more, and if you're still sure,
we'll see what happens."
It wasn't any surprise to me that the first to come back and let me
know that she was more than sure about the two of us pleasuring each
other was Nawar. After making sure that she understood that she could
stop any activity between us at any time with no ill will on my part,
I agreed to let her come over to my apartment one evening under the
guise of "tutoring" her. While it was probably strictly correct that I
was providing her with one-on-one instruction, I doubt that her
parents would have appreciated the subject matter or the way the
tutoring was provided. With nearly three hours available for just the
two of us, there was ample opportunity for me to get her started with
discovering just how deep her sensuality ran and what kinds of
pleasure were possible without actually engaging in coitus. In return,
she helped me learn what kinds of things I was capable of.
Over the course of the evening, I was happy to find out that she was
an affectionate, playful, fun-loving, inventive young woman capable of
making her desires known without being demanding. She also
demonstrated that she was also giving, intelligent, thoughtful (in
both senses of the word), unashamed, and confident in herself.
Interestingly, we spent nearly as much time simply talking (mostly
about her and what she wanted to do with her life) as we did in our
other activities. When it got close to time for her to go home, she
jumped at the opportunity to shower with me, and proved to be a
delightful slippery bundle in my arms as we cleaned up.
Much the same sequence played out with all the rest of them as the
next several weeks passed. Whether it was to counsel them on their
career choices, study sessions, or some other pretense, I got the
chance to share some private and very personal time with each one.
When it was time for me to be with Mallory, I was both pleased (!) and
surprised when she elected to keep my cock in her mouth when I
climaxed; afterwards, she told me that she'd talked to Nawar after our
group activity and decided to see if my semen tasted better when she
got it directly from the source. Having done so, she concluded that
although she still didn't actually like the taste, it was "okay", and
not as bad as she'd first thought. None of the rest had the slightest
qualm about letting me empty myself in their oral cavities, and their
opinions of my cum ranged from liking it to thinking it tasted great.
As that was happening, I was taking whatever chances I got to gently
remind them that they needed to be prepared for the time that they
started getting even more involved with guys. Once I was sure that
whoever I was with was giving the matter the attention it deserved, I
let it drop.
The biggest concern I had turned out to be a non-issue: whether the
intimacy we were sharing would influence their behavior in the
classroom. Not a single one of them ever did or said anything to
indicate that she thought what happened outside of class had any
bearing on their school time. I don't know if they ever talked about
what was going on between me and them with each other; if they did, I
never got any sign or hint of it.
All I ever heard from any of the parents was during the infrequent
parent-teacher meetings, when they would express their pleasure at how
well their daughters were doing in school, and how happy the girls
seemed about having me as their teacher. A couple of them even went so
far as to thank me for relieving them of the necessity of dealing with
any issues resulting from the mandated sex education class -- something
that had me chuckling to myself, afterwards.
Tuesday of the last full week of school before the end of the
semester, Darci and Celia stayed after class so they could ask me if
it would be okay if they came to my apartment the following Saturday.
Somewhat baffled, I asked them why and for how long. They answered
that they wanted a little bit of help with the end-of-semester project
they'd teamed up for, and that they'd like three hours, but more would
be better. I thought about all that I had to do and figured out how
much time I could spare for them; when I said that I could manage five
or six hours if they could be there at ten o'clock or so, both were
delighted and hastened to assure me that they'd be there at ten on the
dot. For the rest of the week, I couldn't help occasionally wondering
what it was all about.
Saturday morning, even as the antique clock I had was chiming ten, I
heard my doorbell. As promised, both of them were standing there --
looking both nervous and expectant. Darci had a small bag in her hand,
which I figured held whatever it was they needed my help with on their
project (on a subject that they hadn't divulged to me). I invited them
in, and both opted for coffee when I offered them a choice of
beverages. Once all of us were seated in my living room, I asked them
what it was they needed help with, and why they were coming to me on a
Saturday to get it.
The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds before facing
me again so that Darci could nervously answer "We, uh... we decided to
do our project on um, sex and sexuality. We've known each other for a
while, and spent a lot of time at each other's houses and everything,
and stayed overnight with each other a whole bunch of times."
Celia picked it up there, telling me "On night, we were kinda
practicing kissing like we would with guys... except that we didn't stop
with just kissing. We, um, kinda started, you know, touching, too. Not
just bodies, but boobs, and even... even between each other's legs. It
didn't feel bad or wrong or anything, and we just kept going until...",
faltering at the end.
Darci picked up the slack by continuing "Until we were doing other
stuff. Um, like what you did with us -- only with each other."
It was Celia that finished their revelation by telling me "It wasn't
just that one time, either. We've been making each other feel good
like that about every time one of us stays overnight with the other...
and even between."
Having seen how they'd been positioned after I'd had my time with
Nawar, that they had shared some level of intimacy didn't surprise me;
nor did the fact that they'd gone beyond simply kissing and touching.
The only thing that threw me even a little bit was that they were
telling me what they'd been up to.
Seeing that they were a bit apprehensive about how I was going to
react to what they'd said, I told them "I knew that you were better
friends with each other than the others. In class that day, after I
was with Nawar, I saw that you'd been kissing, and that each of you
had been touching the other. Whatever you've done together, it sounds
like it was because both of you wanted to and that you enjoyed it."
Both of them blushed while maintaining their composure, and I
continued "I've told you and the rest of the class before that I don't
think it's up to ME to decide what other people should be doing, so
I'm not going to think badly about either one of you for finding
someone that you like enough to be willing to share yourself with
them. Neither of you forced the other, you did it because you wanted
to, and you didn't feel bad about it. All I can say is: that being the
case, I'm happy for you."
Both were visibly relieved to hear what I had to say, and were still
looking at me when I continued "I'm flattered that you would trust me
enough to tell me about all that, and interested that you would choose
sexuality for your project; I think I know why you chose that subject,
and what it'll be about. What I'm not understanding is why you'd want
to come over here on a Saturday morning to tell me all that, and ask
for so much of my time."
Both of them immediately looked apprehensive again, prompting me to
wonder what the hell was going on. I found out when Darci told me "We
wanted to talk to you, together like this, for a couple of reasons.
The first one is that we weren't comfortable about actually writing
down any of the stuff that we've learned together -- you know, about
two girls being with each other. It's not that we're ashamed about it
or anything, just that we didn't want to have to deal with any, you
know, drama if our folks read it. And... and we wanted to make sure you
knew that we weren't just making stuff up or repeating what we've read
other places."
Seeing that I didn't understand what Darci was suggesting, Celia
explained "We... we thought we should maybe, um, BE together where you
could see. You know, to prove we know what we're talking about."
Hearing that, my cock immediately started to rise as the image of the
two of them together filled my thoughts. It took several seconds
before I was able to turn the porn movie trailer in my mind off and
actually think again; when I did, I realized that they didn't seem to
have given me their second reason for being there.
"You don't have to prove anything to me about what you say in your
project report unless you want to. You said you had a couple of
reasons, and letting me see you with each other was one of them. What
was the other?"
They exchanged a Look with each other before Celia haltingly told me
"We... we wanted to know if... if it would be okay... whether you would... if
you wanted to, I mean... let us... be the one... we were hoping... that we
could maybe, you know, have you be the one we have sex with the first
time."
In an apparent effort to make things as clear as possible, Darci added
"We want you to be the one we give our virginity to."
Stunned, I could only sit there looking at them for several seconds.
Yeah, I'd thought about getting belly-to-belly with the girls in my
class, and certainly enjoyed the hell out of what I'd done with them
that far. But for two of them to come right out and ask me to deflower
them? That was as unexpected as anything I'd ever experienced.
I finally got my wits together enough to ask them "Why me? Why now?
Are you really ready for something like that?"
Celia answered "We want you to do it because of how nice and
everything you are. I mean, as patient and everything else you are in
class, we figure we can trust you to understand that this is really
important to us. If all we wanted was our hymens broken, we know that
just about any guy we found would do it; or we could even do it
ourselves if we had to. But we want more than that. We want it to
happen with somebody that we know really cares about us, and will try
to do it right because it means something to them, too. We think
that's you. This is something that both of us have been thinking about
since even before you became our teacher; and after we all had that
class together, we decided that we were ready to start finding out
what else there is."
When Darci spoke, it was obvious that she completely misunderstood my
question when she said "I think we're ready. We have some things so
that we don't make a mess on your bed when it happens, and some extra
towels we bought so we don't ruin any of yours, and..."
I interrupted her to say "No, that's not what I meant. I want to know
if you're really ready inside to stop being virgins -- in your hearts,
and minds."
Blushing slightly in embarrassment, she told me "I know I am. To me,
you're not just my teacher. You're somebody I know I can come to about
anything, and you'll do whatever you can or have to to help me. I know
I've done some kinda dumb stuff in class, but you never ever made me
feel bad about it; you just showed me what went wrong and how to not
make that mistake again. Since we got you as a teacher, I actually
LIKE coming to school, because I get to learn something new every day
from somebody that I like and respect and that I know does the best
they can to HELP me learn. Way back when we first got you for a
teacher, you didn't just tell us about how America was founded, but
helped us really understand WHY. You don't push us to learn and be
better students, you get us to want those things by getting us to
follow where you're leading."
To that, Celia added "I'm sure I'm ready, too. What Darci said about
you, that's how I feel, too. All the stuff you've done for us, and how
you treat all of us and everything -- it makes you somebody special...
which is just what I want the person I give my virginity to to be."
The next question I had for them was something that HAD to be asked:
"What about birth control? Is that already taken care of, or do I need
to do something?"
Interestingly, both of them looked somewhat relieved before Celia told
me "After the state said that all kids our ages had to have a sex
education class, my Mom said that if I was going to learn about sex
ed, I should decide if I wanted to be protected when I'm ready to
start being with guys. I said that I thought that was a good idea, and
she took me in to see her doctor. He gave me an exam, then wrote me a
prescription, so I'm on the Pill."
Darci calmly informed me "My Mom did pretty much the same thing,
except that she just asked me first, so I'm on birth control, too."
After a brief glance at Celia, she added "That was a while ago for
both of us, so we know it works."
Almost immediately, she realized that what she'd said might be
misunderstood, and hastened to add "Not that we've actually tried it
with a guy, or anything... just that both of us can kind of tell that
our periods feel different, somehow", with a faint blush.
To try and reassure her, I said "I figured it was something like that;
remember, you told me that you're both virgins", which seemed to help.
While their words did a lot to convince me that they were ready for
such a big step, it was something else that really clinched the
matter: when I'd asked if they were ready, Darci had calmly proceeded
to tell me of the things they'd thought to bring to deal with the loss
of their maidenheads. I had to figure that if they'd thought of how to
deal with the act itself and the aftereffects, they would likely have
given as much thought (if not more) about it beforehand. That they'd
gone so far as to actually bring the things they thought they should
have with them seemed a pretty clear indication that they were sincere
and ready to follow through on their request.
Both had waited quietly and (mostly) patiently as I sat there
thinking, and were ready to listen when I finally told them "I think
you're right -- that you are ready. I'm kinda nervous about this
because you trust me to make it right and good for you, and I don't
want to disappoint you. I'll do my very best to try and see to it that
you're happy about how things went when you leave."
From the smiles on their faces at hearing that, I knew that they were
pleased by what I said. I could also tell that they were likely as
nervous as I was -- but not afraid.
Looking back and forth between them, I let a few seconds pass in case
either of them had anything she wanted to say before I said "I'm
guessing that if you thought to bring things with you, you have
something particular in mind about how this happens. I'll tell you now
that I'm fine with it, whatever it is; this is YOUR time, and whatever
you say you need or want is what goes. Like I said, I want you to be
happy when you leave here, so that's all that really matters to me."
The two of them shared a brief look before Darci told me "When we were
talking about all of this -- with each other, I mean -- we decided that
it would probably be easiest if Celia and I were... were together for a
little bit, first. We know that you wouldn't do anything to hurt us,
but we figured that if both of us had an orgasm first, that would
help."
I smiled, and answered "That's fine. You said that you wanted me to
see what you do to prove you know what you're talking about in your
project paper, so I guess that means it's okay if I watch you? Or
would you rather be alone at first, now?"
Both managed to smile back at me as Celia said "Sure, watching is okay
-- but we were kinda hoping that you could actually be with us. You
know, on the bed and naked, too, but not, um, doing anything while
it's just us."
Darci quickly followed that by explaining "This feels a lot different
for us than when we were by ourselves with you, so just having you
there would be kind of an in-between thing so it'll be easier for us
later."
Drat the bad luck. I was being told that I could get naked and be
witness to the two of them pleasuring each other, but that I couldn't
actually get involved while it was happening. Well, it was a
sacrifice, but one I figured I could make if it helped them...
I didn't hesitate to tell them "Sure, I can do that, if it'll help and
that's what you want."
With that settled, the three of us sat there for a minute or so before
they realized that I was letting them set not just the "rules" for
what happened, but the pace, too. It was Darci that broke the silence
to ask "Is it okay if... if we start, now?"
"Of course it is. Now, after we talk a little bit if that's what you
want, or later -- that's up to you. You can even change your minds,
either or both of you, and I won't have any problem with it... really."
When I was done, both of them stood up, letting me know that then was
when they had in mind. I stood up, too, and went over to take one of
each girls hand and bring it to my lips to kiss before telling them "I
really am honored that you trust me and respect me enough that you'd
like ME to be the guy you share yourselves with first. I'll do
everything I can to be worthy of the honor that you're giving me."
My words settled them down considerably, and they let me guide them to
stand next to me so I could put an arm around each as we made our way
to the bedroom. Once inside, I released their hands and waited to see
what was next.
That turned out to be getting undressed; when I saw each of them start
unbuttoning the blouse she had on, I went to work on my shirt. They
were able to rid themselves of their shoes, socks, and slacks well
ahead of me getting similarly unclothed, and shed their panties while
I was still getting my pants unfastened. Naked, they calmly pulled the
covers down on my bed and got themselves stretched out on it as I
finally got my shorts past the obstruction of my semi-erect cock. I
moved to the side that they'd left empty for me, and calmly (on the
outside, at least) got myself seated with my back against the
headboard so as to leave them as much room as possible. After each had
given me a brief smile, they faced each other.
It was easy enough to see that they were a trifle embarrassed and
hesitant at first; but as I continued to sit there quietly and not do
anything, they began to "connect" with each other. It didn't take long
before Darci moved her head in to give Celia a soft kiss on the lips --
one that Celia readily returned. After looking into each others eyes
for a few seconds, Darci did it again... except that their second kiss
lasted appreciably longer and was distinctly more involved on BOTH
their parts.
Celia was the one to initiate the next meeting of their lips, which
was the precursor to each of them moving a hand to the others body. As
the time that they kissed grew, each of them began to caress the
others body. Initially, their touches were simple expressions of
affection as sides and hips and backs were tenderly caressed; I found
myself somewhat envious of the obvious love and closeness they felt as
I witnessed their actions. Soon enough, however, I could see that
their care for each other was transforming into desire as their hands
slowly moved closer and closer to each other's breasts.
The way that they were situated, I had a clearer view of Darci than I
did of Celia; I didn't have any trouble seeing Celia's hand move over
her lover's breast, spreading her finger so that she could softly draw
them from where Darci's slightly smaller breast met her body to the
raised mounds of her areolas. Even as I watched, I saw the pale caps
of Darci's mammaries begin to swell and her nipples start to grow.
Though I couldn't see it as well as I would have liked, the slight
movements Celia made told me that she was as pleased with what her
partner was doing as Darci was.
Over the course of the next several minutes, the love and desire they
felt for each other grew more and more apparent. Celia was the first
to move her hand, from Darci's breast to her ass; but Darci was only a
second behind in doing the same thing. It was Darci that chose to move
one of her legs and open herself to Celia's touch; even as Celia was
complying with her partners unspoken request, she was returning the
gesture. The only other times I'd seen any kind of intimate contact
between females had been in porn movies, and what was going on between
the two young women sharing my bed just then bore the same
relationship to porn as a Rembrandt does to a velvet Elvis. The more I
watched them, the more amazed and awed I became with how patient and
tender and loving they were with each other. There wasn't any
mistaking the desire they shared, but it was simply just one part of
the complexity of their relationship.
I was starting to detect the heady aroma of aroused female when the
two of them decided to move things along a little farther. After a bit
of wriggling and scooting, they got themselves moved to the
approximate center of my bed, but crosswise. That was followed by
Darci getting to her hands and knees, then moving so that her head was
even with Celia's. From there, she started slowly kissing and licking
her way from Celia's face and ears to her shoulders, and finally
ending up with her mouth on the tip of one of Celia's breasts. As she
was doing that, Celia was return the oral favors Darci was bestowing
on her -- including fastening her lips around the pale pink peak of one
of Darci's mammaries. From where I was sitting (careful to remain
still and quiet), there was no doubting that both of them were having
a grand time with each other. After a few minutes of that, which left
two pairs of breasts with erect and saliva-shiny nipples, Darci slowly
resumed her journey. As she slowly moved herself farther and farther
down Celia's body, Darci continued to apply innumerable soft kisses
and gentle lip-nibbles to random spots on the smooth, clear expanse of
Celia's skin.
Once Darci's lips moved past her navel, Celia slowly brought her knees
up and moved her feet apart so she could open herself to Darci's
attentions. The way they were situated, I could see that Celia's labia
had gotten somewhat dark and were beginning to separate; the area
around her vaginal opening was already glistening slightly.
When Darci had moved far enough over Celia, her head blocked my view
of what she was doing -- not that I needed to SEE it to know what was
going on. At the other end, Celia's head had come up off the bed and
was moving slightly between Darci's thighs.
Since they'd said that they wanted me to see, I didn't figure they'd
mind if I moved around a little bit so I could do just that.
Carefully, so I didn't distract or disturb them, I eased myself off
the bed so that I could move around on the floor -- figuring that I
could at least avoid bothering them with any movement of the bed. I
didn't have to move far to get a wonderfully clear vision of what
Darci's limber tongue was doing to Celia's genitalia: dipping between
the slightly distended labia, circling around the barely-exposed
nubbin of Celia's clitoris, and softly lapping at the entrance to the
youngster's womanhood. Even as I watched, Darci was able to bring
Celia's clit farther and farther out from under its cover, and tease
her friend and lover into producing even more of her nectar.
Part of being a teacher is the willingness to keep learning ourselves;
so even as I was delighting in the activity my two lovely students
were engaged in, there was still a part of me that was watching and
cataloging what they were doing. One of the first things to get my
attention was how quickly they were moving -- which wasn't very. I
thought I'd been taking my time and going slow when I'd performed
cunnilingus on my class of girls, and even more so with them
individually; but Darci (and Celia, from what I could tell) went about
it almost languorously.
Moving around to where I could see what Celia was doing, the second
thing I noticed was that they patently weren't trying to bring each
other to an orgasm. As I continued to watch, I finally figured out
that each was more interested in giving pleasure to the other, and
letting the arousal and desire build within that. Seeing how happy and
content they were with each other, that was something that I quietly
resolved to keep in mind for any female I was intimate with.
Even with them taking their time about enjoying themselves and each
other, there was still plenty for me to watch. Not only were their
lips and tongues and mouths busy, but their hands drifted back and
forth and hither and yon on each others bodies, as well. The third
thing I took note of was that they didn't limit themselves to one kind
of touch, either. One of them might touch a breast with a
feather-light caress one minute, then come back and drag her
fingernails across it the next -- and follow THAT with a firm (yet
gentle) squeeze. It was incredibly erotic watching them, as well as
poignant at how loving they were.
Despite (or perhaps because of) how leisurely they were about their
activities, they were still experiencing growing desires and arousal;
and as their excitement increased, so did the pace and intensity of
their actions. I continued to move around them, first watching one of
them, then the other, and then the two of them together. My thoughts
ranged from marveling at how into each other they were and desperately
wishing that I could somehow become part of them, to despair that what
I was seeing might fade from my memory, to eager anticipation of the
time that I'd be able to sink my diamond-hard cock into each of them.
As they finally approached the point that I knew they simply HAD to
finish before long, I opted to stay on the floor rather than get onto
the bed with them. When I'd been with them individually, they'd both
benefited from a little refreshment when we'd been done; after seeing
what they were like together, I didn't doubt for a moment that I'd
need to get drinks and snacks for them.
Celia was the first of them to find her release, emitting a soft but
deep groan as her hips lifted off the bed, followed by several bouts
of powerful shuddering coursing through her body. That Darci continued
actively stimulating her the whole time doubtless contributed to the
intensity of it.
In return, Darci barely had time to raise her head from between
Celia's legs than Celia was attempting to return the favor. From where
I was positioned, I could see the impending cataclysm on Darci's face
as Celia's increased efforts began to take effect. It couldn't have
taken but a couple of minutes for Celia to bring her friend and lover
the kind of joy that she'd just experienced: throwing her head back,
Darci spasmed several times while emitting a high-pitched keening
sound whose intensity varies in time with the pleasure coursing
through her.
When it was over for her, Darci somehow managed to get herself off of
Celia and onto the bed in what could only be described as a controlled
crash. Free to move, it took Celia only a few moments to get herself
turned around so that she and Darci could hold each other -- neither of
them taking the slightest notice of me.
Figuring that they might like a little privacy for any after-sex
cuddling and talk, I took the opportunity to make a discreet exit so I
could head into the kitchen. It was only a couple minutes work to put
together a plate of snacks and some sodas, then it was back to the
bedroom. When I got there, I saw that they'd pulled themselves
together enough to get relocated on the bed so that they were back to
where they'd originally been. Seeing what I had in my hands, both
brightened considerably and moved to sit up so that they could rest
against the headboard. They also moved apart enough to make it clear
that they wanted me to sit between them.
Once I'd carefully gotten myself settled in, I offered each of them a
soda and set the plate on my lap so they could both reach it. Both
were visibly pleased when I reached out to put my arms around them,
and hold them close as they got their energy back. When they were
done, both thanked me for bringing the drinks and food; I simply told
them that I was glad to do it.
After a couple of false starts, Darci managed to ask me "You... you
weren't bothered by us? What we were doing, I mean?"
"Not even a little bit", I assured her. "In fact, I thought it was
quite lovely. I could see that you love and care for each other a lot,
and that you were trying to make each other feel good. Why should
something like that bother me?"
A trifle hesitantly, Celia said "We're both girls, and we were doing
stuff with each other. I've seen how most women kiss each other, and
it's always on the cheek and not on the lips like Darci and I were
doing. Not to mention the way we were touching each other."
"Okay, I can understand how you'd feel different about doing that,
particularly with me here. But I'll tell you again, it wasn't anything
that either of you should be ashamed of, or feel bad about. You were
both doing it because you really care about the other, you wanted to,
neither of you was doing anything the other didn't like, and it made
you feel good. If someone else doesn't like that, then that's their
problem, not yours. Don't pay any attention to anyone that tries to
tell you that what you do with each other in private is wrong, EVER."
Darci wanted to know "You really thought it was lovely?"
"I certainly did", I answered. "Both of you are very attractive and
lovely, and like I said, I could see how much you care for each
other."
"I... I think you thought it... it was sexy, too. I mean, I saw that you
were hard when I sat up", Celia said, somewhat apologetically.
"Yes, I did."
"Why?", she wanted to know.
"I'm not sure I can explain it, really. I think most guys find the
sight of two girls together arousing, but I suspect that that's mostly
because they have a dream or fantasy that the girls are only doing
that because THEY aren't there; they like to believe that if they were
to show up when two girls were making love, the girls would give up
each other so they could both be with the guy."
"And you don't think that way?" Darci asked.
"No. I know that if two women make love with each other, it's because
THEY want to be together, and I'm grown up enough to accept that. I
thought you two were sexy together not just because of what you were
doing, but because I could see that you love each other, and that both
of you liked what was happening. Basically, I thought it was sexy
because both of YOU thought it was sexy enough that you were getting
excited by it."
Celia spoke up to ask "Didn't you want to do anything WITH us?"
I laughed for a moment before answering "Oh, I wanted to, sure. But I
could see that you were so involved with each other that I just
couldn't do anything to interrupt that. I care for you and respect you
too much to do anything else."
As they thought about that, I got the soda cans together, and set them
and the plate on one of the night stands next to the bed. When I was
back between them again, Darci asked "You really feel that way about
us?"
"I said so, and I mean it. You're smart, intelligent, attractive young
women. You know what you want, and you're not afraid to go after it --
even if you're nervous or scared. You're honest with yourselves and
other people, and you've got the smarts and courage to be independent
and think for yourselves. What's not to care for? And respect?"
I looked at each of them, and saw that they appreciated what I said,
and were pleased by it. I gave them a soft hug, and a moment later,
Darci said "Yeah, both of us were nervous and a little scared when we
decided that we wanted you to be the one we give our virginity to. But
it helped a lot that we know what kind of person you are. We've all
talked about what happened when you helped us learn about oral sex,
and Kathrine and Casandra told us what you said about the kind of
trouble you could get into by being with us even though our folks said
it was okay, and that made all of us really understand how much it
means to you to help us learn stuff; and that got all of us thinking
about WHY you'd be willing to do the stuff you have. We know that none
of us looks like a movie star or anything, so we all figure that you
do stuff like that because you really do want to HELP us -- and that
means a LOT."
To that, Celia added "Even so, Darci and I... we really had a tough time
getting to where we could actually ask you to be with us the way we
want; we know that that's way more serious than even the oral sex
stuff you helped us with. If you'd said no, we would have figured
something else out, but neither one of us thinks that would have been
anywhere NEAR as good."
That seemed to be the cue for Darci to say "We didn't really plan
anything, you know, about what happens with you and us. I mean,
neither one of us really knows what to expect, except from what we
read other places -- and most of that really didn't sound very good.
Both of us know how we want it to happen, you know, when it's time;
but we figured we'd better talk to you about it before anything
happens so you could help us make it more like what we want."
Both of them waited patiently for the minute or so that I used to go
over things in my mind. I knew they were listening closely as I told
them "I said I'd do my best to make this good and right for you, and I
will. Whatever you need or want me to do, that's all I need to hear.
There are a couple of things that you should know before you make any
final decisions; once I've told you what they are, the rest is
entirely up to you." That said, it was on to remind them about my male
limitations regarding number of climaxes and necessary recovery time.
