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Sex Ed
by Muy Hombre (muyhombre53@hotmail.com)

***

In an enlightened world, young men and women will be 
given a complete sexual education, including how to 
enjoy sex and make it the best experience they can. 
This is the story of the teachers hired to perform that 
function for one community, a free thinking village 
called Valleydale. (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, ws)

***

Chapter 1

I stood in my living room and watched her get out of 
the minivan that stopped in front of my house. She was 
young and clean, a brunette with long hair, a tight 
tummy that she loved to show off with her low rider 
jeans and short top, and breasts that were not 
impressive in size but looked as though they were firm 
and lovely. 

She leaned in to speak to the driver, probably her 
mother, and then picked up her overnight case and 
headed up the walk to my front door. She walked with a 
lively step, eager and excited. This was going to be 
fun, I thought, as I went to the door to greet my 
newest student. This one really wants to learn about 
sex.

Who am I? I am the sex education instructor for 
Valleydale, a gated community that is as much a town as 
anything else. Unlike most gated communities Valleydale 
allows anyone in who is willing to meet the criteria 
for residing there. Those criteria do NOT include 
income. As a result you have doctors and lawyers living 
beside carpenters and bricklayers. 

There are sculpted lawns and those that only get mowed 
once a week. You can generally tell income by looking 
at the house but there is no snob act, no looking down 
the nose at anyone and no resentment for those better 
off. We are literally an urban utopia.

I stumbled into the job by answering a personals ad. I 
don't normally do such things. I like to read them, of 
course, and fantasize abut what the women really look 
like but I don't answer them as a rule. This one was 
different. "Clean respectable male needed for sex 
education." There was no "SWF seeks…" or any of the 
usual run of the mill ad words. I had to check it out.

It turned out they really were looking for a sex 
education teacher. To make a long story short I had to 
fill out forms, get a detailed medical and 
psychological exam and agree that the hiring board 
could see the results, sign nondisclosure statements, 
and numerous other legalities before I could even get 
an interview. Several times I almost backed out but I 
kept on plugging away. I was intensely curious about 
what lay on the other side of this unpleasant process.

Finally I had an interview and it was the strangest 
interview I had ever faced. There were the usual 
questions about my employment record and my hobbies, 
where I was from and what I expected out of life. But 
they also asked some of the most personal questions 
about my sex life and sexual practices. 

Yes, I had tried bondage, no, I didn't get off on it 
but I didn't mind mild bondage, yes, I believed my 
partner had the right to stop at any time, no I am 
straight and would not enjoy a gay relationship, yes, I 
did not have anything against gay men or women and 
counted several of both among my circle of friends… 

The interview went on for several hours. I took it all 
very patiently. When they finished they asked me to 
wait in a side room while they deliberated. The room 
was very comfortable and contained brochures about 
Valleydale. I leafed through them, fantasizing about 
making enough money to live in such a place. 

It certainly looked nice. They had their own library, 
golf course, pool, even a grocery store. There was 
nothing in the brochure about who to contact for 
information but that didn't bother me. On my salary I 
could never afford to live there.

After an hour of waiting a young woman came in to join 
me. She looked to be in her early twenties and 
certainly was a knock out. She was blonde and wore a 
short skirt and a top that exposed her midriff. She 
kicked off her sandals and perched next to me on the 
sofa drawing her legs up under her. I studiously 
avoided looking at her hem line as it rode up on her 
thighs. She had legs that drew the eyes like magnets, 
long and tan, no tights, just clean, clear, smooth 
looking skin.

"Hi, I'm Suzanne. They're going to talk in there for a 
long time, yet. I got bored with waiting for my mom and 
snuck in here to… see who they are talking about."

"Well, here I am," I said, "bowing to her with as comic 
an air as I could take on. "Such as I am."

She laughed. "I think you're cute. I hope they select 
you." She frowned, "They've been interviewing a lot of 
people for the job and I don't think they believe 
they'll find the right one.

It was my turn to laugh. "I'm not even sure what the 
job is. They are good at not answering questions. I 
think I am just curious to know what they are hiring."

"I'm not allowed to tell," she leaned forward to 
whisper, "But they haven't talked this much about 
anyone yet so things look pretty good for you."

As she leaned in to whisper to me her top gaped open 
and I looked down in spite of myself. Her breasts were 
nearly exposed to me. She wasn't wearing a bra and I 
could see almost all the way to one of the nipples. I 
wondered what it looked like. Belatedly I realized she 
had finished speaking and had stayed in place, letting 
me get a good long look. I glanced up at her and saw 
that she was smiling. "You like what you see?"

I swallowed hard and nodded, afraid to speak. I didn't 
want to screw up the chances of getting this job by 
taking advantage of a young woman, probably a teenager 
since she spoke of her mom being on the interview team.

"Well, how about this?" And she raised the hem of her 
skirt to show me some very pretty pink silk panties.

I nodded, still without speaking.

"You can touch them you know."

"I looked her in the eye and said, "Suzanne, I'd like 
that very much but you have to realize that I'd really 
like to get this job, whatever it is, and touching you 
might really mess up my chances for employment."

"No, it's OK really. They'll never know. Here…" she 
jumped up and ran to the door. She locked it and turned 
back to him. "Now they can't disturb us." She 
pirouetted and her skirt spun out showing her long legs 
and just a flash of those pink panties. Then she 
reached up under her skirt and drew them off. She 
tossed them to him. "Those are for you."