When I was done, I asked "Do you want some time to talk to each other
about what I just told you? I can leave for a little bit, if you want
to be alone."
Both quickly let me know I didn't have to leave, followed by Celia
telling me "What you said about your climaxes, and afterwards... I don't
have any problem with that. I think it'll work out pretty good, even",
with Darci adding "Yeah, I'm okay with it, too. It's pretty close to
what I'd have wanted, anyway."
With that settled, I gave them another gentle hug before asking "Then
I guess the only question I have is who's first, and when?"
It was Celia that answered "We agreed that I'd be first. Uh, when is
whenever you want to, I guess."
Pulling my arm from around Darci, I reached over and used a few nudges
to get Celia to get up and move to my lap so that she was facing me.
Taking her hands in mine, I looked into her eyes and told her "When I
want to is only when you're ready, Celia. We start when you want, we
take as LONG as you want, we only do what you want, and it only
happens if you want. I need you to understand something: right up
until the time that your hymen is broken, YOU decide things. Anywhere
along the way, any time you want, you can change your mind about ANY
of this. Even if you want me to stop, I will -- and I won't be mad or
upset or disappointed. You know why?"
Her eyes stayed locked with mine as she shook her head, and I told her
"Because all I want is what YOU want, for whatever reasons you have.
If you change your mind and want us to stop, then that's what we'll do
because that's what would be right for YOU. Okay?"
When I'd first gotten Celia on my lap, I could see that she was
nervous about the two of us getting started; but by the time I
finished what I had to say, she seemed to be about as calm about it as
she could be. I could see in her eyes that she knew I meant every word
I'd said, just as I could see that she trusted me completely to do
right by her.
Celia and I sat there for a few seconds, looking into each others eyes
and getting on the same wavelength, before Darci said "I'll go get the
bag with the stuff in it so you two can relax...", followed by her
getting up and heading out of the bedroom.
Once we were alone, I told Celia "I mean it, Celia. I'm not going to
deliberately do anything to make you uncomfortable, or hurt you, or
rush you. If I do, I want you to let me know, so I can STOP, okay?
That doesn't meant that we have to quit or anything like that, just
that I don't bother you any more -- so don't let me. Will you do that
for me?"
Smiling, she answered "Yeah, I'll do that, Mister Thompson."
I'd tried to get the girls to use my first name outside of the
classroom, but not a one of them was able/willing to take me up on it.
I still didn't care for it, but had given up trying to change things.
I was happy to smile back at her, and it took only a gesture on my
part for her to lean forward slightly so we could hug each other. As
we did, I took the opportunity to whisper in her ear "Seriously,
Celia. It would hurt ME if I hurt you", and felt her nod her head in
understanding. We were still holding each other when I saw Darci peek
in, then seeing that Celia and I weren't having any kind of "private"
moment, come in with the bag she'd brought. Resting it on the chair I
had in the bedroom, she opened it up and rummaged around a little bit
before pulling out a longish cylinder. When she came over to the bed,
I saw that it looked like terrycloth; a moment later, I realized that
it was probably a beach towel, or something similar. That proved to be
the case when she unrolled it, and also revealed that there was
something else that had been tucked inside. Seeing that I was looking
at it, she blushed faintly as she told me "That's, uh, some plastic.
For under the towel. In case we, uh, bleed or, um, anything. So we
don't stain your stuff. Your sheets or anything, I mean."
To try and put her at ease again, I simply told her "Thank you. That's
very considerate."
She went on to tell me "There's some towels we bought in there, too,
so we don't ruin any of yours, or anything. You know, in case."
"You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate the gesture. Thank you again."
Relieved by my attitude, she calmly set the things she'd brought on
the night stand on "her" side of the bed before moving to sit where
she was able to talk to Celia and I, but not too close. After she'd
pulled back from me a little bit (though still in my arms), Celia told
me "What we thought was that we could kind of... help each other, but
without getting in the way. Like while it's me and you, she'll get
that stuff ready so we don't have to stop or anything; and I'll do the
same for her. That kind of thing."
"I certainly don't have any problem with that. In fact, it sounds like
a pretty good idea", I answered, making both of them smile in relief.
Somehow, I didn't believe for a minute that that was going to be the
limit of the help they gave each other; but if that was what it took
to help them relax and be comfortable, then it was fine with me.
With my attention on her, Celia went on to tell me "I... I've read about
some of the way that a girl can have a guy in her the first time -- you
know, the positions they can be in. What I'd like to do -- you know,
when it's time -- is... is for me to be the one on top. I know you
wouldn't do anything to rush me or hurt me if it happened some other
way, but I think I'd like that one", a bit apologetically.
After giving her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, I answered "If
that's what you want, then that's all I need to hear" to her visible
relief. The first time I'd been alone with her, she'd willingly let me
learn that while she wasn't as small inside as Evette, she wasn't as
easily opened and stretched as Kathrine, either. If her being on top
helped her relax enough to let it happen, I was fine with it.
When she didn't have anything else to say after a few seconds, I
leaned forward; she readily met me halfway so the two of us could
share a soft, loving kiss. Each of us pulled back slightly afterwards,
and it was clear as it could be that she was ready for us to get
started.
As our lips met for our next kiss, I began softly caressing Celia's
back. From shoulders to just short of her cute buns, and including her
sides, I let my hands wander across her soft, smooth skin. Remembering
the lesson I'd gotten from her and Darci, I deliberately varied how I
touched her: butterfly-light with just my fingertips to spreading my
fingers and getting the whole surface of my hand in contact with her,
and everything and anything in between. When she began to do the same
to me, I learned just how pleasurable and erotic it could be on the
receiving end, too.
I also remembered my resolve to go slower than I was used to, and let
Celia set the pace of how things moved along between us. It turned out
to be absent the frustration I'd expected: by going slower, I had the
time and opportunity to really feel my hands on Celia's body, and hers
on mine. The more relaxed and stately progress also impacted our
kisses, somehow making them more personal and intimate -- something
that was a very pleasant surprise to me.
Still, there came the point where I was able to begin including the
mounds on Celia's chest in my caresses... and readily continued the
almost lackadaisical approach to intimacy that she and Darci had shown
me. I doubt that the advance of my touch on her firm mammaries was
much more than half a square inch at a time -- which only heightened
the pleasure I got from the contact. For her part, Celia seemed to be
touching me much the same way she had Darci... and I reveled in it. When
I detected the first faint scent of her arousal, I knew that was the
signal for my final exam: to apply myself toward the singular goal of
pleasing and arousing her enough that she would actually be happy
about being deflowered, after the fact.
Casually and carefully, I gradually got Celia to move so that the two
of us were laying on our sides -- using as little of my attention as I
could to ensure that we left room for Darci to get the plastic and
towel ready for us. Celia and I continued kissing and caressing, using
the change in our positions to begin including each others genitals in
our touches. Celia didn't have the slightest reluctance to open her
legs and make herself available to me, and I kept the trust she was
showing me by keeping my activities totally non-threatening to her
virginity. That's not to say that I didn't take advantage of the
chance to examine her womanhood, however... only that I did so with
infinite patience and gentleness, always alert to any sign that I was
causing her any kind of discomfort or distress. The way she responded
to my tender explorations told me that she enjoyed what I was doing.
I certainly didn't have any issues with what SHE was doing, either.
Her soft, cool hand felt terrific on my cock and balls -- when they
were included. Celia was being as indirect about touching me as I was
about what I was doing, which left me with some idea of how much
pleasure I was giving her.
As both of us gradually got more and more aroused, the increasingly
strong scent of her finally convinced me that it was time for me to
sit for my final exam in Pleasing A Woman.
After patiently easing her onto her back, I moved myself over her; she
didn't hesitate to spread her legs to make room for mine, smiling up
at me in complete trust as she did so. Lowering my head, my first goal
was one of her ears -- when I took her ear lobe between my lips and
ever so gently nipped at it with my teeth, I could feel it as she
groaned her pleasure and arousal.
From that simple and humble beginning, I carefully applied everything
I'd ever learned about pleasing and arousing a woman -- only in the
ways that I'd learned from Celia and Darci. I'm sure it must have
taken a good fifteen minutes for me to work my way from the one ear to
the other, then back and forth across her shoulders via her throat,
and points south until I reached the upper slopes of her breasts.
Another ten finally found me at their peaks, subjecting their dark
crowns and the stiff cylinders of her nipples to various oral tortures
as she held my head in her hands.
Only when I'd decided that her nipples simply couldn't GET any longer
or harder did I continue my journey down her body. There couldn't have
been a single bit of the smooth, flat plain of her belly and abdomen
that didn't feel my lips and tongue before my chin felt the slight
tickle of her thick bush. Along the way, Celia brought her knees up
and spread her feet, opening her legs to make room for my body. I'm
SURE that I spent a good five minutes doing nothing but nuzzling the
soft blond mat covering her mons before kissing my way down to the
inside of one of her thighs... and then on to her knee before reversing
course and doing the same to the other leg. By the time I got back to
her pubis, the scent of her was almost thick enough to cut with a
knife. Using my thumbs, I gently spread the faint part in her pubic
hair that I knew her cleft was under. With her labia exposed, I could
see that they were glistening with her woman's dew, and flushed with
her arousal. Between and below them, her opening was easily visible
and shiny with the overflow of her juices; at the top, her engorged
clitoris had thrown back its hood to stand exposed to my gaze.
Lowering my head, I extended my tongue toward the entrance to her
womanhood and took the smallest sample I could manage of her nectar. I
repeated my efforts many more times, each pass of my tongue drawing
down the reservoir and making it necessary to dip marginally farther
toward the tight ring guarding her maidenhood. Only after the tip of
my tongue brushed across her opening without gathering some of her
essence was I willing to shift my attentions to a more productive
target.
Celia's erect clitoris made a dandy target for my next mission. I
continued my relaxed approach to ministering to it, and it was a few
minutes before I began to feel her arching her pelvis up in response
to what I was doing. Other than periodically lapping up whatever
juices had leaked out of her, I kept my attention on bringing her as
much pleasure as I could while steadily raising her arousal to higher
and higher levels.
Things had gotten to the point that tending her clitoris was proving
problematic because of the nearly constant motion of her pelvis that I
heard her tell me "Mister Thompson... please... I want you inside me now..."
After giving the pearl at the apex of her cleft another gentle caress
with my tongue and making a final collection of her oils, I raised my
head from between her legs. Looking up at her, I could see that her
face and shoulders were tinged with her aroused blush. When I'd moved
my body over hers again, she reached up and pulled my head down so she
could give me an impassioned kiss before saying "I want to feel you IN
me when I orgasm."
My answer was to re-position my arms and legs slightly, then hold her
close as I rolled over onto my back -- and the towel that Darci had
gotten ready for us. It took only a few moments for Celia to get
herself straddling my waist; following that, she began to ease herself
back. When she was where she wanted to be, she took my erect cock in
her hand and leaned forward to take it between her lips. As she bobbed
her head over me, she slid her tongue along the underside of my
hardness as if to make sure that I'd stay as hard and stiff as she
needed me to be. Her efforts lasted only a couple of minutes, and as
she raised her head at the end, she left a coating of her saliva on
me.
Satisfied that both of us were ready, she scooted herself forward
again until her wet cleft was pressed against the bottom of my
erection. Raising up, Celia took my slick penis in her hand and
levered it up before lowering herself enough that I was faintly
pressed against her opening. I put my hands on her hips with only
enough pressure to let her know they were there to support her if she
needed, and she smiled at me in gratitude. Looking up at her, I told
her "Patiently, Celia. Try to relax and LET yourself down on me. Stop
or back up if you need to. Just don't hurt us, okay?"
She nodded in acknowledgment, and although I could see that she was
understandably nervous, she didn't appear to be afraid. I simply held
myself still as I waited to see what she wanted to do.
It took a minute, but I finally felt her begin to try and settle
herself onto the rigid protrusion extending from my groin. As I'd
hoped and encouraged, she took her time and didn't overly "push"
things. I could feel the end of my cock pressing against the entrance
to her virginity, and even begin to slip through, when she suddenly
backed off slightly. I saw her look down at me, and told her "It's
okay, Celia. Whatever you need to do is fine with me", with a soft
caress of her hip.
After giving me a brief smile, she returned her attention to where we
were semi-coupled. Still holding me steady against her opening, she
gradually let herself press down on me more and more. It took only a
few seconds for her to equal the progress she'd already made; from
there, she carefully and slowly continued to try and lower herself
onto me. When she'd gotten perhaps half the head of my erection
through the tight ring of her opening, she paused again -- but without
lifting up, so that she was maintaining the pressure she was applying.
I watched as she took a couple of slow, deep breaths, and could feel
the change as she tried to relax herself. A couple more breaths, and I
could tell that she was starting to get the results she wanted.
Another few breaths, and she was ready to continue; not only could I
see her concentration on her face, but I could also feel that she was
able to fit herself around me marginally more quickly, and seemingly
more easily. She'd almost managed to get herself past the head of my
cock when I felt her pause again -- quickly followed by suddenly
letting herself drop onto me a short distance, accompanied by a small
squeak from her as the largest part of my organ was enveloped by her
sheath.
I was watching her closely when she finally opened her eyes and looked
down at me with a pleased smile. She released the hold she had on my
cock and told me "I did it! You're IN me!"
Only then did she notice the concern on my face, and ask "What? Is
something wrong?"
"I think that's the question I should be asking YOU", I answered. "I
heard you make a noise when you did that..."
"Oh. No, I'm not really hurt or anything."
"'Not really' hurt?", I asked.
Slightly abashed, she answered "Well, I could feel it -- you know,
inside -- when my cherry broke. It was only a second, though, and it
didn't actually hurt or anything; I was just surprised by it, is all."
Looking at her, I had to concede that it certainly didn't seem like
she was in any distress (far from it, in fact). Well, it had been her
choice, so there wasn't anything for me to say about it, other than
"As long as you're okay, that's all that matters."
"Oh, this is better than just 'okay'. I like it, even only having this
much of you inside!"
If I'd been paying attention the way I should have, that would have
been my first clue as to just how much Celia could (and would!) enjoy
sex.
Instead, I let it slip right by me as she told me "I know that's the
biggest part, so I think the rest will go pretty easy."
"Probably so", I admitted, adding "But there's no reason to hurry and
do anything that doesn't feel right, either."
Only mildly chastised, Celia was still smiling as she nodded her understanding.
A few moment later, I felt it as she let some of her weight rest on
where the two of us were joined as she began the process of getting
herself onto me even more. Her initial effort didn't work, but once
she got the idea to raise up a little bit so her oils would get
distributed a little better, she began to make progress. It was slow,
at first, but progress none the less.
Other than providing whatever encouragement and reassurance she might
need, I left her pretty much to her own devices as she got her cute
little butt closer and closer to resting on my "lap". She never
displayed any sign of experiencing any pain, and the only indication I
got that my size was an issue for her was that she'd stop every so
often to take a few deep breaths and deliberately calm and relax
herself. When she made her final push and felt her pubic area pressing
against mine, she looked at me again to proudly declare "I did it! I
got all of you inside me! GOD, you feel huge..."
Despite knowing better, that last bit from her DID leave me feeling
somewhat pleased with myself.
While Celia had been involved with deflowering herself and getting the
two of us coupled, my attention had been on her exclusively; I was
reminded that Darci was there when I heard her ask "You're okay? Does
it feel good?"
Celia turned her head to look at her friend and lover (just as I did),
and I heard her say "Oh, I'm way better than just 'okay'! Having him
in me... it's like... now I'm complete, and I KNOW what that empty place
between my legs is really for! I thought it would feel good -- but not
like THIS..."
Though I could see that Darci was envious, I couldn't see any
indication that she was jealous, or experiencing any other kind of
negative response to what Celia was saying and experiencing.
Darci didn't have any more questions, and it didn't take long for
Celia to get used to being filled with my manhood. Comfortable with my
presence in her, she began to try moving herself around a bit. Her
initial movements were small and tentative at first, but as her
natural lubricants got spread around more and more, the range and
enthusiasm of her efforts increased dramatically. When I chanced a
brief look at Darci, I saw that both of her nipples were erect, and
she had one hand between her thighs.
Tight as Celia was, just about anything she did felt good to me -- but
when she finally got around to seeing how it felt as she slid herself
up and down on my erection... well, that was damn near heaven. I have to
figure that it felt pretty good for her, too, since she kept doing it.
Not just the small, slow motions she started with, either; it didn't
take her long to be perfectly happy and comfortable bouncing herself
up and down nearly the entire length of me almost as fast as she could
manage. Naturally enough, that felt bloody fucking marvelous to me,
and it was all I could do not to tell her to slow down (or blow my
load, quite honestly). My prayers were answered when her own physical
limitations began to kick in: her actions on me were new and different
enough that the difference in HOW she was using her muscles began to
take its toll.
She certainly wasn't out of breath, only tired, when she let herself
settle onto my lap again. With a lusty smile on her face, she told me
"I, uh, I think I'd be okay with it now if, you know, you wanted to
take over."
Keeping my amusement to myself, I responded by telling her "Sure, I
can do that. Why don't you rest a bit, first, though; and while you're
doing that, you can think if there's any other ways that you want us
to have sex."
The surprise she felt was plain as could be when she realized that
she'd only experienced ONE way the two of us could fuck; shortly on
the heels of that, I could see as she remembered some of the others
that she'd read about, and considered them. As I hoped, the myriad of
possibilities caused her to remain still on me long enough for me to
get myself fully under control again. I was about as ready as I could
be when she tentatively suggested "How about you behind me? The one
they call 'doggy' style? I always thought that looked kinda sexy..."
"It is sexy, if you want it to be. You're going to have to get off of
me, though", I answered.
Putting her hands on my chest to help steady herself, Celia lifted
herself off of me, blushing faintly when there was a faint 'pop' when
I pulled free of her. Free to move then, she quickly got off of me and
got herself positioned on her hands and knees. It took me only a few
seconds to get up to my knees and move behind her; I took a few
seconds to try and memorize how wonderful her ass looked, and how her
labia bracketed the wet opening between her thighs. Moving close to
her, I angled my penis down and got the head wedged against her
entrance; but before I could press forward, she rocked back, impaling
herself on me in a single motion -- and accompanied by an impassioned
moan of pleasure.
Leaning forward slightly, I was able to get my hands on the ample
mounds of her breasts. After I got her nipples trapped between my
middle and ring fingers, I lifted up slightly so I was supporting most
of the weight of her bust. Not knowing what I was doing, she turned
her head to look at me... but only for as long as it took for me to
start moving myself inside her. As my cock pistoned in and out of her
tight, wet sheath, her breasts began to sway; as they did, their
movement caused them to pull against where I had a secure hold on her
nipples. Between feeling my cock sliding in and out of her and the
rhythmic tugging against the peaks of her mammaries, it didn't take
long for Celia's pleasure and arousal to begin growing.
Despite the fun I was having feeling her breasts shifting in my hands,
the position I was in was a bit awkward, so I finally released my hold
on her in favor of straightening out again after a couple of minutes.
Putting my hands on her hips, I was able to steady Celia enough that I
could start thrusting into her a little harder and faster, which she
appreciated.
As I continued to slide myself in and out of the warmth and snugness
of Celia's womanhood, I was practically gobsmacked to realize that she
was actually getting close to having an orgasm. I'd kinda caught on
that she enjoyed having me inside her and moving, but I didn't have
any idea it was THAT much, or that she'd be capable of getting that
much enjoyment from it so soon. But there was no denying that she was
getting wetter inside almost by the second, and that I could feel her
sheath clenching around me with increasing frequency. Not wanting to
climax any sooner than I had to, I steeled myself against the
stimulation I knew I'd receive when it happened for her.
Figuring that if she was enjoying it that much, there wasn't any
reason not to keep going, I maintained the pace and force of my
penetrations into her. It couldn't have been but a couple of minutes
later that she got incredibly tight and wet around me just ahead of
all but screaming with the start of an orgasm.
The way she clamped down on me would have made it all but impossible
to keep fucking her anyway, but I held myself still in her so that the
sensations she created around my hard cock didn't push ME over the
edge with her. As it turned out, it wasn't a particularly close call --
but I was still glad that I held myself still as her body (and vagina)
went through a series of spasms that made it as clear as could be that
the orgasm she was having was intense. When the last shudder had faded
away, I remained motionless in her as I continued to hold her hips to
help steady her. After a few seconds, I heard her soft "GOD, that was
good!" after she'd taken a deep (and shaky) breath.
After a few more seconds passed, I could tell that she was getting
control of herself again, and asked "Are you ready again?"
The bafflement she felt was plain in her voice as she asked "What do
you mean 'ready again'?"
My answer was to slowly arch my hips back, sliding my erection out of
her. It took a second for her to realize what that meant; even then,
she had to ask "You're still hard? And can keep going?", stunned.
Leaning forward again, I softly kissed the back of her neck and then
her shoulder before softly telling her "Yeah, if you want me to. Or we
can stop, if that's what you want to do", to which she hurriedly
answered "No, don't you DARE stop! I just thought you'd be done when I
was, was all. I want to keep going if you can!"
Somehow managing to not chuckle at her enthusiasm, I raised up again
and slowly got myself into the rhythm I'd been in. Celia began to
respond almost immediately, and it wasn't long before she was again
making an assortment of pleased and lusty noises.
Unfortunately, her enthusiasm was greater than her stamina. It wasn't
long until she turned her head to look at me and regretfully say "I'm
sorry, but I'm starting to feel kinda weak. I want us to keep having
sex, but I don't think I can stay up like this much longer..."
I responded by telling her "It's okay, dear. I know that was a big
one, so I'm not surprised it left you a little tired. If you're okay
with laying on your back, we can go with the the old favorite of
missionary position, and I'll do all the work", with a smile.
She readily agreed to my suggestion, and I heard her moan softly when
I eased my stiff cock out of her. I quickly got out of the way, and it
took only a few seconds for her to shakily get herself down on the bed
and onto her back. With a lusty grin on her face, she brought her
knees up and spread her legs wide, giving me a clear look at how
aroused she still was: her labia were dark with her desire, and her
vagina was shiny with the juices that were leaking out of her without
my erection present. When she cupped her breasts with her hands and
squeezed slightly before giving her nipples a little pinch, that was
all the invitation I needed to get myself positioned between her legs.
Once I'd gotten the head of my penis nestled between the soft gates
framing her opening, I moved my body over hers. I could feel her
nipples brushing against my chest when she reached up and pulled my
head down to give me a soft and affectionate kiss. I returned it the
same way, and when it ended I lifted my head up to look into her eyes
as I slowly pressed myself into her again. As I did, she lifted her
hips and arched her pelvis up toward mine in welcome.
With our new position, I was able to slide myself into her farther
than I could before; I watched her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure
when she felt the last bit of me slip through her portal even as the
end of my manhood touched the deepest part of her. When I went on to
gently bump my pelvis against hers (and her clit), all she could do
was close her eyes and release a throaty and impassioned "Oh, god."
I hadn't been sliding myself in and out of her but for a minute when I
realized that our new position was bringing her even more pleasure
than the other two. I don't know if it was because the swaying of her
breasts was dragging her nipples across my chest, that I was able to
penetrate her even farther, or perhaps the different angle was
applying more or different pressure against her erect clitoris.
Whatever it was, it was working -- and damn well. It was no surprise to
me that it took only a few minutes before I felt her vagina begin the
kind of intermittent clenching she'd gone through before.
Knowing what was going to happen, I gave myself over to not only
pleasuring her, but myself. It didn't take long for the increased
wetness, incredible warmth, and cyclic increase in her tightness began
to have their effect on me. The added stimulation from her only
inspired me to do what I could to increase her arousal and pleasure --
and thus my own. I knew that I was almost done when Celia surprised me
by beginning her own climax. I doubt that I'll ever know how I managed
to keep from slamming myself into her for the last few strokes it took
before my own release started; however, there was no preventing me
from trying to stuff as much of my cock into her as I could just ahead
of the first spray of my cum erupting in her. I was vaguely aware that
she'd already gone through a couple of powerful waves of pleasure, and
her orgasm had started to taper off slightly; but after I began hosing
her insides with my semen, I felt the intensity of her spasms increase
again as she groaned loudly and tried to press herself onto me even
farther.
Even after our respective climaxes had ended, all Celia and I could do
was lay there panting as I (barely) managed to support myself and keep
my weight off of her. When I'd gotten my breathing back under control,
I lifted my head enough that I could give her a number of small, soft
kisses -- to her eyes, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally
her lips. I was watching her when she opened her eyes, and as soon as
she recognized me, I saw the look of love and delight she got on
seeing me. The two of us exchanged several short, soft kisses before
she softly told me "I wanted my first time with a guy to be something
special, and I thought you could do that for me. Except that you've
done so much more than I could even dare hope would happen. You've
been so much more understanding and patient than I thought you would
be, and everything you've done has been to make this as easy for me as
it could be. But on top of all of that, you've shown me how good it
can feel, and how much joy and pleasure I can experience from
something as simple as sharing my body with someone else. I hoped that
it would at least feel GOOD the first time I had sex. I mean, I really
didn't expect anything like having orgasms until I'd done it some
more. But you made me feel so good about all of this that I didn't
just have AN orgasm, but two of them, and STRONG ones, the very first
time I've ever been with a guy. I can't tell you how much all of this
means to me, or how much I love you, or how I can ever thank you for
everything you've done for me."
I touched my lips to hers again before answering "Celia, everything
I've done for you, I've done it because you deserve it by being the
kind of person you are. The first thing I liked about you was how
you're smart and ready to learn, and how you aren't afraid to do
whatever you have to to reach the goals you set for yourself. And as
I've been around you, I've also learned that you have a kind and
generous spirit, a patient and gentle personality, and how nice and
fun it is to have you around. And on top of all of that, you're a very
pretty and sexy young woman. Finally, I've learned that you're an
affectionate and passionate lover. More than anything in the world, I
hope and pray that you find a life partner that deserves to have you
in their life; someone that's as special inside and out as YOU are."
I could see the tears forming in her eyes when I was done, and figured
that they were probably "happy" tears. But being a guy, ANY female
tears threw me, so I tried to head them off by telling her "I'd be
happy to stay with you like this for as long as you want -- except that
I'm getting smaller again, and I can feel that I'm going to slip out
of you any time. When that happens, my semen is going to start leaking
out of you and make a wet spot that we'll be laying in. Now, I'm
willing to keep laying here if it means I get to stay with you like
this; but if you don't want to start feeling cold and sticky from it,
we're going to have to figure out what to do."
As I hoped, the combined threat of having my cum dribbling out of her
and laying in a cold wet spot were enough to get her to blink back her
tears in favor of deciding what she wanted to do. Slightly
embarrassed, she told me "I think I'd better get up when that
happens."
After giving her another kiss, I told her "That's fine, dear. We can
take a quick shower together to clean up a little, and I'll be glad to
give you some time alone in the bathroom first, if you want."
I wasn't particularly surprised when she answered "I, uh, I think
yeah, I'd like to be in the bathroom first. But I most certainly DO
want to take a shower with you!"
"I'd like that", I assured her. I felt her shift slightly underneath
me, and that was all it took to cause my softened penis to pull free
of her. I didn't delay even a moment in moving off of her and getting
out of the way, expecting that she'd want to get up and find some
privacy. She did, and it couldn't have taken so much as five seconds
for her to get up and hurry into the bathroom, closing the door behind
her.
I was again reminded of Darci's presence when she sat near my hip
several seconds later and asked me "Is there anything you need, or
that I can do for you? Or Celia?"
"I'm good... but thank you for asking. You might want to check with
Celia if there's anything in particular when we get out of the shower,
but both of us are probably going to want something to drink."
"Yeah, I figured. I was going to get some sodas so they'd be here when
you were done."
"You heard us talking?", I asked.
"Um... yeah, a little bit. Mostly just that last part, though."
Before I could say anything else, the door to the bathroom opened
slightly and I hear Celia tell me "It's okay now, Mister Thompson."
I detoured to give Darci a quick kiss on the forehead as I got up and
made my way to the bathroom. After I'd closed the door behind me,
Celia plastered herself against my front and hugged me fiercely before
telling me "Thank you, Mister Thompson."
"You're welcome. What is it you're thanking me for?"
She giggled before answering "For reminding me about something I
forgot, and then letting me have some time in here without saying
anything or making me feel embarrassed."
I couldn't help chuckling before I told her "Celia, there's nothing to
be embarrassed about. Remember, I put my semen there, so I know it's
going to have to come out again sooner or later."
She giggled again, and answered "I know. But you were still nice about it."
Changing the subject, I asked "I take it that you're ready to clean up
a bit now?"
I felt her nod her head against my chest, and told her "Well, you'll
have to let go of me if I'm going to get the shower started."
Her response was to loosen her grip and move so that she was pressed
against my back before tightening her arms around me again. I had the
feel her full, warm breasts pressed against my back, as well as a few
wisps of her pubic hair brushing against me -- but I could move
more-or-less freely, and she stayed fastened to me as I made my way to
the shower and got the water started. The only time she turned loose
of me was when she extended a hand to check the temperature when I
told her it was ready. It fell within her standards, and she released
me so that we could each get under the spray. She insisted on cleaning
me first, and spent considerable time making sure my cock and balls
were clean. When it was my turn, I reciprocated -- with interest, since
she had the delightful addition of a pair of breasts. Once we were out
of the shower, we dried each other off, and used that as an excuse to
give each other a number of kisses or brief licks (purely to capture
any water droplets attempting to escape, of course) along the way.
Refreshed, dried, and alert, we made our way back to the bed; there
Darci had removed the towel and plastic, and was patiently waiting for
us.
After we sat down and Darci had issued each of us a cold soda, Celia
happily tucked herself into my side and got her arms around the one of
mine that wasn't needed to drink with. That left my hand in her lap,
so I used the opportunity to use my fingertips to begin softly
caressing the inside of her thigh.
When she'd taken a couple sips of her drink, Celia told Darci "I know
you want to know what it was like, and how it felt, and all of that.
We can talk about it later if you want, but it's okay with me to talk
about it now, with Mister Thompson here. It might even be better,
'cause you can ask him questions, too."
Completely unabashed, Darci didn't hesitate to ask "Was it as easy as
it looked? I mean, I could see that you were going slow and
everything, but it didn't seem like it ever HURT you."
"It wasn't easy, because he's so much bigger than I was on the inside
-- that's why I was going slow, so I could let myself stretch a little
bit at a time instead of all at once. No, it didn't hurt; I felt a
sharp tug inside, but it was only for a moment."
"It looked like it felt really good, even though it was taking longer
than I thought it would for you to get him inside..."
"Oh, it felt way better than just good! Like I told you, having him
inside me made me feel like I was... COMPLETE, as if I'd always been
missing something, and finally found out what it was. It took longer
than I thought it would, too. I mean, he's TOLD us he's average size
and everything, but when I finally got started with him, I really
learned how small I was inside. But he didn't do anything to try and
make it happen any faster than I wanted it to, and that helped me
relax and made it easier. Now I'm really glad that I got to be with
him the first time, instead of someone else that probably would have
hurt me."
Darci let Celia take a drink before observing "I... I could see how
excited you got and how it made you feel so good when he was moving in
you."
I could almost FEEL the smile that must have been on Celia's face as
she answered "That was the best of all. It was almost as good as the
first time I had an orgasm, except that it kept going on and on. I
figured it would feel good and everything, but that part was
wonderful!"
"There at the end, you were having an orgasm and all of a sudden it
looked it got strong again. Did it?"
"Yeah, it did -- that's when he started to climax. I could feel him
squirting in me, and I just... starting having a climax all over again."
"Why?"
Celia considered that for several seconds before answering "It was
several things, not just one. It was knowing that I'd made HIM feel
good, too; and just the fact that I could feel it. Part of it was
because it WAS him, and not someone else. There was some more to it,
too. I can't explain it, really, except to say that it was everything
about it all mixed together that just... hit me like that."
After a bit, Darci looked at me and asked "Did you know that you
called her 'dear' a couple of times?", unsure how I might respond.
A glance told me that Celia was watching to see how I'd answer, and I
could see that it surprised Darci when I replied "I know. I didn't do
it on purpose, but I'm not sorry I did it, either."
"Why not?", Darci wanted to know.
"Because she IS dear to me. She loves and trusts me enough to be
willing to share herself with me. I already thought she was a pretty
special person, so when she honored me by letting me be the first man
to be intimate with her, it made me feel even closer to her. If we're
intimate with each other again, I'll probably KEEP saying it -- as well
as calling her 'honey or 'sweetheart' or anything else that lets her
know she's important to me. If or when something like that happens
between you and me, or me and anyone else, I don't doubt that I'll do
the same thing. I don't mean it like I think I own you or anything
like that, or that the two of us should be a couple. All I mean is
that you are literally dear to me -- that you're important, and have a
special place in my heart."
Another quick look at Celia told me that she was pleased with what I'd
said, as was Darci when I turned my attention back to her.
I finished up by telling them "If you happen to say something like you
love me, or call me a name like that, or anything, I'm going to figure
that you mean it the same way -- that it isn't a big life-long claim
that you want to spend the rest of your life with me, just that you
think I'm a special and important part of YOUR life, too."
Having finished my soda, I started to lean over to set the empty can
on a night stand, but Darci quickly took it and set it aside for me.
She did the same a minute later when Celia was done. With no reason to
stay seated, I suggested to Celia that we lay down and stretch out;
she immediately agreed, and that was what we did. To my pleasure, it
wasn't but a few moments before I had both of them laying next to me
on their sides, each with an arm and leg draped across me. I got an
arm around each, and had a fine time caressing their young bodies as
the three of us chatted for the next little while. Along the way, I
learned that Darci had gotten up and moved around so she could see
what was going on just as I had done when it had been the two of THEM.
It was probably a bit over half an hour later when Darci hesitantly
asked me "Mister Thompson? Would... would it be too soon if, um, I
wanted to, you know, be with you now?"
"Only if you think it would be", I answered.
Hearing that, Celia quickly told her friend "You left ME alone when it
was my turn, so I'll leave YOU alone", and moved herself away from us
-- even going so far as to set the bag they'd brought on the floor so
she could sit in the chair.
After giving Celia a look that plainly expressed her gratitude, Darci
sat up enough to look into my face and ask "You wouldn't mind if I
wanted to get on top of you?"
I just smiled up at her and answered "Of course not."
It took her only a few seconds to get herself straddling my waist, and
then lean forward so that she was supporting her body on her elbows.
That left us face-to-face with her breasts pillowed against my chest.
After getting my arms around her, I held her lightly as I waited to
see what was next.
She looked at me closely for a few seconds, then softly told me "I
knew that I wanted to be with you like this ever since you were so
cool about talking to us about sex. Not just the how babies get
started part, but the rest of it -- about our feelings, and getting
horny, and that kind of stuff. The only thing that kept me from saying
anything before was that I really didn't think that you'd actually be
willing to DO anything like this with me. I mean, showing us how a guy
climaxes, and letting us learn about oral sex with you isn't anywhere
near as serious as actually having sex with us... and especially not
like letting us give our virginity to you. So when Celia told me that
SHE was thinking about it, I knew that was a way for me to find out if
it was possible. I already know, way deep down inside, that you
wouldn't deliberately do anything that you thought might hurt me; just
like I know that I can trust you not to try to go too fast for me, or
do anything I don't like, or get impatient or upset with me. You've
talked about 'having sex' with us, but I know that what's really
happening is that we're making LOVE -- and that's what I want to do
with you, more than anything else. After I had that first orgasm from
when you used your mouth on me, you told me that I could feel like
that again and again if I was with the right guy; and you helped me
understand what kind of guy that would be. Even while you were
talking, I realized I knew somebody like that: you. That's why I want
to tell you that I want to feel as good as you can help make me... that
I don't want you to hold back even a LITTLE bit. You don't have to do
anything special or use any kind of tricks you might know; I just want
to know what it's like to make love with someone that's like the kind
of person you told me I SHOULD be with."
I'd known that Darci was the most open and adventurous of all of them,
but I wasn't prepared for everything she had to say to me. As I
thought about what I wanted to say to her, and how to say it, she
remained still and waited patiently.
"I'm flattered and honored that you think I'm that kind of person, and
that you have that much trust and confidence in me. I treat you the
way I do because I love and respect and cherish who you are. What I've
done with you -- all of you -- has been making love... but only as much as
any of you has shown me you're ready for. Now, today, you have shown
me that you're ready to take the final step -- you've thought about it
beforehand, and that you're ready to take responsibility for what
happens... and more important still, that you can handle afterwards,
too. What happens between us today, tomorrow, or ever, is something
special to me; but you've also shown me that you understand that
'special' doesn't mean one-and-only or forever. If you're adult enough
to do all of that, then that's enough for me to make love with you
like an adult."
I watched as Darci considered what I'd said (and not said) for a few
seconds before accepting it and telling me "I can live with that."
When she was willing to meet my gaze, I knew she could, too. I started
to lift my head, and she mirrored my actions so that we could kiss
each other. As it progressed, I released my gentle hold on her in
favor of getting my hands on the smooth expanse of her back. I'd begun
caressing her in different ways at differing speeds using a variety of
touches when she pulled her head back slightly to tell me "You're the
best thing to ever happen to me -- bar none."
"Then let me give you my best", I answered.
Pleased by my response, she lowered her head so that we could bring
out lips together again.
I'd said that I wanted to give her my best, and that's what I did. I
was glad that the kisses we shared only gradually escalated from
affection to desire, both because it gave me the chance to let her
know that I really did care for her, and it gave me that much more
time to take pleasure with her body. Not just the caresses I'd
expanded to include her sides and shoulders and wonderfully-shaped
ass, but where the rest of her was in contact with me: her ample bust
slightly flattened against my chest with their peaks pressing into my
skin, her trim belly against mine while her smooth thighs were snugged
against my waist, and the faint tickle of her bush brushing my lower
belly.
Both of us were breathing appreciably faster than when we'd started
when Darci pulled back from me and raised up to support herself on
straightened arms. We only had to exchange a brief look for me to know
that she wanted me to pay attention to the most obvious signs of her
femininity. I was happy to do so, but still took the time to enjoy the
feel of her body under my hands as I got them relocated from her back
to her front.
I had gotten my hands covering the warm, firm masses of her breasts
and was softly running my thumbs over her stiffening nipples when
Darci managed to lower her head far enough that I could kiss her by
raising my own head as far as I could. We weren't able to kiss as much
or as long as we wanted to, but that only made the ones we did manage
to exchange mean that much more. By mutual accord, we let our attempts
to continue kissing fade -- which made it possible for me to redirect
my oral efforts to the peaks of her breasts. As full and firm as they
were, I most definitely didn't need to use my hands while I was gently
nursing at her bust; I was quite happy to put them back to work
molesting and fondling as much of her as I could reach while I used my
lips and mouth and tongue to re-familiarize myself with her areolas
and nipples... and do what I could to get them to stand out from the
greater masses they capped.
I deliberately left the choice of when I should move on to doing
something else (and what that might be) up to Darci; she wanted me to
deflower her, so I was perfectly willing to leave how we got to that
point entirely up to her. When she'd apparently decided that I
couldn't get her pale areolas any more swollen, and nipples any more
erect, she raised herself to the vertical again. I was initially a bit
disappointed, but cheered up appreciably when I felt her lift herself
off of me. She urged me to move over a bit; when I'd gotten myself
situated to satisfaction, she got herself turned around and moved to
straddle my chest. With that accomplished, it took only a few seconds
for her to get herself backed up so that her head was right over my
penis -- and her tasty snatch within easy snacking range.
Her labia easily looked as attractive as always, and I found my mouth
starting to water slightly as I lifted my head with the intention of
getting her as aroused as possible -- and perhaps even bringing her to
an orgasm, if she'd let me. As my head got close to her cleft of her
sex, I could see how excited she already was; her labia were distended
and slightly dark, while the area around her vaginal opening was
already glistening with the oils that had escaped her. At the other
end of her woman's divide, her clitoris was starting to appear from
under its hood. Laying there while I tried to memorize the sight of
her, I felt Darci's soft hand take gentle hold of my semi-erect cock
and lift it up. A moment later, it was surrounded by the indescribably
pleasant moist warmth of her oral cavity.
She barely had time to start using her limber tongue to begin teasing
the head of my manhood before I was nuzzling my way into her crotch.
After using the tip of my tongue to give her clitoris a few soft
strokes, I slipped it between her slick vaginal lips and slid my way
toward the accumulated nectar she was making available to me. Along
the way, I was able to get an excellent refresher of her unique taste.
The two of us spent the next few minutes orally pleasuring each other,
with her applying the skills she'd learned to bring me to full
hardness while I did my very best to both please and excite her. I was
pleased when she seemed content to be content with simply keeping me
erect while letting me steadily move her to higher and higher levels
of arousal. With what I'd learned about her, it wasn't difficult to
get her moving her pelvis in response to my tender ministrations as
she moaned and groaned her pleasure around my manhood. It wasn't much
longer before I could feel her body beginning to tense up as she got
closer and closer to a climax. It was when I began softly twirling the
flat of my tongue against the exposed nerve bundle of her clitoris
that finally eased her over the edge and into an orgasm... one that had
her releasing my erection from between her lips so that she could
breathe more easily as several waves of intense pleasure coursed
through her young frame.
Once the majority of her release had passed, she let her body come to
rest on mine as she get her breath and senses back. While I would have
been fine with continuing to lay there with her on top of me for a
while, only a couple of minutes passed until she told me "I'm ready to
give you my cherry, now. After that, I'm about as relaxed and wet
inside as I'm ever gonna be."
I managed to tilt my head far enough that I could make a final pass
across her opening (causing a small shudder to go through her) before
she pulled herself together again and moved off of me. I waited a
moment to see how she wanted it to happen, and was only mildly
surprised when she got herself stretched out on the towel-over-plastic
arrangement that Celia had laid out for us. Turning her head, Darci
told me "I know you being on top of me might not be the best way for
you to be in me the first time, but this is how I want it to happen."
Not bothering to try and discuss the matter with her, I simply sat up
and got myself positioned between her spread legs. Once I had, she
brought her knees up and got her feet even farther apart before
opening herself to me as much as she could. When I got my body over
hers, she looked up at me and said "I wanted to feel you over me, like
you were protecting me, and so we could look at each other and kiss
and stuff. I know you're going to be as patient and gentle as anyone
could be -- and that it still might hurt when my cherry breaks. If it
does, that's okay, because I know the pain will be as little as
anybody could make it -- and that it's because YOU made me a woman."
Looking deep into her eyes, I answered "Yes, I'm going to everything I
can to make this as easy and painless as I can. That means that I'm
not going to FORCE myself into you; all I'm going to do is push
against you enough that I can get inside you if that's what you want
me to do. I'll stop any time you say, as soon as you tell me to. If
you need or want me to back up, that's what I'll do. This is YOUR
time, and YOU make all the decisions. Okay?"
Although I could see that she clearly wasn't afraid, it was equally
plain that my words had reassured her. She nodded her understanding,
and I lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the forehead followed
by another to her lips. Touched by what I'd done, she smiled up at me
happily as I reached between us and got the head of my stiff manhood
settled against outside of her virginal chamber after she arched her
pelvis up to make things easier for both of us. Carefully watching
her, I gradually increased the pressure I applied to the tight ring of
her opening, confirming for her that I wasn't going to betray the
confidence and trust she'd placed in me.
When the force I was applying became great enough, I could feel the
first millimeter of my erection begin to pass into her -- as well as
how she was trying to relax herself to allow the penetration. It
didn't happen quickly or easily; but as Darci not only learned to
control and relax herself, but accepted that it really was entirely up
to her how fast it happened, I was gradually able to ease myself into
her more and more. The entire time, I carefully watched not only her
face, but her body language, to make sure that I wasn't "pushing" her
or causing any unwanted difficulties.
We'd almost gotten the head of my erection into her when she suddenly
surprised the hell out of me by relaxing herself almost completely --
the sudden and unexpected change caused nearly an additional inch of
my stiff cock to slip into her before I could stop. When it happened,
I saw a grimace of pain cross her face, and anxiously asked her "Are
you okay? How badly are you hurt? What do you want me to do? Do I need
to pull out?"
It took a couple of seconds for her to answer "Don't you dare pull
out! Yes, I'm okay, and you're doing fine as long as you hold still. I
didn't expect you to feel so big, is all."
A moment later, she added "I'm not hurt. Not much, anyway. I mean, I
felt something kind of... tear inside me, and it really hurt at first --
but it's not so much now, and it's getting better."
Looking at her, I could tell that she wasn't in as much pain as she'd
first experienced. I softly told her "You didn't have to do that, you
know."
Unrepentant, she answered "I know I didn't 'have' to, you dummy. It's
just that it seemed like it was taking so long, and I could tell how
close it was, and I just wanted it to be OVER."
I told her "I think I can understand that -- but like you said, it was
already so close. It might not have hurt so much if you'd waited just
a little longer."
Completely unfazed by my mild chastisement, she was smiling sweetly as
she replied "Maybe not. But then again, it might have hurt worse --
kind of like when you're taking an adhesive bandage off: just ripping
it off might hurt more, but it gets it over with faster, too. Besides,
it's over and done, so there's no point talking about it, is there?"
Well, there was that, of course.
I felt her wriggle around a little underneath me, and she told me "Um...
I'm feeling better now, so if you wanted to, it'd be okay with me if
you wanted to keep going... I, um, I'd kinda like it, even."
I gave her a tender kiss on the tip of her nose before asking "Just
tell me if you need me to stop or back up a little from here on,
okay?"
Seeing and hearing the concern I had for her, she solemnly nodded her
head in response.
After sliding my penis back and forth a few times to make sure there
was enough lubrication, I began to ease myself into her again. She
never asked me to stop or slow down because any time I felt any drag
or friction, I'd stop on my own and go through the cycle of making
sure her oils were properly distributed before continuing. It probably
didn't take much more than a couple of minutes before both of us felt
my pubic bone come to rest against hers; the ring of her vaginal
opening was clenched around the base of my manhood while I could feel
the tip of my penis just barely brushing against the deepest part of
her. Holding myself still in her, I lowered my head so the two of us
could exchange a kiss that was deeply loving despite its softness and
brevity. Darci moved to wrap her legs around my waist even as she was
encircling me with her arms; the slight change in the angle of her
pelvis allowed the last small fraction of an inch of my manhood slip
into her hot, tight sheath, accompanied by her soft moan. I could see
how happy and satisfied she was as she looked up at me and said "Now I
know what Celia meant when she said having you inside her made her
feel complete. Now, like this, I know that I'm female in a way that I
never have before. You feel so big in me, but so right, too..."
When she didn't say anything else for several seconds, I lowered my
head again and started kissing her anyplace I could get my lips on --
except for her lips. Her cheeks, earlobes, eyes, nose, shoulders,
throat... all felt the touch of my lips more than once. Only when I felt
her begin to try arching her pelvis slightly did I bring our lips
together again before raising my head and asking "You're ready for
what's left, now?"
There was no mistaking the eagerness in her voice as she simply
answered "Yeah, I am."
The two of us locked eyes, and I watched hers widen as I began to
slowly ease myself out of her. When only the head of my manhood was
behind the gate to her femininity, I paused for a second, then just as
slowly pressed myself into her -- and saw her eyes get even wider as I
once again filled her with hard cock. Once my pelvis was pressed
against hers again, she got a look of pure delight before I heard her
soft "It's even better than I thought it would be...", which I doubt she
realized she'd said out loud. With her obviously comfortable with
having me moving in her, my second stroke was a little faster; the
ones that followed each happened a bit quicker than the one before.
As my movements in her became faster and faster, Darci began arching
herself up in welcome to my thrusts. I was surprised at how hot she
was inside, and somewhat in awe at how her increasing wetness made it
possible for my adult-sized erection to slide in and out of her
incredibly tight womanhood. It felt like I was fucking into one finger
of a well-oiled rubber glove that was about two sizes too small, and
it was undoubtedly the high point of my sex life up until then.
Having already climaxed with Celia, there wasn't a chance in hell that
pistoning myself in and out of Darci was going to get me off again, no
matter how good she felt around me. And that left me free to delight
in being able to fill and empty her by turns, listening to her growing
moans of pleasure each time I pressed myself into her, and feel how
her hips would lift as she tried to keep me inside each time I
withdrew.
I was starting to get a little tired when Darci's vagina suddenly
clenched around me, making it all but impossible for me to keep
moving. I barely had time to realize that she was having an orgasm
when she released a deep and intense groan just ahead of her entire
body seizing up; well, all of it but the part that was wrapped around
my penis, anyway. That part of her went through a series of pulsing
spasms that ran from the base of my penis to the head, as though she
was trying to milk my semen out of me. Thankfully, it was still too
soon after I'd emptied myself into Celia, so all that happened was
that released my own groans at how good it felt.
When the intense pleasure she was experiencing finally tapered off,
Darci lay there panting as she tried to get her breath back. I could
see a fine sheen of perspiration on her that gave proof of how
physically taxing it had been for her. I was taking advantage of the
opportunity to rest a bit when her eyes opened up again. It took a
moment for her eyes to focus on me, and another second or so before
she recognized who I was. When she did, though, she practically lunged
off the bed to wrap her arms around me and hug me to within an inch of
my life as she tried to speak, saying little more than fragments of
sentences such as "I didn't... that was... oh, GOD... you..." over and over
again.
She finally released her hold on me and lowered herself back onto the
bed. Her expression was one of deep gratitude and awe as she told me
"I never thought that it would feel that much better, having an orgasm
while a guy was in me. I mean, I thought the ones I had before were
really good sometimes -- but THAT was was fucking amazing! I didn't
think it was EVER going to end, and it was so strong. I can't ever
thank you enough for being the one to help me experience something
like that!"
After I lowered my head and touched my lips to hers, she wrapped her
arms around me again, and hugged me fiercely as she tried to tell me
through her lips just how much she appreciated what had happened, and
how much I meant to her.
She eventually released her hold on me, and when I raised up again I
could tell that she could feel my hardness move inside her a bit.
Curious, she asked "Why aren't you making love with me again? Is
something wrong?"
I gave her only a quick kiss to avoid being captured again before I
answered "No, nothing's wrong. I'm just old and creaky, and getting a
little tired, is all."
Hearing that, she immediately suggested "Then let me be on top, so you
can rest."
I agreed, and rather than uncouple from her, I had her unwrap her legs
from around my waist so I could move mine to outside of hers, then
rolled the two of us over. When she had gotten herself kneeling and
raised her body over mine, I could see how pleased she was with what
I'd done. As she supported her body with her arms, she began to raise
and lower herself on my erection while I got my arms up and my hands
on her breasts again. The combination of having my cock moving in her
again AND having me tormenting her nipples proved to be even more
arousing for her, and it wasn't long before I could feel the overflow
of her juices begin to collect in my pubic hair -- and even trickle
down my scrotum.
Once I was satisfied that her areolas and nipples hadn't undergone any
notable changes since I'd last investigated them, I continued to
recoup my energy as I used my hands to explore the rest of her body
again... and particularly the globes of her ass, which got amazingly
tight and firm each time she slid herself back down onto me.
I found myself being impressed with how much endurance and stamina
Darci had as she continued to bounce herself up and down my manhood.
Still, even her youthful energy had its limits. Several minutes had
gone by when I realized that she was starting to run out of steam.
Putting my hands on her hips, I applied gentle pressure to get her to
slow, and then stop, her movements so I could tell her "I think it's
my turn again, sweetheart."
The first thing she did was smile at me in response to the endearment,
followed by telling me "Yeah, I'd like that."
"If you're willing to try something different this time, you can get
on your hands and knees and I'll get behind you. Then neither one of
us has to get too tired."
Remembering she'd seen me and Celia making love that way, a big grin
split her face as she nodded enthusiastically.
It took a few seconds for her to realize that she was going to have to
actually get off of me before we could change positions; when she did,
she blushed faintly as she slowly lifted herself off of my erection.
Her blush got even deeper when I finally slid out of her with a faint
popping noise. When she hazarded a look at me, my expression suggested
that I hadn't heard a thing and was simply waiting for her. Once she
got both legs on the same side of me, I sat up and then got to my
knees as she leaned forward and put her hands on the bed.
I moved behind her and again took a few seconds to commit the sight
before me to memory: the graceful curves of her ass and her trim
thighs framing a dark wedge that was split by the glistening folds of
her labia. It was when she turned her head to look at me over her
shoulder than I finally moved close enough to lever my erection down
and get the head of it settled against her wet opening. With my hands
on her hips again, I held her steady as I arched my hips forward,
burying myself in a single slow thrust as she tilted her head back and
softly groaned her pleasure. When I had the smooth orbs of her ass
pressed against my belly, I leaned forward and cupped her breasts in
my hands, gently squeezing them for few moments before softly pinching
her erect nipples.
After raising up again, I moved my hands back to her hips and began
slowly fucking myself in and out of her once more. With it being so
much less effort to piston in and out of her, I had the energy to
spare toward finding the combination of speed and force that would
please and arouse her the most. It came as no shock that she liked
anything that had me moving in her; but when she began pressing
herself back against me and making small, happy noises, I knew I'd
found what I was after.
Once again, I had no clue what was about to happen when she suddenly
started her second climax since we'd started making love. Just like
before, she got tight enough that I could barely move as her body
froze in position and her hot, wet vagina tried to milk my cock.
Having gotten a bit of rest, and with the passing of some additional
time, I was a lot more susceptible to the sensations she was creating
around my manhood. Even so, it still hadn't been long enough, and
"all" that happened was that she was able to dramatically increase my
arousal and move me a good way toward being able to empty myself into
her. As pleasant as it was to be buried in her while it was happening,
I still felt a little bit relieved when her orgasm began to taper off.
When I heard her start to pant slightly, I reached forward and down so
that I could cup her breasts in my hands and softly caress them as I
waited for her to let me know she was ready for me to continue. She
finally did by raising her head again, and then pressing herself back
against me as she said "Okay, you can keep going, now -- but I think
the next one is going to be it for me. That was even stronger than the
other one!"
I couldn't help smiling as I answered "If it helps any, the next one
will probably be it for ME, too."
With that, I raised up and resumed my efforts at getting us both off.
Between knowing how best to please her, it didn't take long for me to
get her gasping her pleasure and arousal as she once again started
emitting happy noises in time with my thrusts. My own release was
getting close when I felt a brief, faint twinge inside her; barely a
second later, she was having her third (and final) orgasm.
I somehow managed to press myself as far into her as I could and
contrived to get a couple of slow, short strokes in her before the
rhythmic clenching of her vaginal muscles was enough to push me over
the edge. The first eruption of cum rocketed out of me so hard I was
half-surprised that it didn't force her off of me completely; the
second was so perfectly timed with the contractions within her that it
was even more powerful than the first. Before I could spray her
insides with a third wad of my cum, she cried out and clamped down on
me even harder than she already was; it was only when she relaxed
briefly between spasms that I was able to finish emptying myself into
her.
As powerful as my own climax had been, it was nothing compared to what
I knew she'd been through, and I pulled myself together so I could try
to help her as it slowly faded from her young body. She was able to
lift her head slightly and draw a deep, gasping breath after the last
wave of pleasure had run its course through her. As she was doing
that, I could feel how unsteady she was; figuring she might to have me
inside her for as long as she could, I was trying to figure out how to
get the two of us down onto the bed without having to unplug from her
when Celia reminded me of her presence by showing up and telling me
"If you can give me a second to move things so neither one of you has
to move for a while, I can help you get her down."
That struck me as a singularly fine idea, and I was able to tell her
to go ahead. It didn't take Celia much more than the promised second
to drag the plastic and towel around and over so that they'd be under
Darci and me when we lay down again. A moment later, Celia was back
next to me, and provided the guidance while I performed the labor of
getting Darci and I carefully tilted forward until Darci was able to
lay on the towel, with me supporting my weight over her -- and still
coupled with her.
I gave Celia my thanks, and saw her blush slightly before answering
"After seeing you two, I'm glad I could help. Her orgasms are usually
stronger than mine, anyway, but I still didn't expect her to go
through anything like that! Is there anything else I can do? Or
something I can get for you?"
All I had to do was tell her where I kept some flexible straws for her
to say "Okay, I'll take care of it..." and make a quick exit.
Shortly after Celia left, Darci softly told me "Thanks for not letting
me fall down. I know I wouldn't have gotten hurt or anything, but it
was still nice of you and Celia to take care of me like that. I could
tell you were trying to stay in me, too, and I'm glad. You don't feel
like you did when you were hard, but it's still nice."
I softly kissed her shoulder and answered "I'm glad you like it, cause
I do, too. If you didn't know, Celia got the towel under us, so we
don't have to move for a while unless you really want to; and I'm fine
like this, so I can stay here as long as you like."
I had a good enough view of her face that I could see her smile as she
said "Yeah, I'd like that. You feel good next to me... like you're my
very own human blanket. I'd take you home with me, if I didn't think
my folks would have a stroke or something!"
About that time, Celia got back with a couple cans of soda with straws
sticking out of them. I didn't have any trouble managing mine, but it
turned out to be necessary for Darci to hold hers on the bed and just
move her head enough to take sips. With Darci and me started toward
getting refreshed, Celia told us "I'll be back in a minute with
something to eat for you, too...", and promptly disappeared again.
Beneath me, Darci said "She's such a dear. She's like that most all of
the time, whether we're at my house, or hers. Sometimes I practically
have to yell at her to get her to sit down and let ME do stuff."
After taking a drink from her soda, Darci told me "When we were trying
to decide which one of us was with you first, she kept saying it
should be me. Not because she was afraid or anything, but just because
she wanted ME to feel good before she did. The only way I was able to
get her to agree to being with you first was that I had to tell her
that it might take me a while before I even could have an orgasm, and
that it was better if I went second. That way, because it would take
longer for you to have a climax, there was a better chance that I
could have an orgasm, too. I don't think either one of us even dreamed
it would be as easy as it was, or that we'd like it as much as we did,
though."
Teasing her, I said "Couple of incipient sex maniacs is what I think you are."
I heard her soft giggle before she responded "If I could feel like
this every single time, yeah, I think I could be. And if it was with
you, I know I would. I guess it's a good thing for BOTH of us that
can't happen, isn't it?"
I kissed her ear, making her shiver, before saying "Yeah, it probably
is. But it makes me kind of sad, too -- I think it would be fun, having
you as sex maniacs..." and drawing a laugh from her.
After hearing what Darci had to say about Celia, I'll confess to being
somewhat relieved when she got back bearing only a couple of peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches; I'd been half-afraid that she'd either
prepare more than we were ready for, or put together something too
much like a regular meal.
Kissing Darci's shoulder, I softly suggested "When we get up, why
don't you let me sit behind you? That'll let you stay on the towel, if
you want."
She only needed a moment to quietly tell me "Yeah, I'd like that. I
don't mind your stuff leaking out of me, I just don't want to make a
mess or a big deal out of it."
That settled, it took only a few seconds for me to move off of her and
get myself settled so that I was resting against a couple of pillows
propped up against the headboard. Darci quickly got herself turned
over and sitting upright before scooting backwards enough to lean back
against me. If Celia didn't know (or couldn't guess) what was going
on, she was too polite to ask about it.
Once we'd refreshed ourselves with the food and drink, Darci was quite
willing to join me in a quick cleanup. When she started to fold over
the towel she'd been sitting on, Celia told her "Oh, pooh, don't
bother with that; I can get it. Go on and clean up with him, and have
fun." Darci did as instructed, and the two of us had a pleasant time
under the spray. Darci didn't seem to show the slightest hesitation
about making sure all of my semen was out of her, and playfully
reciprocated the very thorough cleaning I gave her. Dried and feeling
much better, we went back into the bedroom to find Celia waiting for
us -- still naked, and stretched out on my bed. I ended up laying next
to her so that Darci could take station on the other side of me; both
of them moved to lay on their sides so they could snuggle themselves
as close to me as they could. The three of us spent the next hour and
a half talking about all manner of different things.
It was most definitely a pleasant way to pass the time, and I was
actually disappointed when Celia finally said "I'd like to stay with
you like this, oh, forever, Mister Thompson, but my folks are waiting
until I get home so they can go someplace."
From the other side of me, I heard the regret in Darci's voice as she
added "Yeah, I suppose I should be going, too."
I gave each of them a hug before telling them "Just so you know, you
don't have to leave on my account; I'd be glad to have you here for as
long as you wanted to stay. But if there are other things that you've
got to do, I understand that, too. I'm glad you were here today -- not
because of what happened with us, but just because you're both good
company, and nice to talk with. If you want to come over again, you're
welcome to; just make sure and ask first in case I've got something
else going on. Okay?"
Both happily agreed, and each gave me a kiss on the cheek before
getting out of bed. I didn't make any pretense of not watching as they
got dressed again, and both of them not only took their time about it,
but contrived to have "difficulties" that made for an interesting
show. As they got their things together, I moved to sit on the edge of
the bed, and they came over to give me a kiss on the lips and say
goodbye while ignoring the way I played with their cute little butts.
When they were gone, I got dressed myself, and went into the living
room to stretch out on the couch. As I lay there, I thought not just
about what had happened that day and the two of them, but the others.
While I didn't have any plans for any of the other girls, or interest
in enticing them into bed with me, I still had the feeling that Celia
and Darci weren't going to be the only two of my class of nine that
I'd make women of. The only real question I had to wrestle with was
how many of them it might be. Although none of them was a certainty,
Nawar, Casandra, and Sharla seemed likely, and I considered it
possible that one or both of Tenisha and Evette might approach me. As
for Mallory and Kathrine, I figured them for long shots... but still
possible.
Well, whatever happened, happened. I didn't doubt that Darci and Celia
would want to continue with me (at least for a little while), and that
was just FINE with me.
The end of semester projects I got ranged from "just" damn good to
outstanding -- that last being the combined efforts of Celia and Darci.
Even though they didn't include anything even suggestive in their
report, they did an excellent job of making the case that physical
love between two women not only wasn't the bad thing some made it out
to be, but went on to explain how and why it could actually be
beneficial to the parties involved. When I returned the graded
reports, I had each girl come to my desk to collect it so that I could
have a few quiet words with her; in the case of Darci and Celia, I
told them "If your parents find out about you and get upset, show them
this -- and make sure they read what I had to say about it." Both were
pleased by the compliment, and what I'd written on their report.

As I'd figured would happen, Celia and Darci both came over for a
second, then third, visit during the break between semesters. For the
second, they got things going when they started necking with each
other and intermittently removing each others clothing for easier
access to the fun parts. Better still, they didn't bother moving to
the bedroom, so the chair I was in make for a wonderful ringside seat.
After they'd finished and recovered a bit, Darci came over to where I
was sitting to settle herself on my erection after she'd gotten me to
stand up long enough to undress me. Once I'd dumped a load of cum in
Darci, Celia dealt with the aftermath by vacuuming it out of her lover
-- and then not only using nothing but her mouth to clean me off, but
going on to give me the inspiration and stimulation needed so I could
take care of her.
For their third visit, they'd insisted that all three of us
immediately head for the bedroom. I got to help them as they got each
other off, then they helped each other as I brought each of them to a
couple of thundering climaxes over the course of an afternoon. When
they finally left, I was actually glad to see them go... they'd left me
literally drained and exhausted by the time we were done.
The new school semester started up even easier than the last one had.
By the end of the week, it was as though they'd simply had the weekend
off, instead of a full month.
We were a couple of weeks into the semester when Casandra stayed after
class one day and approached my desk. In response to my questioning
look, she asked me "Would it be okay if I talked to you about
something?"
"Of course it is. Is it about school, or something personal?"
"Um, mostly personal, I think, but school, too."
I nodded as if I understood (I didn't), and got up so I could lead her
back to the private area, which was a more friendly and comfortable
place for us to talk.
After we'd both sat down, I got her to chat with me for a bit,
thinking that it would make it easier for her to tell me what was on
her mind. It must have worked, because it only took a couple of
minutes for her to tell me "What I wanted to talk to you about... it's
really personal for me, and I'm kinda scared to say anything. Except
that I can't get it out of my mind, either, and it's something that I
really want to do."
I told her to go ahead, and she did, by saying "So you know what's
going on, I think I should tell you a little bit about what's been
going on with me BEFORE today." After taking a deep breath, she went
on "I was really glad when you started talking to all of us about sex,
and how you didn't try to get out of answering any of our questions --
at least, not the ones we asked. I think you were bothered when we
wanted you to do stuff, but I understand why after you talked to
Kathrine and me when we were learning about oral sex. The reason I was
glad you were doing that is... is because I was thinking about starting
to have sex. With guys, I mean. So getting to hear the answers you had
to what all of us were asking you... it helped. A lot, even. And then
when you were willing to help us learn about oral sex and I got to
find out what that's like for real, it was even better, because I
learned what it's like for ME to do stuff with someone else; and I got
to find out how I can feel when I'm doing sex stuff. Ever since I
found out about sex, I've known that I like it more than most girls.
But when I've been with you, it's even better than what I've felt by
myself, or another girl."
Though she was clearly unashamed about telling me that she'd been
intimate with another female, she paused for a moment to see if I'd
have any reaction. I didn't, and she soon continued "What I'm getting
at is that I know that I'll be able to enjoy sex with guys, and that I
won't be afraid or nervous or anything. But because of what I've
learned about sex from you, and all of us talking after the oral sex
class, I also know that it's something I should be sure of before I'm
with a guy the first time. That's why asked my Mom if... if I could
start using birth control a couple months ago. She wasn't happy that I
asked, but I could tell that she wasn't mad, either; she just said 'If
you're asking for something like that, I think I'd better say yes',
and made an appointment with her gynecologist for me. He gave me a
physical, and when he learned that I was born without a hymen, he said
that the best thing would be for me to get an IUD -- that way I
wouldn't have to remember to take pills every day, and there wouldn't
be any chance of the hormones and things in anything else maybe
messing me up while I was still growing. That was fine with me, and
while we were on break from school, he put one in me. So where I am
right now is that I'm ready to start having sex, which my mother
knows, I can't get pregnant, and I'm SURE that I'll like it when it
happens. And on top of that, I don't have a hymen... so it won't hurt me
like it might for other girls, and there won't be any blood my first
time."
Seeing that I was still paying close attention, she took another deep
breath and finished "I know it's really unusual for a girl to never
have had a hymen, and I'm kinda glad I don't -- but kinda sorry, too. I
know I positively won't be hurt from losing it, but I won't really
have anything to... mark it when I stop being a virgin, either. Anyway,
because I know I won't have some of the problems that most girls
would, and I'm as sure as I can be that I'll actually like sex with a
guy, I was... I was thinking that it might help other girls feel better
-- not to be afraid or anything, I mean -- and maybe get them to really
THINK about it first if... if they could see what happens the first time
a girl has sex with a guy."
When I didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, Casandra came
right out and told me what she had in mind by saying "I... I was
thinking that I could maybe give my virginity -- I've never been with a
guy, so I think THAT'S what makes me a virgin, not a little old piece
of tissue I never even had -- here, in school, so the others can see
what it's all about. And more than anything else, I want it to be with
you; because you've done so much to help me understand about all of
this stuff, and got me to really THINK about everything before I did
something stupid."
Hearing all that she'd said, I figured that she'd done what she should
have before becoming active with guys; and that she was willing to
share such a personal and memorable event with other girls because of
her unique situation impressed me mightily. Wanting to give herself to
me under those conditions, however, left me with mixed feelings. Yeah,
I'd be delighted at the chance to jump her bones under any other
circumstances -- but in school, with the rest of them watching us? That
I was considerably less enthusiastic about.
To get myself some breathing room, I asked Casandra "Did you have any
particular day or date in mind? Do you need an answer from me right
now, or would tomorrow or the next day be soon enough?"
Looking a bit embarrassed, she answered "I'm sorry if I sounded like I
expected an answer right now. I didn't have anything in particular in
mind; I just wanted to see if it was something you might be willing to
do -- I mean, I'm another girl, and I really DO think it would help
them the way I said. I know I hit you with this out of nowhere, so
whenever you decide is fine with me... and thank you for at least
thinking about it, instead of just telling me 'no'."
"Honestly, I do think about the things that all of you ask me. Some
stuff is easy and simple enough that I can answer sooner, is all.
This... not so much", I answered with a smile.
She smiled back at me before telling me "Just to make sure you know, I
don't think it would be that easy to make happen, and there might be
things that we'd have to work out. Right now, I'm just trying to find
out if I need to keep going with it, is all."
"That's perfectly reasonable, and thank you for making it clear."
With that, our conversation was done; Casandra thanked me for my time
again, and left. As I was finishing up the things I still had to do
there in the classroom; once I was home, I continued to think about
what she'd said, and asked of me. And went through the whole thing
again the next day, as well.
It wasn't until the second evening that I thought of a way to find out
what I needed to know to finalize my decision.
During class the following day, I surprised the class by telling them
"Okay, I've got a surprise assignment for all of you", and got a
collection of playful groans in response. I continued by saying "Don't
worry, it's pretty easy, I think. If not easy, then at least it's
short", earning some laughs. "What I want from each of you before the
end of the day is an answer to these questions: If you had a chance to
find out about sex by actually seeing it happen, from start to finish,
right in front of you, would you want to? Why, or why not?" Normally,
I would have given them more time for an assignment like that. I
didn't want to give them a chance to talk it over with each other and
reach some kind of consensus; I wanted to know what each of the,
individually, thought about what I'd proposed.
In response to the stares I was getting, and the deafening silence, I
added "Here are the conditions that you would have to keep in mind:
first, that the girl would be anywhere from your age to as much as ten
years older. Second, that the guy could be anywhere from your age to
as many as twenty years older. Third, that you could move around to
look, listen, smell, or whatever; you could touch yourselves or each
other, but not the girl and guy. Finally, you could never, ever talk
about it to anybody that wasn't there. Where or when it happened
should be irrelevant. If ANY part of that is something you couldn't
agree to, you need to say so. Okay?"
All of them nodded their understanding, and I could see that all but
Casandra were wondering what was going on that I'd give them an
assignment like that. The look I was getting from her told me that she
understood what I was trying to do.
With that done, it was on to my regular teaching duties.
When I had all of their responses, I read through them -- and was
frankly amazed that every last one of them not only didn't have any
problems with what I'd told them to consider, but actually thought it
sounded like a good idea... and for pretty much the same reasons that
Casandra had given me.
Having gotten THAT much established, "all" that was left was for me to
decide whether or not I was willing to be the other participant -- and
if so, under what conditions. That took me another couple of days to
settle; when I had, I let Casandra know that I wanted her to stay
after school so we could talk. We were again in the private area after
the others had left when I told her "I've had to think REALLY long and
hard about what you talked to me about, Casandra."
She gave me a half-smile and answered "I figured. Especially after you
had everyone tell you what they thought about it. All of them have
been talking, trying to figure out what it was all about, but none of
them really believes anything like that would actually happen. Every
one of them wants it to; they just don't think it WILL. I'd like to
know, myself."
"Well, it can, if that's what YOU want." She started to get a little
worked up, and I quickly told her "I don't mean just saying you do. If
you're serious about all this, YOU'RE going to be the one to tell them
about it: what and who and when and where and why and all the rest.
YOU know why you want to give up your virginity in front of them a
whole lot better than I do, so it's going to be up to you to explain
it. I've got enough problems of my own to deal with about this
happening... starting with the fact that I've never had sex with an
audience before. On top of that, I know it would be your first time,
and I'd want to make it as good and right for you as I could. If it
was you and me in private, it would be a different matter; but since
it's you that wants it to happen in public, you're going to have to be
the one to take responsibility for it. If you want us to have sex,
that pretty much suggests that I'd climax in you -- which leads to the
question about what to do afterwards. Do you want everybody naked,
just you and me, or do you leave it up to them? When does it happen?
Morning or afternoon? How much time do you think you'll need or want?
There's a WHOLE LOT of things that you need to think about and be
ready for. If you ask for help, I'll be glad to give it to you -- but
I'm not going to plan any of this for you, either. You understand what
you might be getting yourself into?"
She was easily as serious as anyone I'd ever seen as she answered
"Yeah, I think I do. And I will understand before anything is said or
happens."
To soften the blow of what I'd said, I told her "I'm not going to kid
you: I'm not real wild about this. But if you're sure and ready enough
to take care of it, then I'm willing. Okay?"
She managed to give me a small smile before answering "Okay. I'm the
one that wants it to happen this way, and I'm asking a lot from you,
so it's only right that I take care of everything so you don't have
to."
At that, the two of us stood up, and she let me draw her into my arms
so I could give her a hug and soft kiss. She readily hugged and kissed
me back, and looked a bit happier when I released my gentle hold on
her. When she turned to leave, I gave her a soft pat on the butt, and
she turned her head to grin at me before heading off.
After she left, I found myself wondering again if I was doing the right thing.
I knew she was taking her duties and obligations seriously over the
next few weeks by the updates and questions she had. The few times
that I saw a possible problem, all I had to do was suggest that she
might want to think about or look at something again for her to do
just that, and deal with it.
It was coming up on a month since she'd first approached me when she
finally told me "I've gotten everything worked out that I thought of
and what you suggested, so I think it's time. I had my period last
week, so I'm not going to be bleeding or messy for a while; I just
need to ask you if there's any particular day that I need to know
about. You know, so I don't mess up something like a test or a field
trip or anything. I'd like to let them know what's going to happen the
day before -- I mean, ME telling them, not you -- and then start in the
morning, around ten. That way, we'll be done and I can talk to them
and answer questions for a while before lunch."
I ran over the schedule in my mind, and told her "Tuesday next week
would be good. I had it scheduled for just a general discussion and
study day."
There was a mixture of relief and nervousness in her expression as she
told me "Okay, Tuesday it is."
Taking her hand in mine, I quietly told her "I think it'll work out
just fine, Casandra. You've done as good a job figuring this out as
anyone could have."
That earned me a soft "Thanks, Mister Thompson. That helps... a lot"
before she left.
When she got to school the following Monday, I told her "Just let me
know when you're ready, and I'll let everyone know you've got
something to say to them."
She nodded and said "I was figuring to let them know right before
school ended, so I wouldn't mess classes up. It won't take but about
ten minutes, at the most."
I smiled at her and said "Thanks!", and getting a smile in return.
When it got to the last fifteen minutes of the school day, I moved to
stand up at the front of the class and get everyone's attention so I
could tell them "There's something special that's going to happen
tomorrow. Since it's about Casandra, she's going to be the one to tell
you about it. When she's done, that'll be it for the day" before
moving around and sitting in my "teacher" chair. I sometimes let them
leave school early when the weather and classroom conditions warranted
it, so the early end of class wasn't any big deal. What followed WAS,
however.
After she got to the spot I'd vacated, Casandra told them "You
probably remember when Mister Thompson asked everyone to tell him what
they thought about getting to see a guy and girl having sex. Well, he
was nice enough not to say anything, but I'm the girl he was was
asking about, and the reason he wanted to know is because I asked him
if he would be the first one to have sex with me -- here, in school, so
all of you could see what happens. I asked him to do that for a couple
of reasons. The first one is that because I was born without a hymen,
I know I'm not going to have to worry about it hurting the first time
a guy is in me; and because there can't be any blood or anything, I
figured that maybe seeing what happens with ME would help some of you
by letting you see what really goes on. I'm hoping that if you can see
that much, then maybe you'll understand that there's no reason to be
afraid about it, and maybe even really THINK about it first. The
second reason is that he's said and done so much to help me figure out
what I think about all this sex stuff that I want to do what I can to
help anybody else that might need it."
Taking a somewhat shaky breath, she continued by announcing "What's
going to happen is that tomorrow morning, about ten o'clock, Mister
Thompson and I will get naked and go to a blanket on some pads, like
we had for the oral sex lessons. We're going to start just like we
would if we were all alone, and I'm going to ask you not to do or say
anything that might mess us up. You can look if you want, move around,
talk to each other, or whatever -- I just hope you'll do it softly and
quietly so Mister Thompson and I can pay attention to each other,
instead of you. We're going to be naked, of course, but whether or not
you want to be is up to you; it doesn't matter either way to me or
Mister Thompson. After... after we're done, I'll probably have to clean
up a little bit, but I'll stay there so you can ask me questions or
whatever. I'll, uh, even let you look, if you want to, whether it's
before or after I clean up. Mister Thompson will stay there, too, for
a little while; I don't think you'll have many questions for HIM, of
course. When there aren't any more questions, or it's time for lunch,
that'll be the end of it; I'll still answer what I can, but it'll have
to be outside of school, okay? Even though this was my idea, I'm still
a little nervous about it, so I'd appreciate it if you could kind of
leave me alone about all this until tomorrow, please."
She'd used a bit less than her ten minutes, even though she'd spoken
slowly. It took a few seconds for them to realize that she'd said all
that she was going to, which wasn't surprising, of course. Several
more seconds passed before they slowly began to get out of their
chairs and head for the door, apparently willing to respect her desire
to be left alone on the matter. That's not to say that she (and to a
much lesser degree, me) didn't get some serious Looks along the way.
When they were all gone, Casandra turned to me and nervously asked "I
guess that's it, isn't it? I'm committed to giving you my virginity
sometime after ten tomorrow morning..."
I got up and went around so I could take her into my arms and tell her
"No, that isn't it. You can change your mind for any reason, or no
reason, and I think they'd understand. Yeah, they'd be disappointed,
but I think they'd understand better than you might think. And you
aren't 'committed' to being with me tomorrow, or ever, unless that's
what YOU want. Casandra, I love you and care for you enough that if
NOT having sex with you was the right thing for you because that's
what you decided, then I wouldn't be upset or angry or anything like
that. All I'd be is happy for you for making the decision that was
right for YOU."
As I'd talked, I could feel the tension in her young body slowly
draining away; and when she looked up at me when I was done, I gave
her a brief, tender kiss on the forehead. How happy she was was clear
in her voice as she told me "What you just said? About just wanting ME
to be happy? That's the kind of thing that makes me want to find out
what making love is like with YOU first."
Realizing that she'd said 'making love' instead of 'having sex', she
got a concerned look on her face until I told her "It's okay if you
want to call it making love. That's what we'll be doing, and sharing.
Maybe not the big make a family together forever kind of love, but
certainly enough that we care about what happens with each other. And
so you don't have to worry about it, if you call me dear or honey or
sweetheart or anything like that, I'm not going to suddenly think you
want us to run off and get married." She laughed at that and shook her
head, then listened as I went on "I'll probably say things like that
to you, too, and all I'll mean by them is that you're someone
important and special to me. Okay?"
Smiling, she nodded her head, and I asked her "Feeling better now? Not
so nervous or scared?"
"I'm only nervous about messing things up when I talk to them
tomorrow, or that they won't really understand what I'm trying to do.
I'm not scared or nervous even a little bit about what happens with
you and me. I know I want it to happen, and with you, because I know
that part will be right, no matter what."
I tilted my head forward and kissed her, and she wasn't the least bit
reluctant to kiss me back. When our lips separated again, the love and
trust she felt in me were plain as they could be. Moving one of my
hands down to her ass, I gave her a little pat on the butt before
telling her "I think you'd better go now, so you can get plenty of
sleep tonight. I don't want you falling asleep on me tomorrow!"
Laughing, she answered "As if THAT was gonna happen!" before moving to
collect her things, and then leave.
Once all of them were in class the next morning, I could see that my
best bet would be to simply have them do "independent study" until it
was time for Casandra and me -- they simply didn't have anything even
FAINTLY resembling concentration or focus, and any attempt at
"discussion" would simply fall flat on its face if it was about
anything other than the upcoming event.
Naturally enough, everyone in the class took notice when Casandra and
I went into the private area to get undressed; when we came out, we
discovered that the others had already spread out the blanket I'd
brought in on the mats Casandra and I had arranged before the rest of
them had shown up. We also saw that every one of them had opted to get
naked, too, for whatever reason. As we moved toward the blanket,
Casandra once again impressed me with the calm and equanimity she
displayed... despite the nervousness she'd expressed to me as we were
taking our clothes off.
Once we were seated and facing each other, I deliberately looked into
Casandra's eyes to try and help her focus on me before I leaned
forward to kiss her. She matched my actions, and our lips met in a
soft and affectionate kiss that lasted only a few seconds. Our next
one lasted a bit longer, as did the one after that -- despite the fact
that I could all but FEEL that Casandra's attention was on the others
that were sitting around us. Moving my head close to hers, I got her
to lock eyes with me so I could softly tell her "I know it's tough,
not paying any attention to them. But instead of worrying about it and
making it even worse, try something else: think about what we're
doing. Feel how I'm touching you... with my lips, now, and my hands,
later. Listen to your body, and what it's telling you it wants.
Remember the main reason we're here: so that I can make love with you.
Don't try to push them OUT of your mind; let me and you INTO it. All
there is is me, and you."
I continued to hold her eyes for the little bit of time it took for
her to try what I'd suggested, and get it to start working. Then it
was possible for us to kiss again, and start to express the way we
felt about each other. With that little bit of initial success, I
could tell that she found it easier and easier to put everything (and
everyone) else out of her mind and focus on what WE were doing.
As I'd hoped, it didn't take us long to get on the same "wavelength"
once that happened. We began to be able to read the little signs that
the other made so that I knew she wanted me to reach up and cup her
face with one hand, just as she knew I would welcome her doing the
same. I didn't have any trouble knowing when and where she wanted to
feel my hands on her, the same way she knew the same about me. I
couldn't say exactly how or why, but I could tell when the time was
right for me to begin including her breasts in my caresses, as well as
teasing her nipples just the way she wanted me to as she moved her
hands over my body.
Neither of us had to say anything when the time came for us to lay
down facing each other so we could more easily reach more of each
others bodies; and I didn't have any doubt that she was ready for me
to move over her so I could begin kissing her as a start toward
getting my lips and mouth on her breasts and nipples; in return, she
didn't hesitate for a moment to spread her legs to make room for mine,
because she knew that I knew it wasn't time for anything more yet. As
I slowly and tenderly kissed my way toward her full bust, my attention
was solely on her: how soft and smooth her skin was under my lips, how
warm she was under my hands, and how nice she smelled and the vaguely
salty taste of her skin when I touched my tongue to it. By the time my
mouth got to the peak of the breast I'd chosen to explore first, her
areolas were already slightly puckered and her nipples standing out
nicely. Not wanting to leave such beauty unappreciated, I went ahead
and applied myself toward making the pink confections that capped her
mammary even more prominent. The soft sounds of pleasure that Casandra
graced me with let me know that she appreciated my efforts, and when I
finally let her rubbery nipple slip from between my lips, I could see
that I'd had no small success in my endeavors.
Not wanting the mate to the orb I'd just enjoyed to feel left out, I
worked my way over to it via a leisurely and tortuous route that
ultimately involved my lips covering every bit of both of her ample
mammaries before I was able to draw its apex into my mouth. Again, the
noises Casandra made gave me assurance that I was pleasing her. When I
discovered that the peak of the breast I'd been tending to had a
longer nipple and more swollen areola, there was nothing for me to do
but return to the first and try to rectify the situation.
My efforts met with more success than I anticipated, which ultimately
involved my switching back and forth from one of her full, firm
breasts to the other and back again several times before I was finally
satisfied with the results.
When I looked at Casandra, she had developed a distinct blush of
arousal -- one that extended past her shoulders and onto her upper
chest. As she looked up at me, I could see the desire in her eyes, and
that she was more than ready for me to continue my journey down her
body.
Just as I'd done when I'd started on my way toward her breasts, I
applied my lips and mouth and tongue to as much of her lithe young
body as I blazed as indirect a path as I could toward the source of
the delightful aroma emanating from her. After enough of my body had
moved below her waist, she brought her knees up and moved her feet
apart, making room for me. She also spread her legs, making the scent
of her arousal even stronger. My lips ultimately found the dark red
delta at the base of her belly, and I welcomed the opportunity to
simply run my nose and lips through its luxuriant softness for several
seconds before continuing my journey with a series of tender lip-bites
down the inside of one of her firm, silken thighs to her knee before
switching over to the other and mirroring my actions back toward her
pelvis.
When I'd placed my last soft kiss to the crease next to her bush, I
raised my head so that I could look at her once again. Much as I had
before, I marveled at the sight of her: the thick but relatively short
curly carpet, neatly divided by the slightly long and medium-thick
soft petals of her inner lips. At the top of her slit, it was easy
enough to see the hood of her clitoris, which was beginning to make an
appearance; at the bottom, her labia had separated enough that I could
make out the entrance to her unguarded vagina, glistening with the
oils that had already escaped her. Despite knowing the treat I was in
for, I managed to continue enjoying that most intimate view of her for
several seconds before giving in to temptation. Lowering my head, I
extended my tongue and patiently drew it across her shiny opening and
once again was delighted by the fresh, light taste of her even as she
moaned her pleasure at what I'd done. I didn't need any encouragement
to repeat my efforts, and got the same pleasure for my taste buds and
response from Casandra.
After I'd exhausted the immediate supply of her nectar, I was happy to
go to work toward pleasuring her -- knowing full well that doing so
would result in the source becoming even more productive of it.
While Casandra had still been planning and organizing our adventure,
I'd remembered my first experience with Darci and Celia... and hadn't
hesitated to suggest to Casandra that she might want to follow a
similar plan of action (without mentioning the origins, of course).
She'd immediately understood the benefit of it, and unquestioningly
agreed. That meant that I had the distinct pleasure of orally bringing
her to a climax before seeing if we could get her virginal sheath
wrapped around my much larger dagger.
I figured to use the excuse of wanting to make sure she was as ready
as possible if she ever thought to question me about why I was taking
my time about steadily pleasuring and exciting her. I used my lips and
tongue to stimulate and gently torment her exposed clitoris between
bouts of softly sucking on her labia, and patiently lapping up
whatever of her oils were available to me. Despite my rather
lackadaisical attitude, I was getting her more and more aroused. From
my previous experiences with her, I was able to tell as she got closer
and closer to her release. So as not to risk being accused of teasing
her (and having my excuse dismissed), I continued my efforts just as
I'd been doing; it took little more than a couple more minutes for her
to fall into a blatantly powerful orgasm.
With the start of a climax, her clitoris retreated back under its
protective hood. That was fine with me, since it meant that I could go
back to collecting her tasty essence as she presented it to me in a
series of small waves.
When the flexing and shuddering of her body had tapered off, I made
one last pass to gather whatever remained of her juices before moving
my body back over hers, so that we were head-to-head again while being
careful to keep my weight off of her. It didn't take her long to get
enough of her senses back to open her eyes and look up at me and say
"Every time you do that, it gets better and better. One of these days,
I'm going to have to remember to tell you it's okay if you just go
nuts with it, so I can find out just HOW good you can make me feel
doing that."
Smiling down at her, I answered "Whenever you're ready, I'll give it
my best shot. But I think you had something else in mind for now,
didn't you?"
I saw a smokey look in her eyes as she answered "Yeah, I did. Just
give me a minute to get some energy back first."
Grinning, I couldn't resist telling her "Shucks, I'll even give you
two minutes, if that's what it takes", and getting a brief laugh from
her in response.
It was closer to five minutes with the two of us exchanging a number
of gentle kisses before she told me "Okay, I'm feeling better now. Let
me finish getting you hard while you get me warmed up again, and we'll
see what happens."
After giving her another kiss, I answered "Deal!" and moved myself off
of her and onto my back. Casandra was only a couple of seconds behind
me in getting up, and was nearly in position to straddle my head when
I nodded to let her know I was ready. When she had a knee near each of
my ears, she leaned forward and got herself face-to-face (as it were)
with my semi-erect manhood. Before she could take me into her hand,
I'd raised my head and slid the end of my tongue between her vaginal
lips. I didn't get much more accomplished before she was taking my
entire length into her mouth, however.
Between having my face buried in Casandra's crotch again, and her
undeniable talent at using her lips and tongue to stimulate me, it
didn't take but a couple of minutes for me to reach full erection --
and a little beyond, truth be told. That was only fair, really, since
I'd gone a ways past simply getting HER "warmed up" again.
When I let my head fall back from between her thighs a little bit,
Casandra followed my example by sliding her lips off of my erection...
though she did leave a light coating of her saliva on it. Quickly, but
without hurrying, she raised herself off me and knee-walked her way
down my body. As much as I would have liked to have her facing me, I
was ready to accept that she wanted to be oriented the other direction
so that more of her classmates would have as clear a view as possible
as she got herself impaled on my manhood.
Once I was sure she was in position, I put one of my hands on her hip,
applying only enough pressure to let her know that they were there
ONLY to help steady her. My other hand was used to tilt my erection up
until the very end of it grazed her skin. She lowered herself slightly
so I could get myself positioned against her opening, then leaned back
enough to put her hands on my chest so she could support herself with
her arms. A moment later, she began to press herself down on me. As
the pressure slowly increased, I could feel it as she tried to relax
herself so that the tight ring of her opening would expand and allow
more and more of my penis through. There were a few times when there
was the need for her to pause for a few seconds, and even a little
backsliding, but she never, ever gave up or seemed to get anxious or
frustrated. It took a couple of minutes, but I knew both of us could
feel it when the crown of my penis finally slipped into her,
accompanied by a soft gasp from her.
Knowing that I was firmly in place, I moved my hand from my hard cock
to her other hip so that I could help steady her better. I'm fairly
certain that Casandra was ready to continue relatively soon, but
remained in the position she was in so that the girls that needed or
wanted to could see for themselves that I really, truly was IN her.
Eventually, though, Casandra moved to sit up again so that she could
lower herself straight down onto my manhood. She was most definitely
warm and tight inside, but the combination of her oils and the film of
saliva she'd left on my cock made it possible for her to slowly and
carefully get herself wrapped around me a fraction of an inch at a
time. Even with the frequent delays while she reversed direction to
ensure we stayed well lubricated, I felt the firm globes of her ass
come to rest on my belly sooner than I'd expected it would; I'd
figured that not having to experience the loss of a maidenhead wasn't
going to help her much with getting my man-sized erection into her
virginal chamber.
In any event, once she was "sitting" on me, she put her hands on my
chest and leaned back again -- clearly for the express purpose of
making it even easier for the rest of them to see what she'd
accomplished. As she held herself still over me, I could only admire
the courage and selflessness she was demonstrating by not only sharing
such a personal and intimate experience with her friends, but going so
far as to expose herself to their examination as much as she was. It
made me realize that my own concerns about simply having sex in front
of them had been relatively minor and petty.
Again, Casandra waited longer than she had to before starting to move
herself on me. The way she was positioned over me made it possible for
her to begin by simply rocking herself back and forth slightly, moving
herself less than half an inch to start with. Though a bit tentative
at first, the combination of her ample lubrication and having had some
time to adjust to my presence made it possible for her to increase her
movements fairly easily. It didn't take but a minute or two for her to
advance to sliding herself along nearly my entire length -- accompanied
by soft moans of pleasure.
Ignoring my own advice that the two of us simply concentrate on each
other, I had a quick glance around to see how the others were
responding to what was happening. I couldn't see all of them because
of Casandra's body blocking most of the view, but the ones that I
could see were uniformly entranced and awed by what was happening in
front of them. The only exceptions were Darci and Celia, who were
sitting mostly off to the side and out of the way of the others -- and
even they were plainly aroused at watching Casandra's activities.
With everyone's eyes essentially locked on where Casandra was moving
herself up and down my manhood more and more quickly, I didn't figure
there was any reason I couldn't or shouldn't have a little fun myself,
and slid my hands up to try and cover Casandra's ample breasts. After
giving their spongy mass a few squeezes, I spent about equal amounts
of time between teasing her nipples and areolas, and caressing their
smooth and warm surface with my fingertips. After a few minutes of
THAT, I had another bright idea and lifted my head so that I could
begin applying soft kisses to random spots on the little bit of
Casandra's back that I could get to.
Being "obliged" to lean back and support her body with her arms was
taking energy away from Casandra that she'd doubtless rather have used
for other purposes, and the added drain eventually began to take its
toll. Once I was sure that she was slowing down because she was
getting tired and not because she wanted to, I reluctantly released
the hold I had on her breasts so I could apply a slight pressure to
her hips until she stopped moving. When she turned her head to look at
me, I softly told her "I can tell you're getting tired. Let's move so
I can take over, okay?"
She didn't hesitate to tell me "Yeah, I'd like that..."
Grinning at her willingness, I asked "Do you want me behind you, or on top?"
"I want to save on top for last... I want us to be able to kiss and
stuff after you climax."
"Then if you'll get off of me, we can move and I can do all the work",
I answered, giving her hips a soft pat and getting a smile from her in
return.
Sitting up again, Casandra carefully raised herself up to ease herself
off of my manhood. She was slow and careful about it enough that when
the head finally slipped free of her, the breaking of the vacuum seal
between her vagina and my cock didn't cause any undue or embarrassing
noises. With us uncoupled, it took only a few seconds for her to get
off of me; as she was shifting to her hands and knees, I started to
get up as well. I don't know if it was deliberate or not, but Casandra
had positioned herself so that her cute ass was pointed toward our
audience -- making it possible for them to see that her labia were
glistening with the oils that had escaped her, and that the entrance
to her vagina was open. Then when I got to my knees, I was careful not
to notice or pay any attention to the fact that at least six pairs of
eyes locked on my shiny erection as it swayed in front of me. As I
moved behind Casandra I could see that all six of the (presumed)
virgins in the class were constantly shifting their gaze from my stiff
cock to Casandra's opening (which was beginning to slightly drool her
juices by that time).
As much as I would have liked to take the time to really savor the
view that Casandra was presenting me, I didn't figure that was the
time or place for it; my regret at the lost opportunity was more than
countered by the feeling of Casandra's hot, wet, and delightfully
tight womanhood when I'd once again filled her with my cock.
I thought that I had some idea of how responsive and passionate
Casandra could be, but found out that I didn't have a clue: after I'd
been steadily thrusting myself in and out of her for only a few
minutes, she surprised the hell out of me by having an orgasm... and not
a small one, either. I had barely acknowledged that I could feel
something happening inside her when she cried out and clamped down on
me almost painfully tight. As her body shuddered its way through
several cycles of pleasure and release, Casandra's vagina was
clenching around me all along my length in a uniform tightening that
was different than anything I'd experienced before. It was most
definitely pleasant (!!), but I remembered her desire that we be
facing each other when I climaxed, and resisted the urge to take the
few strokes that I'd have needed to empty myself in her.
When the spasms coursing through her had passed, I waited until I felt
her press herself back against me before starting to move in her
again. Even as I was pressing myself into her the first time, I heard
her utter a deep and intense "Oh, God, that's good!" in response.
Several minutes passed with me steadily cycling myself through the
tight ring of her opening as she pressed herself back at me in
response to my thrusts and released an occasional soft moan of
pleasure and arousal. My own level of excitement was rising, as well;
it finally got to the point that it seemed a good idea for Casandra
and I to change positions again. I gradually slowed my strokes in her,
and when she turned her head to look at me, I answered her unspoken
question by saying "I think it's time we change again, so we're facing
each other like you want."
Understanding what I was telling her, Casandra nodded her head and
waited the few seconds it took for me to extract my manhood from her
intimate clutches. When she felt me slip free, she didn't hesitate to
get on her back and spread her legs. I moved between her knees, and
once I'd leaned over and gotten the head of my cock nestled against
her opening, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist.
I lowered my head so the two of us could share a brief but
affectionate kiss; when it was over, I raised my head again and the
two of us locked eyes before I began to slowly press myself into her
again. The look in her eyes told me how much she enjoyed the feeling
of my hardness steadily filling her womanhood. I was still watching
her when the change in position allowed me to ease the last bit of my
erect penis through her portal, leaving me complete inside her and
totally filling her: the ring of her vaginal entrance was clenched
around the very bottom of my penis while the tip of it was gently
pressing against the deepest part of her. I saw her eyes widen to
nearly the size of saucers before she quietly told me "I thought you
were big when I was on top of you -- I never thought having you in me
would feel like this, though! It's wonderful!", delighted.
Lifting myself off of her a little more, I arched my hips back and
slowly eased myself out of her until only the glans of my erection was
in her, then paused a moment and just as slowly filed her up again. As
I did, she closed her eyes and groaned her satisfaction with the
sensation I was creating in her. Once I'd buried myself in her again,
I couldn't resist giving her a little nudge with my pelvis, knowing
that it would apply a slight pressure against her erect clitoris. Her
eyes flew open in response, and I heard her soft "ohgod!" of pleasure.
From that point, I steadily escalated the speed of my movements to
ensure that I didn't cause her any discomfort in our new position. Her
responses made it amply clear that I wasn't, and once I was pistoning
in and out of her at a steady pace, I was willing to try experimenting
a little bit.
It wasn't difficult to find a speed and length of stroke that she
enjoyed more than the others, and when I began to deliberately bump
myself against her at the end of each thrust, the added stimulation of
her clitoris soon had her gasping and moaning. Sadly, I couldn't
maintain the pace of our lovemaking as long as I would have wanted to,
and eventually had to slow down a bit. With the reduction in the
physical excitement I was providing, she was able to look up at me and
gasp "I... I want to see... what it looks like..."
Though continuing to move in her, I was able to tell her "You'll have
to bend almost in half. I can help hold you there, but it still might
be uncomfortable."
Somewhat more steadily, she answered "I don't want to stay like that,
I just want to watch for a little bit."
I just nodded my understanding, and when I reached back and nudged one
of the legs she had wrapped around my waist, she understood she needed
to move it... and let me guide it to where I could get my arm behind her
knee. She moved the other leg on her own, and it was only a few more
seconds before I was able to lever her legs upwards. After she raised
her head, I damn near had her knees by her ears when she told me
"There! Like that!"
I tilted my head down and watched with her as I went through several
cycles of emptying and filling her woman's chamber with my stiffness
before she said "Dear god, that's so sexy. I can see it and feel it at
the same time!" as we watched her labia stretch out slightly when I
withdrew from her, and then compress when my thrust started. After
we'd witnessed it happen several times, she told me "You can unfold me
now -- I'll never forget what that looked like!"
Once I removed my arms from behind her legs, she brought her knees up
as high as I figured she could and arched her pelvis up at me before
softly telling me "I'm getting close... I can feel it. FUCK me, dammit...
like you were before!"
Surprised by her language, it took me a moment to realize that she
wanted an orgasm worthy of having given away her virginity. I didn't
have the energy to return to the pace that she'd liked so much, but I
knew I could damn sure do something else that had worked.
I didn't bother answering her, nor did I change the way I was
thrusting into her -- except to go back to bumping my pelvis against
hers each time.
As I expected, it didn't take much of that to have her getting even
wetter around me and moaning almost continuously as she lifted her
hips in welcome each time I penetrated her. After only a couple of
minutes of that, I again started to feel a change in her. Knowing then
that it signaled her approaching orgasm (which I knew would do ME in,
too), I shorted my strokes in favor of making them more rapid; less
than a minute later, she practically screamed with the start of her
release. Only her copious wetness made it possible for me to make the
last few thrusts into her indescribably tight vagina I needed before I
pushed myself as far into her as I could -- even as the first spray of
my semen was erupting from my cock. I heard myself groan with the
intensity of the pleasure of it, even as my body tensed to do it
again. Beneath me, Casandra's body was heaving and shuddering with the
power of the orgasm she was experiencing.
My age and gender contrived to have my release ending well before hers
did; that left me free to savor the feeling of her warmth and wetness
clenching around my manhood as the movements of her body used her
nipples to draw undoubtedly erotic designs on my chest.
The tremors in her young frame were mild and infrequent when I lowered
my body over hers again, careful to support most of my weight on my
elbows. I nuzzled her neck for a little bit before touching my lips to
hers briefly, then doing it again a couple of seconds later. After I'd
kissed her a third time, her eyes opened, and I could see that the
intensity of what she'd just experienced had left her a little
disoriented. I waited patiently for the few seconds it took for her to
get her wits about her again, and when her eyes focused on me, I gave
her a smile before asking "Are you going to be all right now?"
Shocked by what she'd just been through, she looked at me solemnly and
answered "I hope so."
I touched my lips to hers again, and she readily kissed me back before
I asked "Was that what you wanted to happen when you told me you were
close?"
Remembering what she'd said, she blushed slightly and told me "That
was WAY more than I wanted. I knew it would be something special if
you were the first guy I was with, but I never thought I could have
anything like that. I don't think you did any tricks or anything
either, did you? I mean, except that little bit there at the end?"
"No, no tricks or anything -- just what you wanted me to, is all."
"Then... then when I make love with someone that doesn't do that, it'll
still feel almost that good? I mean, I think if I had too many like
that one, it'd kill me..."
I had to smile again as I told her "Yeah, it would probably feel
almost as good. Or it should, anyway, if the guy cares enough."
She considered that in silence for a bit, then looked at me again with
affection as she said "I can feel you... still inside me. I like it, a
lot. And I know you're holding yourself up so that you don't like,
squish me while you stay over me like this. You're a good teacher, but
you're such a DEAR, too. I wish I could make love with you again... I
mean, if it's okay, and you wanted to, too."
"I think it would be okay, and yes, I'd want to, too. But that's going
to have to be later. I'm pretty sure the others are going to have
about a million and a half questions for you, and I don't know how
patient they'll be now that we're done."
Reminded that we'd made love in front of the rest of the class, I saw
Casandra pinken slightly before she said "Yeah, I guess they will. But
before you have to get off of me, I want to tell you: I love you. Not
the get married kind, but the someone special kind, like you told me.
You helped me a LOT with this, and made this something even more
precious to me than I thought it would be. I'm glad I asked if you
could be the one I gave my virginity to, and that you said yes; you've
made me SO happy, today."
I lowered my head and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead before
answering "That's all I could have hoped for, Casandra -- that you'd be
happy when it was done."
Touched by what I'd done and said, Casandra smiled up at me. A second
later, when I began to lift myself off of her, she got (mostly)
serious again. When I'd slid my softened penis out of her, I quickly
moved to the side and got myself stretched out on my back so the rest
of the class could see what had happened with ME. It wasn't much,
compared to Casandra, and it didn't take long for them to lose
interest and return their attentions to her.
I heard Casandra ask for a small gym bag she'd set nearby when we'd
gotten the mats ready, and after it was passed to her I saw her pull
out a medium-sized towel, as well as a small plastic container. When
she opened the container, it proved to hold a couple of damp
washcloths. She sat up slightly and asked "Does anyone want to see
what I look like before I clean up a little bit?", clearly ready to
accept either answer. After a few seconds passed without any response,
she calmly wiped her pelvis and crotch clean of our combined juices.
Once she was done, she set the washcloth aside and unfolded the towel
a couple of times before sliding it under herself and sitting up more
with the explanation "I know all of Mister Thompson's semen hasn't
drained out of me yet, and I don't want to make a mess on the blanket
he brought in. In a little bit, after I figure all of his stuff is out
of me, I'll wipe myself off again. Until then, I won't mind if all of
you want to look at me, and see what happens."
None of them seemed inclined to take advantage of the offer; nearly a
minute went by before Nawar broke the logjam by moving close enough
that she could lean forward and give Casandra's sex a proper
examination. Once she was satisfied she'd learned what she wanted to
know, she scooted herself back again. After that the other five did
much the same, though the amount of time they spent looking varied
considerably. Sharla was the last (and longest to look); when she
moved back, Casandra told them "I'll answer anything you want to ask
me about. The whole reason I wanted my first time to happen like this
is so you could find out for yourselves what it's all about --
including the stuff that you couldn't actually SEE."
Nawar was the one to get things going again by asking "It really didn't hurt?"
Smiling, Casandra answered "Not even a little bit. I really think that
even if I had had a hymen, it wouldn't have been bad. Mister Thompson
was real good about not doing anything to rush me or anything like
that. The whole time I was getting all this worked out, he kept
telling me 'only do what's right for YOU', and that's what I did.
Sometimes it wasn't easy getting him in me, 'cause he felt HUGE, but
it never hurt. I just took my time and went slow; any time something
didn't feel right, I did whatever I had to to make it better again."
"It looked like you, uh, kinda backed up a little bit sometimes. Is
that why?" Mallory wanted to know.
"Yeah. Even though I left some of my spit on him to help make him
slippery, and I knew I was pretty wet inside, it still felt like we
were kinda getting stuck sometimes. When it did, I'd slide off and
back on him a little bit until it went away. The rest of the time, I
just kind of sat down on him until it started to feel uncomfortable;
then I'd hold still until I got used to him again. Like I said, he
felt HUGE in me -- but once I got started, it also felt so... so right,
too, and so good."
Kathrine asked "You're on birth control? I mean, we could see that he
didn't pull out of you when he climaxed...", blushing slightly.
"I am. Because I didn't have anything blocking the way, the doctor was
able to give me an IUD -- that's for Intra Uterine Device -- so I don't
have to take pills or anything. I wouldn't have done this, with
ANYONE, if I wasn't."
"We could see that you had a couple of orgasms with him. Did it really
feel that good?" Sharla inquired.
Casandra's smile got even bigger and her whole face lit up before she
answered "Yeah, it did. I had orgasms, didn't I? And so nobody has to
ask, yeah, they really were that strong. I don't know if it was
because it was my first time, that it was Mister Thompson making me
feel that way, or just that I was actually having sex -- but it was
wonderful, even better than I'd dreamed it would be, and way better
than anything else I've ever felt."
That testimonial earned me a few appraising looks before they turned
their attention back to Casandra. Evette's question was "Could you
feel it when he climaxed? Inside you, I mean?"
"Kind of. It didn't feel like it LOOKS when it happens for him, but I
still felt something warm inside me and how much wetter I got."
Following that, she grinned and added "I liked it, and knowing that I
was making him climax made it even better."
For the next half hour or so, Casandra patiently fielded the rest of
their questions. Those ranged far and wide, and included such things
as if or how it felt different for her in the different positions we'd
used, whether or not she thought she'd experience any pain or
discomfort from being stretched inside, and more. The last question
from any of them came from Nawar, who wanted to know "I guess now
you'll want to have sex again?"
Casandra answered by calmly telling her "If it was with a nice guy
that was patient and everything and was really interested in me, and
wanted to make ME feel good, too -- yeah, I would. I'd be glad to make
love with Mister Thompson any time he wanted me to."
Of course, that got me looked over by all of them again before
Casandra asked "Is there anything else? If not, it's getting close to
lunch time, and I'd like to get dressed for it before I go out."
All of them looked around and realized that they were all nude, and
laughed briefly before letting her know they were done. Casandra
checked the towel she was on, and apparently decided that if all of my
cum hadn't drained out, then it was at least enough to make it worth
her time to clean up again. After she'd wiped herself off, she pulled
out a third damp washcloth that I hadn't seen and offered it to me. I
took it and casually removed the sticky residue that remained from our
lovemaking (under the watchful eyes of six nubile teenyboppers) as she
got the others back into the container, then slid the towel out from
under her butt and re-folded it so that the wet parts were on the
inside before carefully tucking it back into the bag. I handed her the
last of the damp cloths, and she got it sealed into the container with
the rest of them. I felt pretty sure that she'd be doing a small and
quick load of laundry as soon as she got home.
Satisfied, Casandra indicated that she was ready to get up and get
dressed again; I managed to stand up first, and readily provided her
with assistance in getting to her feet. Holding hands, the two of us
went back to the privacy area and got dressed again -- a process that
was slowed somewhat by the number of affectionate kisses we exchanged
along the way.
When we came out, we saw that the others had also gotten dressed
again; in addition, they'd thoughtfully set Casandra's bag next to her
chair, and folded my blanket and set it on the corner of my desk, as
well as re-stacking the mats we'd used.
While it was still a bit earlier than I'd usually have turned them
loose, I told them that they could go ahead and get something to eat,
if they wanted... and that I'd expect them back in class at the usual
time, giving them a little extra time I knew they'd use to talk about
what had happened.
Pleased by the extended lunch break, the lot of them swarmed out. I
used the time before classes usually broke for lunch to get my blanket
back into my car while nobody was watching.
That afternoon, they were appreciably more alert and attentive... but it
was still a good thing that I didn't actually have to try to teach
them anything.

It was the last hour of school the afternoon before a 3-day weekend,
and I expect that all of us were ready for a break -- the weather had
been good (and was predicted to remain that way for the weekend), and
all of us were ready to take advantage of it. I was sitting in my
chair behind my desk listening to the girls chatter about what they'd
be doing that weekend. Some were going camping with their family, a
few were going to stay home and have a big cookout, and others were
traveling to visit relatives in another state. Expecting that one of
them would do it, I wasn't surprised when Nawar casually asked "What
have you got planned for this weekend, Mister Thompson?"
I drew a laugh from those that were listening as I answered "I'm going
to stay home and rest up from trying to ride herd on all you
characters!"
When it had quieted down a bit again, Nawar wanted to know "No,
really... don't you have anything planned?"
"Not even. I'm just going to stay home and relax, and maybe use the
pool at my apartment complex a little. Other than that, the most
enthusiastic I figure to be is rolling over on the couch."
The smile I got from her was a little strange, but I didn't think
anything of it, what with all of us counting down the minutes until we
could leave.
I learned that I should have paid more attention to it late the next morning.
I'd slept in (due in part to several beers in the apartment clubhouse
during a small cookout the previous evening), and had only put on a
pair of old cutoff jeans and a tee shirt from my college days while
getting breakfast. I was sitting back on the couch watching a pregame
show on television when my doorbell chimed.
Wondering who the hell it could be, I muted the TV and went to find
out -- only to be surprised at finding it was Nawar, looking rather
serious for the tank-top and walking shorts she had on, paying me a
visit. I invited her in, and asked if there was anything she'd like to
drink. She passed on the offer, and the two of us went in to the
living room. Once I was seated, I shut the TV off and asked "So what
is it that has you darkening my door on the first day of a long
weekend?", teasing her a bit.
That didn't get so much as a grin out of her, which left me feeling a
bit alarmed as I waited to hear what she had to say.
After a few moments, she visibly pulled herself together and told me
"I'm sorry to bother you outside of school -- 'specially on a weekend
like this. But there's been something on my mind for quite a while
now, and I really need to talk to somebody about it. It's not
something I could go to my folks about, and I'm afraid that anybody
else that would be able to help would just tell me what THEY think
instead of helping me figure out what's right for me."
Hearing that, I understood why she looked so serious, and why she
hadn't responded to my (admittedly) little joke. As reassuringly as I
could, I told her "If you didn't think you could talk to me about
whatever it is in school, then coming over here is fine... no matter
what day or time it is. I'll do what I can for you, Nawar, you know
that; but it would help if I had some idea of what's going on."
Again, there was a slight delay before she asked me "You know that my
grandparents were born here right after their folks came here from
Pakistan, right?"
I nodded that I did, and she continued "Growing up here, they only
kinda-sorta picked up about what it's like in America -- but not much,
because they lived in a Paki community. I mean, my grandmother, she
was fine with it when she was set up with an arranged marriage to a
guy she hardly knew; both my grandparents grew up almost entirely with
Pakistani ways and customs after they married and had kids. My parents
didn't have an arranged marriage, but they didn't miss it by much,
either; my mom and dad knew each other almost their entire lives. I've
heard that if my folks hadn't TRIED to learn to do stuff the American
way and made such a fuss about it, both of them probably would have
gotten married to someone else. Anyway, when they started living on
their own, it was mostly the other way around: they tried to live the
American way as much as they could, but still had their folks pushing
them to do stuff the way they do 'back home'. For my folks, 'home' is
HERE, not Pakistan, but I've heard how much of a hard time they get
from my grandparents about doing things the Pakistani way -- what me
and my sister should be doing, what my brothers should be doing, how
we dress, ALL of it."
Not having come from a different culture, all I could do was remain
silent and nod. That was all she needed to continue "Honestly, Mister
Thompson, I've only been to Pakistan once in my entire life... and that
was so long ago I don't even remember it. I don't even think of myself
as being Pakistani that way; I'm an American. But my grandparents,
they talk like Pakistan is the center of the universe and that Paki
traditions and customs are the only right way to live. So even though
my mom and dad don't tell us kids to do stuff a certain way, we still
do because of the trouble our folks would have if we didn't. Except
that most of what my grandparents think is right just doesn't WORK the
way they think it does or should outside of the Paki community. And
that's what's bothering me so much: there's something I know that I
want to do, but it's SO against the Paki way of doing things, and I'm
having a really hard time trying to figure out what to do about it. I
guess you can see that if I tried to talk to my folks about it, they'd
know the hard time they'd get from my grandparents, and I wouldn't get
their real, honest opinion. I don't know any adults that grew up with
a different culture... at least, not well enough to talk to them about
what's on my mind, anyway. Even though you're all American and can't
really understand just how big a problem this is for me, I know you
can at least help me figure this out so I can decide what to do."
She waited patiently as I thought about what she'd said, and what she
wanted me to do. When she saw I was ready to talk, she perked up a bit
and listened as I told her "No, I can't understand the problem the way
you're experiencing it -- but if you don't mind me asking a lot of
extra questions, I think that I can at least appreciate the situation
you're in. I'd do the best I could, anyway, but if you can put up with
me asking a bunch of goofy questions, I'm sure I can do even better."
She managed to give me a small smile as she answered "I don't think
your questions will be all THAT goofy, compared to some I've had
people ask me. Yeah, if it'll help, I'm fine with whatever you want to
ask."
The next thing I wanted to know was "How much time do we have? Should
I call your folks or anything?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that. Everybody else went to visit my
grandparents. I got out of it by saying there was something I wanted
to work on for school, and they let me stay home. I've been home by
myself before, so they know I wouldn't have people over or throw a big
party or anything. I've got my dad's cell phone with me in case they
want to talk to me, or I need to call them. They'll probably call
later, and again sometime tomorrow, but that's about it."
Satisfied that there wasn't any hurry, I began talking with her --
asking questions about different things and paying close attention to
the answers I got, getting different points clarified, approaching
things from two or three (or even several) different 'angles' to try
and get an idea of how big of a deal something was, and so on. Along
the way, I was also explaining (as best I could) what my thought
processes were, and what I thought or hoped might be possible; in
return, Nawar was able to help me get an even feel for what kinds of
things I should be asking. Partway through the process, she told me
"Mister Thompson, even your questions are making me think about stuff
differently!" She also proved to be as tolerant of my questions as
she'd said she'd be; not once did she have to try to hide a smile or
look of exasperation.
By the time we finished, I was nearly floored to discover than nearly
four hours had passed since I'd let her into my apartment. When I
pointed that little fact out to Nawar, she looked ashamed as she told
me "I'm really sorry about taking up so much of your time away from
work..."
I hastened to assure her that she was welcome to as much of my time as
she needed; that I'd pointed it out ONLY because of how quickly it had
seemed to pass. She was willing to accept my explanation, and waited
patiently as I worked my through everything that I'd heard and learned
from her. That took a little while, and she didn't hesitate to get
herself something to drink when she got thirsty.
Nawar was again seated across from me when I finally got everything I
knew about the situation she'd described boiled down to what I figured
the essentials were. As I told her what I'd come up with, she wasn't
reluctant to ask me to amplify or explain some of what I said, so that
she was sure she understood what I was saying. When I was done, she
considered what I'd said for a bit before telling me "Okay, I can see
how everything else depends on that stuff. Now all I've got to do is
decide is how important those things are to me, and what I think about
them. Then I'll know what I need to do."
"Yeah, that's about the size of it", I confirmed. "If you want to be
by yourself while you think, I won't be offended if you want to go
home; if you want, you're welcome to stay here for as long as you
want."
In response, she told me "I think I'd like to stay here. I don't want
to be alone, but I don't need a lot of noise and such while I'm trying
to think, either." A second later, she asked "Could I sit on your lap,
so you can hold me while I'm thinking?", a bit apprehensive.
"Of course you can", I answered. Getting myself turned on the couch a
bit, I was able to stretch out a little, making it possible for both
of us to be comfortable for a while. Nawar got her tight little butt
settled on me, then leaned over to rest against my chest, the top of
her head right under my chin. I put my arms around her, holding her
loosely as she released a soft sigh of contentment. A moment later, I
heard her say "I really DO appreciate that you'd give up so much of
your time like this. Maybe you don't think it's any big deal, but it
is to me. All of us in your class know how lucky we are that you're
our teacher. Most of us thought you were just blowing smoke that first
day, when you told us what kind of teacher you wanted to be; but since
then, we've all seen that you ARE like that... and not just at school,
either."
I just gave her a soft hug and managed to kiss the top of her head
before telling her "Thank you. Now figure out what you need to do so
you can find a solution to whatever has been bothering you."
After trying to snuggle herself a little closer to my chest, she
remained still on my lap. If it hadn't been for the involuntary
movements she made, and the occasional under-her-breath muttering, I
would have been tempted to think that she'd fallen asleep --
particularly when she stayed like that for over an hour.
My legs were in danger of falling asleep when I finally heard her
voice again. Without moving from where she was, she told me "Okay, I
think I've got it figured out, now. I know it isn't going to be easy,
and there are going to be some consequences, but I know what I have to
do."
"What's that?"
I felt and heard as she sighed heavily before answering "First, I'm
going to have to get my parents and grandparents to understand that no
matter what, they're more 'Pakistani' than I am; I'm an American whose
family is from Pakistan, not a Pakistani living in America... I think my
parents will understand better than my grandparents. I won't like it,
but if I have to, I can ask my grandparents why the family left
Pakistan if it was so great and wonderful -- and point out to them that
Pakistan is the way it is now because of the customs and traditions
there, both the good ones AND the bad ones; and that the same thing is
true of America... if they came here because it was better in America,
then it we should be learning and following American ways if we're
going to live and do the best we can here. I think they'll do it more
than they want to, but my parents are going to give me a hard time
because my grandparents will be after them to change my mind, just
like they'll be trying to do. That's where the consequences come in.
Not only am I probably going to be punished for the way I'll have to
talk to them, but I'm going to have to have the strength to not give
in to all the fussing and talking and complaining they'll dump on me --
and there will be a LOT of it. Most of it will be open and direct; but
they'll also take a lot of tiny little nips at me, too, and that will
actually be the hardest part. I'm going to have to try and think of a
way to handle it so it doesn't make me do or say something foolish,
and get myself into even more trouble. The good part is that I know my
sister and brothers will do whatever they can to help me, even if they
don't dare stand up like I'll have to do. If I have the strength to
insist on what I know is right, AND avoid doing something that gets
them angrier with me, I'm sure I can win. But it's going to be very,
very difficult."
I didn't think for a moment that she was overstating the repercussions
of what she proposed to do; if anything, I figured they'd be even
worse. Knowing what kind of student she was, and having a pretty damn
good idea of what her personality and character were, I considered
what I might be able to do to help her. After a bit of thought, I was
able to tell her "For a bunch of reasons, I can't put myself in any
situation you're in at home. But, I can answer any questions you have,
or give you advice or suggestions if you come to me with problems. And
if it happens that your parents should get in touch with me about
what's going on, I'm free to tell them what I think."
As I'd expected she would, Nawar caught the subtleties of what I said,
and promptly asked me "Is there anything you can tell me that might
help? With ANY of it?"
The open-ended nature of her question gave me the latitude to answer
"First thing I can think of is this: absolutely the hardest person to
argue with is the one that won't actually argue. What they do instead
is just stand there and let you talk and talk and talk... and not say a
thing back to you, no matter what. One person I knew that did that
told me he pretended to be a rock, and that all the words were just
water: it would take ten thousand years for them to make any
difference to him at all."
Nawar nodded her head, and I could almost hear the smile she must have
had as she asked "What else?"
"For all the little nips you said they'll take, I'd be tempted to do
one of a couple of things. The first is to turn it around and do the
same thing back -- if they say something like you've forgotten you're
Pakistani, you politely take note of the fact that THEY seem to have
forgotten you were born an American. Maybe not right then or directly
to them, but later, so they can overhear it. The other option would be
to not actually say anything, but just let them see you looking at
them as though their words had physically hurt you; try to make THEM
feel guilty, instead of just accepting the pain. Don't make a big
production out of it, though -- the idea is that THEY should feel the
little nips, not you."
She tilted her head back to look up at me with something like delight
on her face as she told me "I'm glad you're helping me, and not my
parents and grandparents!"
I took the opportunity to give her a quick kiss before answering "I
wouldn't do that -- you're WAY prettier and more fun than I'll bet they
are!", making her giggle briefly as she nestled against my chest
again.
"The last thing", I told her, "is that ANY help you can get from your
brothers and sister helps not just you, but them, too. So if they feel
the way you do, get them to understand that anything they can do to
stand up for you means that they're standing up for themselves, too.
They don't have to do or say anything like you; any resistance from
any of them helps ALL of you by making your parents understand how
what your grandparents say affects things. Again, you don't have to
actually try to talk to your parents or argue with them; just getting
them to see the contradictions in YOUR lives is enough. Sooner or
later, I'll bet they make the connection between what you're going
through and what happened with their own lives -- and realize that
you're doing exactly what you should be: integrating into America,
instead of being lifetime exile Pakistanis."
Comfortable on my lap and with my arms around her as she leaned
against my chest, Nawar sat quietly for perhaps another twenty minutes
or so before telling me "Knowing what I'm going to have to do, and
what's going to happen... it's made it easier for me to figure out
what's right for ME about what I know I want to do, which is what got
me all messed up with the other part."
I hugged her gently and told her "I'm glad to hear that."
When I didn't say anything else after a few seconds, she asked "Don't
you want to know what it was, and what I decided?"
"Only if you want to tell me, Nawar. You didn't say anything about it
before, so I just figured it was something personal."
"Well, it is personal. But you should hear it, because it involves you, too."
Curious, I asked "What is it, then?", totally unprepared for the
answer I got: "I want you to make love with me."
It's a good thing that functions like breathing and heartbeats are
part of the autonomous functions, and not dependent on conscious
thought; otherwise, I'd likely have ended up underground and looking
at the wrong end of the flowers. That short and simple statement from
her had the effect of putting my brain in complete lockdown; I
literally couldn't think at ALL for quite some time. Only when I felt
Nawar nervously shift in my arms was I able to start stringing
together even the flimsiest of thought processes.
When I could finally tell I was close to coherent again, the best I
could do was ask her "Why?"
"I could give you probably a million examples", she answered, "but all
of them boil down to just a couple of actual reasons. One of them is
that I know that I'd like it. I mean, the way you've made me feel just
the times we've used our mouths on each other have been terrific. On
top of that, I saw how you were with Casandra, and how you made HER
feel; I don't doubt for even a SECOND that it would be just as good
for me. The other reason is that again, I know you'd be as patient and
understanding and gentle and all that with me as you were with
Casandra -- and Celia and Darci. After you were with Casandra, all of
us started talking one time, and they finally told us about what they
were doing... not just each other, but that they'd given their virginity
to you. They wouldn't give any details, even though a couple of girls
asked; all they'd say was that it had been their idea, and that they'd
been with you more than once. Well, that, and what you'd been like
with them, without saying what any of you had done."
Hearing that, I realized that I'd never cautioned Darci and Celia
about not saying anything to anyone -- and that they'd kept it
confidential, anyway. At least, until I'd made love with Casandra in
front of the whole class; even then, they hadn't divulged any
particulars... only that it had happened, and what they thought about
it. With that, I knew that I needn't have said anything to them in the
first place, since they'd done exactly what I would have asked,
anyway.
Dragging my thoughts back to the conversation I was having with Nawar,
I reviewed what she'd just said, and wanted to know "You're a virgin,
then? And you want to stop being one with ME?"
"Yes, and yes. I started really thinking about sex when you showed us
what happens when a guy has a climax, although I wasn't thinking about
it with YOU. But when you made me feel so good when we had the oral
sex class, I started wondering what it might be like if it was you and
me. That's why I was so glad for the chance to find out what I could
do for you, and have you climax in my mouth. Then when it was just you
and me, here, you made it even easier and better for me, and that's
when I started thinking that you could make me feel good THAT way, too
-- but I still wasn't sure about giving up my virginity. After Casandra
said she was going to let the rest of us watch while she was with you
her first time, I was glad for the chance to learn at least a little
bit about what happens. It wasn't anything like I thought it would be,
and when Casandra said what she did about giving you her virginity, I
didn't figure it would be as bad as I'd been afraid it would. Up until
I heard what Darci and Celia had to say about you, there were still
two separate things in my mind: that it would feel good if I was with
YOU, and that giving my virginity to someone didn't HAVE to be hard.
But it was when Celia and Darci both told us how you were with them
the first time that those two things in my mind came together. When
they did, I realized that I already knew what kind of person you are,
and that I didn't have to be worried or afraid with you -- that you're
the kind of guy I want to be with my first time, so that it's nice,
the way I want it to be."
Taking a deep and somewhat shaky breath, she went on to say "That's
when I was sure that I wanted us to make love -- 'cause I knew that's
what it would be. And that's when I started trying to get ready for it
to happen, too; I went by myself down to the family planning place,
and they were able to get me started on birth control without having
to tell my folks -- which would have sent them into orbit, if they'd
found out. When I realized that I was actually getting ready to give
you my virginity by doing stuff that would hit my parents that way,
that was when I started having all these, like, arguments with myself
about all of it. Sometimes I could hear my parents and grandparents
talking to me and telling me I was dishonoring them and my family and
everything; but other times I was telling myself that I'm not really
Pakistani like they are, and that I should be able to decide things
for myself like other girls do. I was starting to think I was going to
go CRAZY with all of it when I finally decided I just had to talk to
somebody; and that's how I settled on coming here and talking to you.
I was SO afraid that you were going to go out of town like everyone
else, or be busy with something."
After hearing how she'd gotten to that point, and knowing what she was
going to have to go through to settle the problems she'd had, the only
thing I could say to her was "Sweetheart, I would consider it an honor
and a privilege to be the one to make you a woman."
She pulled away from me a little bit so she could look up into my face
and uncertainly ask "You will? Really?"
Smiling, I answered "Yes, I will. Really."
The hopeful expression she got was reflected in her voice when she
wanted to know "Can it be more than just once? I mean, can I stay here
for a little while? Maybe... maybe even... the whole night?"
Thrown by her eagerness and the questions, I had to think about it for
a bit before I could answer "That's up to you, dear. I expect you know
what would happen with your parents if they thought something was
going on; if that's a risk you're willing to take, or you think you
can handle it, then I'm fine with having you here as long as you want
to stay this weekend."
Reminded of the potential consequences of having her parents (or, by
implication, someone else) learn what she wanted us to do sobered her
considerably. Enough so that she was quiet and thoughtful while she
thought it all through. When she had, though, she looked up at me
again and confidently said "I'm old enough that us being together
isn't illegal, and if my family finds out... well, it just shows them
that I really am more American than Paki. I want to stay."
I acknowledged her decision by giving her a little pat on the butt and
saying "Then you're welcome to stay for however long. But I need to
stretch my legs a little bit, first. Your big ol' butt is starting to
make them a little numb", teasing her.
She immediately got indignant and declared "My butt is not that big!
We've just been sitting her for a long time, is all!"
Grinning, I told her "No, your butt isn't that big. In fact, I think
you've got a very nice butt."
Realizing that I'd been jerking her chain, she muttered something
under her breath (I didn't figure it was complimentary, and didn't ask
what it was) before grinning back at me and saying "Just for that, I
want you to make love with me an extra time, just to make up for
saying it."
"Well, I suppose I could do that..." I replied with feigned reluctance.
She saw right through it, and her grin only got wider before I patted
her butt again and said "I really do need to get up and stretch a
little."
With a dramatic sigh and pretend disgust, she turned and got to her
feet. Her act came apart when I got my feet on the floor, and then
reached around her to give her ass several exploratory squeezes,
followed by saying "Yup, very nice, indeed..."
Laughing, she theatrically reached back and pulled my hands off her
butt before telling me "Okay, fine, you're forgiven. Now go take care
of whatever; I'll still be here when you get back."
I stood up, and we hugged each other before I left to prepare for what
I knew was coming.
After brushing my teeth again and clearing the stubble off my face, I
made sure my bladder was empty before heading back for the living
room. When I got there, I was surprised and delighted to see that she
was standing there facing me -- nude.
Every time I'd been blessed with seeing her like that, I could only
wonder what I'd done to deserve the chance to look at her that way,
and feel something like awe that all that DNA and all those
chromosomes had come together so perfectly. If there was a God, he or
she or it must have taken a personal interest in Nawar's creation.
The long, luxuriously black hair on her head was tucked behind her
shell-like ears and fell to the middle of her back; her luminous dark
eyes looked at me without shame or fear from the smooth, regular
features of her face. The slender neck that supported her head flowed
into her delicate and graceful shoulders. High on her chest, her ample
(but not overly full) bust was composed of a pair of rounded orbs that
were capped with small, dark areolas; protruding from those were the
stubs of her pencil-diameter nipples.
Her belly was as easily as flat as a woman's can be, and was bracketed
by her slender waist and trim hips; there was just enough padding on
her to soften her curves. At the base of her abdomen, the small strip
of her thick and luxuriously soft pubic hair ran only a short distance
up onto her belly. On either side of her mons was the top of her firm,
smooth thighs, supported by her trim calves. Her legs were long and
graceful, and made up a series of delightfully graceful curves. When I
managed to drag my eyes to hers, Nawar gave me a pleased and amused
smile before turning around so I could see the obverse side and she
looked at me over her shoulder.
Without the pleasant distractions that the front of her had, my
attention first went to her ass. Far from merely being "very nice", it
should have been declared a national treasure. Though small, it was
still very nicely rounded; and as I knew from experience, smooth as
the proverbial baby's ass on the outside and probably capable of
cracking walnuts with the underlying muscle.
There wasn't a blemish or scar or mark to be found on her anywhere;
with the arrival of summer, she'd darkened a bit, turning her an
incredibly sexy bronze color -- except for the pale tan area protected
by the obviously modest swimsuits her parents must have insisted she
wear.
When she saw me finally start to move toward her, she turned to face
me again and willingly let me take her into my arms. After giving her
a hug, I told her "In case I haven't said it before, you are
incredibly beautiful and sexy. Every time I get to see you like you
are now, I feel like I'm being given a special reward for doing some
exceptional thing, like saving a bunch of baby nuns with puppies from
a fire, or something."
I heard her soft laugh before she told me "Every time you see me
naked, you tell me something like that, as if you'd never said it
before. I don't understand it, either; I suppose I'm pretty enough,
but I don't think anything like THAT."
"Well, you are. Believe me -- I'm a teacher, and I know these things."
She giggled in response, and I went on to tell her "As beautiful and
sexy as you are, what I really like the most about you are the things
that I've learned about you in class... how smart you are, and how you
do the best you can on whatever it is you're working on. I care for
you because of what kind of person you've shown me you are -- patient
and considerate and friendly and a whole lot more. It's everything
that's inside your heart and mind that makes you such a special
person; the rest of us are just lucky that all that goodness comes in
such an attractive package."
The two of us had stood there holding each other for a minute or so
when Nawar slowly pulled away from me. After I'd let my arms fall to
my side, she just smiled at me and reached out to take hold of the hem
of my tee shirt and begin lifting it up. Knowing what she wanted, I
just raised my arms over my head to make it easier for her. When the
material had covered my eyes, I felt her lean forward to kiss each of
MY nipples before she finished peeling my shirt off of me. Once she'd
tossed it aside, she next reached for the waistband of the cutoffs I
was wearing. I sucked in my gut a little bit to make it easier for her
to undo the button; once she'd gotten it, she unhesitatingly pulled
the tab of the zipper down. It took only a few moments for gravity to
have its effect and pull my cutoffs down to form a puddle of denim
around my ankles.
After I stepped out of my cutoffs and kicked them aside, Nawar put her
hands on my chest and gently nudged me into position in front of the
couch, where a soft push told me she wanted me to sit down. When I
had, she told me "I know it'll take you longer to climax after you've
already had one, and that's what I want to happen when we make love
the first time. So let me do this for you now, so you can make me even
happier later."
With that, she calmly knelt down in front of me and nudged my knees
apart. After lifting my penis up, she leaned forward and took all of
it into her mouth. While she let her arms rest on my thighs, she used
her lips and tongue and varying amounts of gentle suction to steadily
get me longer and harder. As I got bigger, she reluctantly let the
surplus of my manhood slip out from between her lips -- and there was
appreciably less of me on the outside than what she was happily
working on. I'd been fully erect for a bit when she decided that it
was time to get serious about getting me off. I'd thought she was good
before, but over the next several minutes I had the delightful
experience of finding out just how good she could be when she wanted
to. It was actually something of a relief when she finally let me
climax as she slowly slid her mouth up and down my stiff cock while
caressing the underside of it with what I'd discovered was a VERY
nimble tongue. And as I'd learned to expect, she was eager to accept
and swallow ever drop of cum that escaped me.
When all there was left for me was the happy afterglow, she carefully
used her mouth to make sure I was clean before swallowing what was
left of my semen in her mouth. Satisfied with her handiwork (as was
I!), she calmly got up and went into the kitchen, reappearing a minute
later with a cold soda and a beer. After we'd both had a drink (the
beer WAS mine, as it turned out), she set her soda on the table at the
end of the couch and unabashedly climbed onto my lap, her legs on the
outside of mine. I set my beer aside and got my arms around her and
held her still so I could give her kind of kiss I figured she
deserved; she heartily cooperated, and we finally let it end only
after we'd tried to lick each others tonsils.
Only then did I tell her "That felt really nice. I guess you can tell
I like that."
Grinning, she answered "Yeah, I know. I like doing it. It makes me
feel good, knowing that I can get you excited and make you happy that
way, and I like how your stuff tastes -- 'specially when I get it fresh
like that. And I know you like doing it to me, too; and it makes ME
excited and happy, so everything works out pretty good for us, doesn't
it?"
Grinning back at her, I answered "Yeah, it does -- and I'm glad",
before pulling her close again.
Both of us were content to just sit there and hold each other for the
next little while. Her head rested on my shoulder, and all I had to do
was turn my head a little to breathe in the scent of her. If there is
anything more appealing or better as an aphrodisiac than the faintly
soapy aroma of a real, live girl, I have yet to find it. That's
particularly true when said girl is stark naked and sitting on your
lap, so you can feel her nipples pressing into your chest, surrounded
by the warm pillows of her breasts, while her soft pubic hair is
faintly tickling your lower belly as you hold her in your arms.
Some time later, Nawar softly told me "When you're holding me like
this... I feel safe and secure, and I know that everything is going to
be okay. I know that what I'm going to have to do at home is right,
and I know that I'm going to have to pay for doing it. But I also know
that when it's over, it'll have been worth it -- mostly because of how
you've gotten me to think about more than just the obvious things
about stuff, like what happened before, and what it means and what
might happen. Everything you had us talking and thinking about for
civics and philosophy and all that... it was to try and help us be ready
for when we had to start dealing with important things, so we'd be
able to analyze them and figure them out. Well, it worked -- at least
for me. I'm going to be scared and mad and all kinds of stuff -- but I
won't be afraid, 'cause YOU aren't, and I'll be able to see you every
day in school. I know you were nervous and worried when you showed us
what happened with guys, but you did it anyway because you figured it
was something we needed to know. I guess it wasn't as bad for you when
we learned about oral sex, but I know that you still could have had a
lot of trouble because of it even though our parents and the school
said it was okay for you to teach us stuff like that. And then there's
how you were willing to be with each of us after that, and how you
helped Darci and Celia and Casandra... and now me. You haven't just been
teaching us school stuff, even though I that's important. You've been
helping us learn how to be better people, too. I understand that, now,
and I just want you to know that, and that I'm glad about it."
I got her to sit up again so that I could look into her face as I told
her "What you just said... that's why I wanted to be a teacher -- so I
could maybe help young people like you and the rest of the class learn
how to be the kind of people that you want to be. I told you, way back
on the first day of class we had, that I wanted to help make all of
you smarter and more educated so you do whatever it was that you
wanted to do with your lives. Since then, I've learned that all of you
are pretty darn smart to start with, so all I've had to do has been to
show you that there was more going on than you thought there was. And
every last one of you has turned out to be the kind of student that
every teacher dreams of having: wanting to learn new things, and
thinking about what they already know in different ways, and WANTING
to know more and more. I'm actually proud of ALL of you for how much
you've grown since that first day. The extra stuff you say I've done...
I did it because I learned what kind of person each of you had inside,
and I wanted to bring that out as much as I could. I truly am sorry
about what you're going to do at home, because I understand that it's
going to cause a lot of problems for you. But because you DID see the
situation you're in, and have decided that you're going to have to try
to change it, and are willing to pay the price to make that change
happen... I'm even prouder of you."
It wasn't difficult to see all the different feelings running through
her -- her face and expression showed the happiness and pride she felt
at what I thought of her, her resolve to settle her home situation,
and the love she felt for me.
In response to the latter, I moved my head forward with the clear
intention of kissing her; she mirrored my actions, and when our lips
touched, I tried to use our kiss to tell how how much I loved her in
return.
That kiss lasted longer than I thought it would, and was quickly
followed by another... and then a third, and several more. With each
one, I could somehow feel the underlying emotion changing from love
and affection to desire and passion. When we finally had to come up
for more than a token effort at breathing, I could see in her eyes
that she was ready and eager for us to not only continue, but go even
farther and take our feelings and desires as far as we could.
With my arms still around her, I scooted forward on the couch until I
was barely seated on it; Nawar knew where I wanted us to go without my
having to say a word, and moved to get off my lap -- except that once
she was in position, I gently pulled her back down on it so that both
of her legs were on the same side. She looked at me in confusion until
I put my arms behind her legs and back and stood up. That had me
holding her in my arms like a child, and she looked at me in delight
before putting her arms around my neck and resting her head on my
shoulder.
I carried her that way back to the bedroom, where I carefully (and
gratefully, since she wasn't a child) set her on the bed. I made no
bones about looking over her nude form for several seconds as she
confidently looked up at me. After getting into bed with her, I got
myself on my side next to her. Propped up on my elbow, I put my hand
on her belly and told her "You aren't going to make love to me, and
I'm not going to make love to you. We're going to make love to each
other -- if you tell me that's what you want by letting us make love.
I'm not going to push things, but I'm not going to give up if there
are any little problems along the way, either. You've told me what you
want from this, and I'll do everything in my power to see that you get
it."
Her gaze was steady as she told me "I understand... and THIS is what I
want -- for us to make love together."
In response, I kissed her forehead, then her lips... and then the rest
of her face. Eyes, nose, cheeks... all felt the touch of my lips before
I kissed my way along her jaw so that I could take one of her earlobes
between my lips and "nibble" on it for bit, accompanied by her
breathless moan. Then it was back across to the other side, where I
repeated my efforts before kissing my way down to her shoulder. After
a couple of back and forth passes there, it was a circuitous trip
across her throat so I could give the other shoulder a similar
treatment.
I continued by using my lips to apply random kisses and little
lip-bites across her upper chest and then back again, each time moving
my lips a trifle lower; ultimately, I reached my goal: the full, tawny
mounds of her breasts. By the time I'd casually worked my lips and
tongue to the peak of one of her mounds, her areola was tight and
crinkled with her hard nipple standing proud from it. Taking the dark
confection that capped her mammary into my mouth, I softly sucked on
it while softly strumming the hard rubber cylinder of her nipple with
my tongue. After a bit of that, Nawar put her hands in my hair and
softly nudged my head, letting me know that the other needed my
attention, too. As I enjoyed that pleasant task, my hand was softly
caressing the insides of her parted thighs; along with that, I
patiently and gently teasing her clitoris and the entrance to her
vagina. When I'd gotten the peaks of both of her breasts as tight and
erect as I could manage, it was time to move on again.
Continuing my journey down her body, the smooth expanse of her belly
and abdomen earned and got a significant amount of my attentions in
the form of varying combinations of soft kisses, gentle bites with my
lips, and frequent brief licks. I spent a bit of time finding out what
kind of tortures I could apply to her inordinately cute navel; the
soft noises she made told me that I was having the desired effect.
Still, there were more and better treats waiting for me at the end of
the trip, and I finally went in search of them.
The last part of the journey was even more indirect than the previous.
Nawar spread her legs still farther to make room for my body between
them, and I eventually found myself with my head poised above and
before the treasure that she was willing to share with me. Amid the
soft, dark mass of her pubic covering, the slit of her womanhood was
easy to discern; within it, I could easily see the edges of her labia
were already shiny with the oils that had escaped her. Lowering my
head, it was a quick and easy matter to extend my tongue and draw it
upwards, barely dipping into the divide and collecting my first taste
of her nectar. The next pass of my tongue ended with the tip of it
brushing across her clitoris, causing her to lift her hips slightly
and release a soft moan.
I'd exhausted the immediate supply of her essence, and not
coincidentally increased her excitement considerably, and was about to
get serious about pleasuring her when I heard her say "I want to get
you ready, too..."
It took only few moments to get the orientation of my body reversed
before I got a secure hold on her and rolled over onto my back,
pulling her on top of me. She barely had time to raise herself over me
before I had lifted my head between her trim thighs and began
pillaging her pelvis with my tongue. For her part, Nawar was almost as
quick to take the entire length of my cock into her mouth.
The next several minutes were spent with the two of us engaged in an
alternative to the Cold War policy of MAD: in our case, it was an
acronym for Mutually Assured Desire as each of us slowly and steadily
fueled the building fires of excitement and arousal in each other.
Nawar had gotten me fully erect easily enough, and seemed content to
simply keep me that way while I moved her closer and closer to a
climax. I'd gotten her to the point that I knew it wouldn't take much
more for me to help her have an orgasm, making the surprise even
greater when she released my cock from between her lips to tell me
"Stop there... don't do any more..."
My confusion was resolved when she went on to say "I want you IN me
the next time I have an orgasm."
I'll admit that I was tempted to make another run (or two or three
or...) across her wet opening and erect clitoris, but managed to set it
aside in favor of answering "Of course, dear."
I expected that she would want to be the one on top so that she could
control how things progressed, but she surprised me again by getting
off of me and laying on her back with the words "I'd like you to have
me this way the first time, so I can look at you and feel you over
me..."
Keeping my promise to do everything I could to see that she got what
she wanted, I sat up and then got myself position between her legs.
Spreading her legs a little more, she brought her knees up, tilting
her pelvis up enough that the head of my erection was almost able to
slip between her engorged labia. It took only a little adjustment on
my part to get the end of my manhood securely nestled against her
opening, but without applying any undue pressure.
Lowering the rest of my body a little more, I was able to support
myself on my elbows, making it possible to look closely into her face
as I told her "I meant what I said about us making love together, and
that it's up to you to LET me in. I'm only going to push hard enough
to make that happen if YOU decide it's okay."
Smiling up at me, she nodded her understanding, and confirmed it by
saying "I understand. I'm ready for this, and I want it more than
anything!"
Slowly, to confirm to her that I meant what I'd said, I increased the
pressure I was applying against the gate to her womanhood. As I did, I
could feel the tight circle of her opening slowly expand as she tried
to grant me access. Maintaining a constant pressure, I gradually began
to get more and more of my stiffness into her. We paused a couple of
times so she could take a deep breath and relax a bit, but even though
I was watching her closely, I never saw her exhibit even the slightest
sign of distress -- not even when the crown of my erection suddenly
slid into her. I immediately stopped applying pressure, of course, and
waited patiently to see what she needed or wanted me to do.
It was probably something close to a couple of minutes before she
opened her eyes and looked up at me to say "It's okay, now. You can
keep going."
Looking at her closely, I asked "You're okay?"
She managed to give me a grin as she answered "Yeah, I'm fine. I felt
a sharp pain there at the end just as you popped into me, but it
didn't last long. I... I think it was my hymen, 'cause it kinda felt
like something was tearing inside me. It wasn't a big pain, and it
ended pretty quick. I just needed a little time to get used to being
all stretched out, is all. You feel WAY bigger than I thought you
would..."
Seeing that I was concerned, she hastened to assure me "Really, I'm
good. I just need you to keep going, so I'm even better..."
Well, she hadn't made any noise and didn't look like anything was
bothering her, so I just told myself "the hell with it, then" and did
as she asked.
Gradually increasing the pressure again, it didn't take as long for me
to start sliding into her. I still kept careful watch on her, and
wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to stop (or even back up a little
bit) every time I thought she looked even the least bit uncomfortable.
She either didn't mind or didn't notice that that meant it took a
little longer before we got to the point that my pubis was gently
resting against hers.
Realizing what we'd accomplished, Nawar looked up at me in delight as
she exclaimed "We did it! You're all the way inside me, and it feels
so good! Even better than I dreamed it could!"
Even with the enthusiasm and happiness she was showing, I still waited
a little bit before trying to move in her; I kept both of us from
getting bored by exchanging a number of short, soft kisses with her.
When I figured she was ready, I carefully began to ease myself back
out of her, ready to stop the moment she indicated she was having ANY
problems at all. I'd gotten about half my cock out of her when I took
a brief glance to where we were joined and saw that it probably had
been the loss of her maidenhead she'd felt: there were a few flecks
and traces of blood on my cock. Small and sparse as they were, I could
only figure that the pain she'd experienced had been as mild and brief
as she'd said.
When enough of my penis had escaped her intimate clutches that the
entrance to her vagina was clenched around me just behind the head, I
paused for a moment before beginning to press myself into her again --
something that I was able to accomplish in a single (slow!) stroke.
When my pelvis met hers again, she arched herself up toward me and
moaned softly before saying "Oh, god, that felt so good!"
Hearing that was all I needed to begin slowly increasing the tempo of
my movements in her. It took less time than I'd have thought it would
for her to begin actively welcoming my thrusts by lifting her hips,
and arching herself up toward me. What surprised and fascinated me,
though, was that I could tell that she had not only regained the level
of arousal she'd had before we changed positions, but was steadily
moving toward a climax. It wasn't happening quickly, but certainly
faster and easier than I would have expected for so soon after she'd
been deflowered.
I'd just gotten into a steady rhythm of pistoning my hard cock in and
out of her wonderfully warm and tight sheath when I caught the signs
that she was getting close to an orgasm. The blowjob she'd given me
was still too recent for me to have to worry about cumming again, so I
just continued to slide myself in and out of her while looking forward
to see what kind of climax she'd have from her first experience with
coitus.
It turned out to be something that I think surprised the hell out of both of us.
Throwing her head back in a (thankfully!) silent scream, Nawar's body
practically convulsed from the first wave of release to pass through
her. Where she was tightly wrapped around my penis, I felt her vagina
clamp down on me for a moment before relaxing in a series of spasms
that felt all the world like fluttering around me. Before I could
fully appreciate the sensation, however, she was hit with another
cycle in her climax and clamped down on me again.
She went through several progressively milder courses like that before
opening her eyes and looking around dazedly. It took a few seconds for
her to get her senses back; I knew when she had because she turned her
head back to look at me with something akin to stunned awe at what
she'd just experienced.
I lowered myself to give her a couple of soft kisses, and she was able
-- barely, I think -- to return the second one. After licking her lips
and clearing her throat, she managed to softly tell me "I usually have
really good orgasms, and I kinda figured they'd be even better from
making love. I didn't expect anything like that, though!"
I couldn't help grinning as I answered "Kinda surprised me some, too."
Starting to get her wits about her again, she said "If I'd known that
making love could make me have a climax like that, I might have been
the one to offer to let you have my cherry in front of the class -- I
think it would have been worth it!"
That brought a full smile to my face before I replied "Well, it's a
little late for that NOW. I guess you'll just have to settle for us
making love some more."
She started to move under me, and quickly realized that not only was I
still inside her, but still hard. I could hear how confused she was
when she wanted to know "You're still hard, and you didn't climax? The
way I felt, I thought for sure it would have happened for you..."
I moved to kiss her again, and she eagerly returned it before I told
her "You already took care of that, remember? In the living room? Did
a damn fine job of it, too", teasing her a bit.
"Yeah, I remember -- I just didn't figure that it would help against
something like THAT. I mean, I could feel myself, you know, inside,
squeezing you and everything...", either not noticing or ignoring the
last part of what I'd said.
"Well, it did help, even though what you were doing felt pretty damn
good. So we can keep going, if that's what you want."
"Oh, I want, all right! Just let me get my breath back a little more
first, okay?"
Grinning, I answered "Okay... you breathe, and I'll find something to
keep myself amused until you're ready."
With a little contortion of my body, I was able to get my head moved
enough that I could get my mouth on her nipples -- and happily spent
the next couple of minutes getting both of them erect again. The minor
shifts in Nawar's body under mine were reflected in small and
intermittent clenchings around my erection... which was quite sufficient
to keep me hard.
When I was satisfied that I'd gotten both of her nipples as long and
hard as I could, it looked to me as though she had gotten her breath
back again. Once more, I started moving in her slowly, but quickly
discovered that she was more than ready for me to pick up where I'd
left off.
Being as much older than her as I was, and somewhat decrepit, I was
starting to feel the strain of holding myself over her as we made love
when I realized that she was again giving off the signals that she was
approaching another climax. My thoughts of perhaps asking if she was
interested in trying another position were quickly set aside in favor
of seeing her through another release. A couple of minutes more, and
there was no doubting that she was getting close again: between gasps,
she was making a number of unintelligible (but clearly impassioned)
noises as she slowly whipped her head from side to side.
Lowering my body again to try and conserve some of my energy, I
continued to thrust myself into her; to her pleasure and my relief, it
didn't take much longer for her to slip into another climax. Holding
myself still in her, I couldn't help but notice that her second orgasm
was somewhat milder than the one before -- though it no doubt felt
perfectly satisfactory to her.
When she'd gotten her senses back from it, she looked up at me again
in sheer delight; her expression quickly changed to one of concern,
however, when she saw that I was a bit sweaty. I could hear the regret
in her voice when she softly told me "I'm sorry if trying to make ME
happy is what's making you sweat like that."
I quickly tried to reassure her by explaining "No, dear, it's not you.
I had a couple too many beers at a party last night, and didn't just
didn't get as much sleep as I should have afterwards. Believe me, if
I'd known you'd be here today, I'd have gladly skipped the party
rather than have you worrying about me. If we can change positions a
little, is all, I'll be fine. Really."
She seemed a bit doubtful at first, but my confident tone seemed to
turn the trick. "We can do whatever you want -- you've already made me
happier than I thought I could be", she responded.
After giving her a kiss that she happily returned, I suggested that
she might like to find out what it was like if she was on top. With a
distinct gleam in her eyes, she didn't hesitate to agree. When I eased
my penis out of her, I heard her soft moan of disappointment when I
finally slid free. Once I was off of her, it didn't take long for us
to get re-situated: me sitting up with my back against the headboard
so the two of us could kiss (and so I could do a few other things, of
course), with her straddling my hips, facing me. She didn't have the
slightest reluctance to reach down and angle my erection up and get
herself positioned against it. I was able to see the pleased
expression she got as she lowered herself onto it in a single motion.
The two of us exchanged a number of affectionate kisses before she
started moving herself on me; once she got started, those osculations
quickly turned lusty. I was the one to bring and end to them, for a
couple of reasons. First, I wanted to leave her free to breathe so she
could keep moving herself up and down my manhood; second, I wanted to
get my hands and mouth on her lovely tits again.
As Nawar was arching her hips to slide herself off and on maybe half
my length, I guided her to begin leaning back -- until I was able to
lower my head and suck the peak of one of her breasts into my mouth.
The combination of feeling my hard cock moving in her while I was
softly biting and sucking on her areolas and nipples soon had her
groaning her pleasure and increasing arousal. MY pleasure was
increased when I slid my hands down to her ass, caressing and
squeezing her cute little buns and feeling them alternate between
"just" incredibly firm as she arched herself off my erection, and
amazingly tight and hard when she flexed them as part of settling
herself back onto me. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel
like to have my cock buried between her cheeks...
Once I'd gotten her areolas and nipples standing out again, I brought
my hands up from her ass to her back and guided her to sit up again --
where I could once again apply my oral attentions to her neck and
throat and shoulders... and even her ears, which drew hearty groans from
her. While my head was busy, my hands weren't resting on their
laurels; I was constantly caressing her back and sides (and
infrequently, breasts) as many different ways as I could, in varying
durations and with fluctuating pressures. My goal wasn't to add to her
arousal sexually, but sensually -- and it worked.
It didn't take but a few minutes of dedicated willing effort on my
part for me to see and feel the cues that let me know she was closing
in on another climax. To help her reach it, I gradually reduced my
actions down to the few things that I'd learned she PARTICULARLY
appreciated, and did them. A lot.
It didn't take long for the cumulative effects of my efforts to have
the desired impact on her, and only a little more time passed before
she was practically slamming herself down on me as she approached the
brink of her release.
Knowing what was likely going to happen with her, I was ready to
steady and support her when her cry of pleasure was cut off by the
start of her orgasm. While her body (and hot, tight vagina) went
through a series of powerful spasms, I had my arms loosely around her
to make sure she didn't fall over and hurt either of us. That proved
to have been a good idea when she nearly DID collapse shortly after
the last tremor had faded from her nubile frame.
Leaning back against the headboard again, I held a panting Nawar
against my chest as she got her breath and senses back again. I knew
she'd recovered when I heard her plaintively ask "What are you doing
to me?"
Innocently, I asked "What?"
"Don't 'what' me... I want to know what you're trying to do to me -- kill me?"
"Of course not. I love you. Besides, you're too much fun alive."
"Well, if you keep that kind of nonsense up, I'm not going to be in
any condition for you to have any fun with!", she declared.
Again, I responded with "What?"
She lifted her head enough to give me a look that would have stunned a
buffalo before resting her head on my chest again and answering "Doing
those things to me, is what! The biting my shoulder and sucking on my
ear and the rest of it. You weren't doing anything to make that one
any stronger, but it damn sure felt DEEPER, somehow."
"You didn't like it? It sounded like you liked it..."
"You know I liked it, darn you. I just don't want to go THROUGH
something like that again -- at least, not until I get used to this
making love business!"
"Okay, fine, I won't do any more like that this time." That got me
wary look from her before I went on "If you're up to it, we can keep
going, and I'll promise to behave myself."
"I want to keep going, alright. I just don't know if I can stay on top
of you like this."
I gave her a gentle hug and kiss on top of the head before answering
"If you get on your hands and knees and I'm behind you, it'll be
easier for both of us..."
Remembering how she'd seen me with Casandra, Nawar quickly responded
with "Yeah, I'd like that. It looked really sexy!"
After a couple of seconds, I gave her a soft pat on the butt, and that
was all the prompting she needed to slowly lift herself off my cock.
It took only a few moments for her to get herself positioned next to
me, and I quickly got to my knees and moved behind her. Her extended
and glistening labia neatly divided the dark mass of her pubic thatch,
which was neatly surrounded by the incredibly beautiful globes of her
ass and her smooth, trim thighs. The was no way in hell that I wasn't
going to take a little time to try and memorize the sight of her
before moving close enough to lever my erection down and wedge the
head of it between her vaginal lips.
With that accomplished, all I had to do was put my hands on her hips
and arch myself forward -- burying myself in her with one swift thrust.
She groaned her pleasure at being filled with my manhood again, and I
didn't delay in getting myself moving in her hot, wet sheath.
The change in position turned out to be more beneficial than I'd
expected, and for both of us. For Nawar, my hard cock was sliding in
and out of her at a different angle, stimulating her differently; in
addition, my balls were swinging forward and softly tapping her erect
clitoris with each thrust. For me, not only was I able to move in her
more easily, but I could move a bit faster, too -- something that
pleased both of us.
I'd been making love with her for several minutes, and was feeling a
stirring in my balls that told me I was either going to have to climax
or have one hell of a case of "blue balls" when I heard Nawar exclaim
"Oh, god! It's going to happen again!"
Knowing that she was approaching her own release, I was willing to try
and bring our lovemaking to a mutually satisfying conclusion. As
readily as she'd taken to having my adult erection in her, I didn't
figure it could do any real harm to find out if she was agreeable to
my becoming a little more "enthusiastic" about how I was thrusting
into her; if she didn't like it, she'd let me know.
As it turned out, I needn't have worried -- the first time I arched my
hips forward with a bit more enthusiasm than I had up to that point,
Nawar groaned in obvious pleasure and pressed herself back against me.
The next time was a little harder, and drew much the same result. By
the time I reached the limit of what I was willing to do, she was
groaning almost constantly and I could see that both of her hands were
clenched fists around some of the bedding, her knuckles white. On top
of that, she'd gotten noticeably wetter around me and I didn't have
any problem recognizing the signs that her orgasm was approaching even
faster. That was fine with me, since my increased activity was
bringing ME closer to release more quickly, as well.
To this day, I don't know if I should be glad or sad that my climax
started before hers. When I knew it was going to happen, I all but
slammed myself into her just ahead of the first spray of my cum tried
to force her off my hard cock; but even as that was happening, I
faintly realized that she was crying out with her own release. Before
I could try to coat her tonsils from the wrong end again, her hot and
already tight vagina clamped down on me even harder -- something that
made it all but impossible for me to continue emptying myself into
her. Instead, I had to suffer through the buildup of pressure until
that first wave of pleasure began to wane and she relaxed enough for
me to erupt in her again... which was quickly followed by the feeling of
her clenching around me, beginning a repeat of the process.
It was my age and male limitations that saved me from more of the
combination of pleasure and torture that she was subjecting me to, and
made it possible for me to recover enough to provide the assistance
she needed when her orgasm finally faded. Somehow, almost
miraculously, I managed to take note of the fact that Nawar's orgasm
was the strongest she'd had; knowing that, I was prepared when she
nearly collapsed after her climax ended. I quickly got my arms around
her, and helped get her down onto the bed. It also kept me close
enough to her that my slowly softening penis remained inside her; so
once she was safely down, I just stayed with her and used my knees and
elbows to support my own weight.
Both of us were panting (her much more than me) and content to simply
hold still for a little while. Once I got my breathing under control,
though, I started giving her small, soft kisses ever so often... usually
to her shoulders, but also her ears and the back of her neck.
She signaled her returning energy by softly saying "I knew that I'd
like making love, and I did -- but I didn't expect it to leave me
feeling like this."
"What's wrong?", I asked.
The one eye that I could see practically glared at me as she answered
"What's wrong is YOU, and what you did to me! I figured that if we
made love, the orgasm I'd have would only be a little better than when
you use your mouth on me; what happened was that I had THREE of them,
and they were way stronger -- especially this last one."
It hadn't worked thus far, but playing innocent was the only thing I
could think to try as I asked "You didn't feel good?"
She wasn't going for it that time, either, and sternly told me "It
made me feel TOO good... that's the problem, and why I'm laying her
feeling like a wet rag somebody dropped. If that's what happens when
you make love with someone, I may have to think about a future that
includes celibacy!"
Taking a different tack, I tried to reassure her with "That's only
because this was your first time. I think you'll get used to it easy
enough."
That met with only a little better reception, and she said "Assuming
it doesn't kill me before then, that might be true."
The last thing for me to try was to say "I don't know what you're
upset with me about, anyway. You said that you wanted me to last
longer when we made love the first time. Isn't that why you took care
of me in the living room earlier?"
Reluctantly, she admitted "I did say that, didn't I?"
I pretty much put an end to any "complaints" when I asked "Besides,
they were your orgasms; if you though they were going to be too much,
couldn't you have said or done something, or let me know somehow? I
told you I was going to do my best for you, and I did. If you got more
than you expected, how is that MY responsibility?"
She was silent for several seconds before telling me "I'm sorry for
being upset with you. Yeah, I knew the orgasms I had were going to be
better than usual, and let them happen. You did do your best for me,
and made me happier than I ever thought I could be, and I shouldn't be
blaming you for how I feel when I asked you if we could make love. If
I upset you, I apologize, and hope you can forgive me."
I gave her ear a brief kiss before answering "You don't have to
apologize to me for anything. I guess you were feeling a little
overwhelmed by it, and had to let off some steam. I can understand
that."
What little of her face I could see told me that she was feeling a
little ashamed after the fact. To let her know that she really hadn't
bothered me, I teasingly asked "Okay, now that we've got that
silliness out of the way, can we just snuggle now?"
That brought a smile to her face, and she happily told me "Yeah, we
can just snuggle now. In fact, I'd like to congratulate you on your
snuggling skills; you feel wonderful right now. You're close enough
that I can feel you touching me, but you're not too heavy; it's like
you're my own personal blanket, and it feels really good. And I can
tell that you're still inside me, even if you aren't as hard as you
were, and THAT makes me feel even better."
"You may change your mind about that last part", I cautioned her.
Sweetly, she asked "You mean because you're going to shrink enough to
fall out of me and your stuff is going to start leaking out of me? I
already know that's going to happen -- I saw it when you were with
Casandra, and it isn't going to bother me a bit, except for making a
mess on your bed. And if THAT happens, it'll be your fault for not
getting me something to soak it up."
Amused at the change in her attitude, I couldn't help grinning as I
answered "Yes, dear", just as I'd heard a lot of husbands say it. I
knew that Nawar understood what I was doing when she laughed in
response -- which, unfortunately, was all it took for the two of us to
uncork. I hurried to get up and get into the bathroom to get a towel
for her; when I got back, I saw that she'd lifted her hips off the bed
a little to try and hold off the problem until I got back. I got it
refolded the way she told me she wanted it, and handed it over. As
promised, she wasn't the slightest bit put off by my presence as she
got it tucked between her thighs, then situated along the crack of her
ass after she turned onto her back. Satisfied with her handiwork, she
looked up at me and said "Okay, now we can snuggle a little more
before we clean up. And so you don't have to ask, yes, I mean clean up
together."
Smiling, I got into be next to her and lay on my side. Propping my
head up with my hand, the two of us spent a few minutes talking while
I softly caressed the skin under the fingers of the hand I had resting
on her belly.
She let me know when she was ready to clean up, and the two of us held
hands from the bed until we got into the shower. She was a treat to
shower with, being both playful and bawdy. She'd let her hair grow
longer since the start of school, and willingly let me wash it for
her; it made for a sensuous mass in my hands, and I was disappointed
when she finally took it away from me. When both of us were clean
(well past that point, actually), we dried off and only got dressed --
to the extent of putting on the shorts we'd started the day with,
anyway.
We spent the rest of the afternoon semi-reclining on the couch,
listening to music. Not only did Nawar actually enjoy my preferred
classical music, but she didn't feel the need to talk or be active;
she seemed perfectly content to just lay on top of me with my arms
around her. Every so often, one of us would give the other a brief
kiss. When it got late enough, she happily agreed to my suggestion of
delivered pizza.
After we were done with supper, she preemptively called her parents,
letting them know that everything was fine, telling me afterwards that
having heard from her, they wouldn't call again until the next day.
With that issue dealt with, she found something in my movie collection
that she hadn't seen, and the two of us watched it from the couch.
When it was over, both of us were ready to get some sleep. She
followed my example of sleeping nude, and made for a comfortably warm
bundle as she spooned against my front. After I put an arm around her
and cupped her breast in my hand, she put one of her hands over mine
and sighed contentedly. I think both of us fell asleep quickly and
easily.
The next morning, I woke up on my back with Nawar laying on her side
with an arm and leg draped over me, and her head on my shoulder. I
welcomed the chance to just look at her for the couple of minutes that
passed before she woke up, too. Realizing where she was and who she
was with, she gave me a delighted smile and a hug. I got an arm around
her and slowly caressed her side as I asked "So, good morning,
Sunshine. What have you got planned for us today?"
Without hesitation, she answered "I was hoping we could make love
again -- not so much this time, though -- and just BE together for a
little while, like we were yesterday afternoon. I think I'd better go
home today, so I can get a few things done before my parents get home
tomorrow."
"You want to make love again today? You're not having any problems?"
"Not a one. Oh, I can feel it that you were in me and everything, but
it's not a problem. Just enough to remind me how good you made me
feel", she answered, giving me another hug.
"But I'm an old man, and we made love yesterday. What if I'm too
tired?", I asked, teasing her.
"Then I'd have to see if I couldn't find a way to make you untired!"
she answered, looking up at me mischievously.
Keeping my face solemn, I asked "How do you think you could do that?"
Grinning at me, she answered "I remember when you showed us what it's
like when a man has a climax, and what happened when you saw all of us
touching ourselves. So I'd probably do something like this..."
With that, she moved to sit up and get herself facing me. Still
grinning, but with a smokey look in her eyes, she calmly brought her
knees up and spread her legs, leaving me with a clear and close view
of the area between her thighs. As I watched, she calmly used one hand
to begin squeezing and caressing her own breasts, and softly pinching
her nipples. She hadn't been doing that very long when I noticed (!)
that her labia were beginning to get a little longer, and starting to
separate a bit.
She continued like that for several minutes, and as she did, her
vaginal lips also got a trifle thicker and her clitoris began to
appear out from under its hood. By the time she'd teased her nipples
to erectness, I could also see that the entrance to her vagina was
glistening with her oils.
The tension was almost palpable when she finally began to ease her
hand downward, stopping when her middle finger lay along the cleft of
her sex. Looking directly into my eyes, she smiled as she slowly
curled her finger, drawing it upward and wetting it with her juices
before softly stroking her erect clitoris. I continued to watch,
fascinated, as she straightened her finger again before slowly
circling the entrance to her vagina with the tip of it several times
and then slipping it inside herself.
As sexy and erotic as it was to watch her, the thing that really got
my libido fired up was the incredible intimacy of what she was doing.
Even after she eased her finger back out so she could transfer some
more of her juices to her clitoris and begin circling it with her
fingertip, I could feel my cock getting heavy and thick in response to
the show she was giving me. Seeing the reaction she was getting only
brought a smile to her face and prompted her to continue her actions.
Over the next several minutes, there was no mistaking how aroused she
was getting as she continued to slide a finger inside herself every so
often, between bouts of teasing her clit and licking her own juices
off of her fingers. In response, my penis continued to grow longer and
harder, to her visible delight.
I managed to resist the urge to grab my erect penis and begin giving
HER a show, as well as not give in to the desire to throw her down and
jump her bones. She was the one to finally bring the whole thing to an
end by telling me "It looks like you aren't so old and tired, after
all."
I looked down, and feigning surprise, looked back up at her and said
"I guess not. Looks like maybe we can make love again, after all...",
drawing a laugh from her.
After giving her fingers one last sensuous and erotic cleaning, she
asked "Are you ready to make me happy again?" before laying down at
enough of an angle that she could continue to look at me. It probably
took me all of half a second to decide that if I couldn't, it wouldn't
be because I didn't try, and sit up.
She opened her legs to make room for me once I was over her, then
wrapped her legs around me after I got the head of my erection wedged
against her wet opening. We looked into each others eyes the whole
time I was again filling her with my manhood, taking care to make sure
both of us stayed lubricated and that she was comfortable adjusting to
my presence. When my pelvis was pressed against hers, I told her "I do
love you, you know."
She smiled up at me as she answered "I know. And I love you, too."
That was all that was needed for the two of us to begin making love
with each other. With the rest from a good night's sleep, I didn't
have any trouble holding myself over her as I pleasured both of us
with the movement of my erect manhood in her tight, wet channel. I
don't really know how long we made love like that, exchanging kisses
and sounds of pleasure and passion; it ended only when the feeling of
her hot sheath clasping at my cock as she climaxed was enough to
trigger my own release.
Afterwards, we were still coupled and had shared a few brief kisses
when she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a fierce hug. After
she released me, she looked into my eyes and told me "Thank you for
making me a woman yesterday, and making me so happy again so early in
the day. That was wonderful."
"I was glad to do it", I assured her, "and not just for the physical
part of it. You really are a very special young woman, and if I've
been able to do something that makes you happy or your life better,
then I'm happy to have been able to help."
Smiling, she cupped my face with her hands as she told me "You really
are such a dear, sweet man on top of being an excellent teacher."
She lowered her hands again, and we stayed like that, content to
simply be with each other until my penis finally shrank enough to pull
free of her with a soft "pop". That was enough to make her blush
furiously and get her giggling, which got me laughing with her. Our
laughter ended only when she managed to tell me "We need to get up
now! I just felt some of your stuff leak out of me!"
I addressed the problem by getting out of bed, and then picking her up
much as I had the day before and carrying her into the bathroom. She
supervised getting the shower started and the temperature adjusted,
then joined me for a pleasant, fun, and refreshing start to our day.
Dried off, we didn't bother putting anything on by unspoken mutual
consent. Both of us were hungry, of course, and we teamed up in the
kitchen to make enough breakfast for both of us. I pulled stove duty
by pointing out that the only apron I had would protect all of MY
sensitive parts, but not hers, since it wasn't long enough. The sight
of me wearing it with nothing else eventually induced a fit of giggles
in her.
After breakfast, the two of us watched a little bit of TV before
laying down on the couch to listen to some more music.
When it got to be early afternoon, she declared her need to get home.
As she got dressed, I provided technical assistance by sliding my
hands across her butt several times to make sure her panties weren't
wrinkled, and then cupping her bra-clad breasts in my hands to ensure
that it was "settled" properly -- all to her feigned indignation. After
she was fully dressed, I went with her to my front door, where she
patiently tolerated my playing with her butt for a while after we
kissed good-bye.
The rest of the holiday passed quietly

When Nawar showed up for school one morning a few weeks later looking
unhappy, it took me only a moment to realize that she'd probably had
her "talk" with her parents the night before.
When I got the chance to do so unobtrusively, I gave her a look of
sympathy and understanding; she was able to give me a small, brief
smile of recognition, but nothing more.
After a few days, she seemed to get back to her old self, and I
thought that the problem with her family had been resolved. I found
out differently over a week later when I overheard a couple of the
other girls talking about how disappointed they were that she still
wasn't allowed to go anywhere or have friends over. That made it
nearly two full weeks since I figured she'd spoken up for herself, and
that seemed FAR too long for something like that to go on, to me.
Shortly before school ended, I got a couple of the other girls to join
me in the privacy room for several minutes apiece before asking Nawar
if she'd join me. She did, and the first thing I had to say to her was
"Nawar, I heard some of the others saying that you aren't allowed out,
and can't have visits with your friends. This thing with your family
has gone on way too long, and has to end. I told you that I can't put
myself into what's happening with you at home, but if there is ANY way
that you can get your parents to contact me, I can try to see if
there's anything I can do to put a stop to this nonsense."
With that, she started to cry quietly, and the sight of it nearly
broke my heart. After handing her some paper tissues, I took her into
my arms, holding her and softly caressing her back as she told me "You
know that I talked to my parents, and how long ago it was. I was
really scared inside, but I got my mom and dad to sit down with me at
our dining table. I was REAL polite about it, and I didn't say
anything like I thought it was anybody's fault or that they or my
grandparents had done anything wrong, or anything like that -- but I
still told them how I felt, and what it was doing to me, feeling like
I was stuck between Pakistani ways and American. Both of them listened
to me all the way through, but it didn't make any difference to them;
they just said that we're Paki, and that's how we'll live. I tried to
explain to them again, but they just wouldn't listen to me, and kept
saying that we had to keep living the way we were brought up. We kept
going back and forth like that for almost two HOURS, and I was always
quiet and polite and respectful, before my dad finally told me that
there wasn't anything left for us to talk about -- that I was
Pakistani, and I was going to live like one. That's when I told him
that I didn't feel like I was a Pakistani; that I was an American.
That's when he got really mad and told me that if I felt that way,
then I would just have to stay home and not have any of my American
friends over until I decided to be Pakistani again."
After taking a shuddering breath, she continued "I remembered what you
said about arguing with people, and I didn't do or say anything to
argue with him. Every time he or my mom or my grandparents talk to me,
I'm careful to be polite and respectful, but I just don't say anything
when they tell me stuff. I'm still doing all my chores without being
told, just like I always have, and all the other things I'm supposed
to. It's mostly my grandparents insisting that I change, and sometimes
I can see that my mom and dad aren't happy about all this, but there's
nothing happening to get them to change their minds. My sister and
brothers are doing what they can, and even saying stuff to my parents
sometimes, but it's still all so hard. I knew it wasn't going to be
easy, but I did expect anything like THIS. Now it's even more
important to me that I get to be American -- this is CRAZY!"
Seeing what kind of shape she was in, and hearing about what she was
having to go through... it was almost more than I could stand. As I
continued to hold her and try to comfort her, I thought furiously
about what I might be able to do to help her. Eventually, her tears
stopped and she began to get control of herself again. Her face was
still a little red from crying, but she'd pulled herself together when
I told her "I'm sorry this is so hard on you, and that it's taking so
long. If you can hold on a little bit longer, and keep why you're
going through all this in mind, I don't think it'll be too much longer
before it's over. If things start to get to be too much for you,
there's something I want you to remember."
"What's that?"
"Remember what happened after you told me that this was something you
had to do. Remember that we made love, and that you stayed with me
that night, and how nice it was with just the two of us. THAT'S why
you decided that you had to tell your family that you need to be
American."
With the explicit reminder of the time we'd spent together, Nawar
brightened considerably. I could see that even though she knew she was
still going to have a rough time at home, I'd given her something to
hold on to that would help get her through it. She smiled at me with
the memory of it, and said "I will, Mister Thompson -- and it'll help a
LOT."
I sat with her a few more minutes until she thought she was
presentable again, and then shared a kiss with her before the two of
us rejoined the others.
As the next couple of days passed, I could see that I'd helped her
find her "second wind"... but that her situation at home was still
taking a great toll on her.
It was at that point I decided that if her parents weren't going to
call me, then I'd get in touch with THEM. With that settled, it was
surprisingly easy to find the reason I needed to make it happen.
When I got home that evening, I waited until I was sure both of her
parents were home; I planned to talk to her father, but wanted to try
and ensure that when our conversation ended, her mother would get
involved, too.
I dialed the number, and after it was answered, was quickly handed off
to her father after I identified myself.
I started the conversation, reasonably enough, by saying "Mister Khan?
I'm calling about Nawar. The last few weeks, I've noticed that there
seems to be something going on with her, and I'm concerned. Whatever
it is that's bothering her hasn't affected her in school yet, and I'm
hoping that I can find out what the problem is so I can see if there's
anything I can do to help her before it does."
"You've talked to her about it?", he practically demanded.
"Only in passing, sir. I asked her if something was bothering her one
day, and she just said that it was something at home."
"It's nothing for you to concern yourself with."
"Excuse me, sir, that may be strictly true now, but I don't know for
how much longer. As I said, I'd like to see whatever it is taken care
of before it is something I have to concern myself with."
"It is a family matter. You would not understand."
"I beg your pardon, but we can't be sure of that until I know what the
problem is."
"There is nothing you can do to help with it, anyway", he declared.
"Again, sir, you can't know that for certain. Because I'm not in your
family, it may be that I can see a solution."
He was silent for several seconds before telling me "You know that we
are from Pakistan, yes? Nawar has said that she feels like she is more
American than Pakistani, and wishes to live by American ways."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm confused. The first thing I had the girls in
my class do was to tell me about themselves, and if I remember
correctly, she said that she and her brothers and sister were born
here in America; that it was you and your parents that came here from
Pakistan."
"Yes, yes, that is correct. But we are still Pakistani!"
"Are you, sir?"
"What do you mean?", he asked, sounding offended.
"What I mean is, if you have lived here all your life, how can you be
Pakistani? I understand that you're of Pakistani descent, but isn't
your citizenship American?"
"Yes, I'm an American citizen! But my family has returned to Pakistan
many times!"
"Of course, sir. But going back to Pakistan isn't the same as living
there, is it? I mean, were you really comfortable there, or did you
have to stop and think about things sometimes?"
He was silent again for a little while before reluctantly answering
"It is different than I am used to."
"Sir, I imagine that you've been to Pakistan many times, haven't you?"
"Of course I have. I went many times as a child, and several times
after I was married."
"Yes, sir. And how many times has Nawar been there?"
Grudgingly, he told me "Only two times. Once shortly after she was
born, another when she was still a child."
"So it has been what, ten years since she was there? Sir, if you think
it is different than what you're used to after going there so many
times, can you understand that it might be even more different for
her?"
It took a couple of seconds before he told me "The problem we are
having, it is not about going to Pakistan. It is about BEING
Pakistani."
"I understand that part, sir. But isn't it much the same? Don't you
think that to Nawar, there isn't much difference between actually
going to Pakistan and living with the customs and traditions there,
and doing the same thing HERE? I don't mean to offend you, sir, or
insult you, but I think that the differences between Pakistani ways in
Pakistan, and what you were used to, is because you actually grew up
in this country. Nawar has grown up here, too, but with even less
experience with Pakistan that you had. I know you may not like to hear
this, but it may be that she actually IS more American than Pakistani
because of that."
There was silence on the line for some time, and I finally broke it to
ask him "Mister Khan, what I know of Nawar is that she is a very
intelligent young woman. Have you noticed that?"
"Yes, her mother and I are both very proud of how smart she is. We
think maybe even smarter than we were at her age."
"Again, sir, I don't mean to cause offense, but if you think she's
that smart, have you considered actually listening to what she says,
and thinking about it? I'm not suggesting that you put her in charge
of the family or household; only that it might be worth your time to
pay attention to what she says and thinks. From what I have seen of
her in school, a smart person would pay attention to her ideas, and
respect her opinions. I am her teacher, and I do those things."
The silence went on even longer that time before I heard him say "I
know you are a good teacher, and perhaps there is something I can
learn from you."
"Thank you, sir. If I have caused offense, I apologize -- that was not
my intention."
"I am not offended. You have been polite and respectful, even if the
things you said were not easy for me. But they were things that I
think maybe I needed to hear, and I will think about these things."
"Thank you again. I'm glad that you were willing to talk to me."
I heard him say "You are welcome. I must go now", and the line go dead.
Well, I figured I'd at least gotten him to think about what I'd said
(he certainly sounded like a man that would keep his word), and maybe
even actually listen to Nawar, instead of just hearing what she said.
All I could do was hope that I'd gotten things unstuck so that some
solution could be found.
After that, it was a couple of days before I saw any kind of change in
Nawar; even then, it was just a barely noticeable decrease in the
tension she was under. The second day after that, however, she came to
school looking as happy as I'd ever seen her.
She was several minutes ahead of the earliest I'd ever seen any of
them, and when she came in she headed straight for where I was seated
on the front of my desk. I barely had time to ask her "What has you so
bright and chipper this morning?" before she had her arms wrapped
around me and hugging me fiercely enough that I was actually concerned
for my ribs. When she finally relaxed her hold, she told me "Thank
you, Mister Thompson! Thank you so much! Last night, my mom and dad
got me and my brothers and sisters to sit at the dining table with
them, and they told us that we weren't going to have to do everything
our grandparents tell us about following Paki customs and traditions
any more. There's still some stuff we have to do, but almost all of it
is regular parent-kid things that everybody I know has to do. I'm not
grounded any more, and it's okay if my friends come to visit again."
I have her a brief and chaste (the door to the classroom was open,
after all) hug back and told her "Congratulations! It sounds like your
parents decided to think about what you said, after all."
She pulled away a little bit to look up at me with a mixture of
exasperation and something close to worship and said "Yeah -- but only
after YOU called and talked to my dad! My brother knew your name when
he answered the phone the other night, but he didn't say anything to
me about you calling because he didn't want me to worry on top of
everything else I was going through. That's why I was pretty surprised
when my mom and dad wanted me to tell them again. It wasn't until
after they told us that they would be the ones to set the rules that
my brother told me you called; that's when I knew that it was whatever
YOU said that changed things. And now everything is going to better,
all because of you!"
I gently patted her butt (after making sure no one was looking) and
told her "No, not all because of me. Okay, I helped get things moving
again; but it's because YOU were ready to stand up for something you
believed in that it's going to be better. When I talked to your dad, I
think he was already starting to understand at least a little bit of
what you said -- I think that's why he was willing to even listen to me
in the first place. All I did, really, was get him thinking about it
more, and sooner."
"Even so", she said, "it's because you DID talk to him that it's all
over now, instead of taking so much longer." After releasing her hold
on me and checking that no one else was around, she gave me a quick
kiss on the lips before adding "Now I love you even more than I did
before. After mom and dad talked to all of us, they had me stay
behind. Daddy and Mom told me that they love me, and they were sorry
for giving me such a hard time; and Daddy told me that you had called
because you were worried about me in school. I know you called because
you were just worried about ME, and school was just your excuse." As
she looked at me, there was no mistaking the love she felt for me.
A few moments later, Mallory came in and took her seat. After giving
me a smile of delight and gratitude, Nawar followed her example.

That was all several years ago.
The last year that I had all nine of them, Evette, Sharla, Mallory,
and Kathrine all asked me to deflower them at different points. Only
after I was sure that they were mature enough and ready for it did I
agree, and all of them gave every indication of being satisfied (if
not ecstatic) with the results. Tenisha was the only one that didn't
even hint at it, for whatever reasons she had, and I respected her
choice by never bringing the matter up.
I suspect that the ones I was involved with at least knew about each
other, if they didn't actively cooperate with each other: there were
never any "scheduling" conflicts, and if more than one of them wanted
some time with me, they made that clear up front. I sometimes saw them
with guys their own age around town in the evenings and on weekends,
and was glad to see it -- and told them so, to their relief.
As her parents had promised, Nawar's home life steadily improved; her
parents ultimately stood up to her grandparents and made it clear that
THEY, the parents, decided how to raise the kids. One consequence of
that that I particularly appreciated was the change in Nawar's
incredibly sexy tan lines, from the very modest outlines that I'd
first seen to something appreciably less conservative.
I never got another chance to spend an entire night with any of them,
but we did manage several rather extended periods, such as all day and
well into the evening "study sessions". That particular one involved
Nawar, Celia, and Darci, and saw Nawar learning the pleasures of
sapphic love. It was most definitely an experience, but not one that
I'd want to repeat too often -- say, six or seven years apart.
At the end of the second year I was with the school, they felt obliged
to change the class structure for administrative reasons. They
remained with single-gender classes, but limited them to a two-year
age range so that an entire classroom could be graduated at a time.
That left me with Sharla, Evette, Mallory, and Kathrine from my
original class, plus two newcomers from another: Consuela de la Paz
and Erica Horowitz, both of them more than passably attractive. To my
pleasure (for a number of reasons), it took them precious little time
to fit in and become as open and inquiring as the others. For their
benefit, the original four requested (and got) reenactments of the
male climax and oral sex ed classes. After those, Consuela and Erica
both eagerly became members of my part-time "harem", and eventually
chose me as the one they wanted to have their first sexual experience
with.
Several more classes followed, and I continued to treat each girl and
each class with respect and courtesy. I also made sure my ass was
covered for the sex ed classes, and taught them as the girls indicated
they wanted -- something that usually resulted in close repeats of what
I'd first gone through, and with similar aftereffects.
I still don't have a steady girlfriend -- and don't particularly need one, now.

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