I caught them, felt the moisture on them, and smelled 
the soft scent of woman on them. I looked back at her 
in astonishment. She twirled once more, she obviously 
had training as a dancer, then stripped off her top in 
one easy motion. Her breasts were indeed beautiful and 
I saw that her nipples were a lovely pink. She kicked 
off the skirt then and stood nude before me. She was an 
amazing sight. Her breasts perched up high and her 
pussy was trimmed to just a line of hair pointing to 
the beginning of her pussy lips. My cock was straining 
for release. I could see she was a natural blonde.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

She skipped over to me, breasts bouncing slightly with 
the motion. She took my hands and pulled me to my feet, 
nodding. Both of us went to work on my clothing, 
stripping it off in record time. She knelt to pull off 
my trousers and shoes and socks. My cock bounced in 
front of her face and she watched it move before 
reaching for it. Her touch was warm and soft. She moved 
her hand up and down its length and then rose up and 
leaned in to kiss it, oh so gently. She pulled the 
foreskin back and her tongue flicked around the exposed 
cock head. 

My knees went weak but I remained standing. Slowly she 
took me into her mouth. I felt her tongue caressing the 
underside of my cock as she sucked gently, pulling me 
deeper into her mouth. Then she slowly released me, 
pulling her head back until just the end of my cock was 
in her mouth. Again she pushed so my cock entered her 
mouth sliding deeper and deeper until she had all seven 
inches inside. She pushed harder and I felt the back of 
her throat as she made small movements. All the while 
her tongue worked under my cock.

It felt so good I never wanted it to stop. Where had 
she learned to suck cock like this I wondered? Whoever 
had taught her had been an expert and she had learned 
well.

She was moving faster now and I could feel myself 
giving in to her urgent mouth. I wasn't going to last 
long. I put my hand on her head, slowing her down. She 
looked up, my cock still in her mouth. 

"If you keep that up you are going to get a mouthful." 
I gasped at her.

She released my cock and smiled such a pretty smile. 
"Promise?"

She sucked my cock back into her mouth and continued 
bobbing her head sucking and making me fuck her mouth. 
I felt my balls tighten and then I was coming, spurting 
my come into her mouth and down her throat. She 
swallowed as fast as she could, never stopping her 
movements. My back arched as I groaned my pleasure. It 
was so good. I stopped spurting and she continued to 
suck and lick, cleaning me up.

I sank down on to the sofa then. "Let me rest a 
minute," I begged. She curled up next to me, one hand 
on my softening cock. I kissed her, tasting my sperm in 
her mouth. "That was wonderful."

"I enjoyed it," she said, "though I was surprised at 
how much you had to give me."

"It's been a while."

"Ah, well, we shouldn't let that happen again should 
we?"

"I hope not."

I kissed her again and then kissed her cheek and then 
her neck. I heard her moan then so I gave her neck some 
more attention. My fingers caressed the breast I could 
reach. My tongue worked its way down to help the 
fingers and she leaned back to give me better access to 
her breasts. She was very sensitive and was breathing 
hard when my fingers made their way from her breast 
down across that taut tummy to the little strip of hair 
above her pussy lips. The hair was so soft and fine 
that I almost didn't want to leave there to feel my way 
farther down. 

I slipped a finger across her clit and she shuddered 
with pleasure. My tongue began to trace its way down to 
help out the fingers that were drifting up and down the 
pussy lips, slowly circling up over the clit and then 
down along the length of her slit. My tongue's arrival 
sent her into the first of her shuddering orgasms. 

As I licked her pussy continuing the circles my fingers 
had been making, I moved the finger to her anus, 
lightly brushing the wrinkled opening. Her body seemed 
to be under some electrical influence, stiffening and 
shuddering in pleasure, cries of joy and whimpers 
escaped from her as I teased her into another climax. I 
slipped first one, then two fingers into her pussy, 
slowly fucking her as I licked. Her body continued to 
jerk and tense as she came yet again.

All the while my cock was reviving. The look of her, 
the feel of her, the sound of her pleasure and the way 
her pussy seemed to grab my fingers was hardening me by 
the second. After her fourth or maybe fifth orgasm, I 
came back up her body and positioned myself at her 
pussy. Her eyes were glazed and her hair was tousled. 
She hugged me, kissing my lips, licking her juices from 
my mouth. I pushed forward and slipped just inside her 
pussy. Immediately she gasped, "No, don't!"

I pulled back at once. I have never been one to lose 
control of myself and if she didn't want to fuck then I 
was willing to go along with that. She huddled to 
herself, looking at me with worry in her eyes. I 
relaxed on my end of the sofa and began to stroke her 
leg gently.

"It's OK," I said softly. "I didn't do anything."

"Yeah," she mumbled, "I'm sorry; I should have told you 
we couldn't do that."

"It's OK," I repeated, "I can back off when I need to. 
I am an adult."

"You aren't mad?"

"Not at all. You gave me one hell of a blow job. I 
can't ask for more than that. I'm sure that you will be 
a hell of a lover once you decide to lose your 
virginity."

She picked up her skirt and put it on. She reached for 
her top. I began to get dressed. I handed her the 
panties. She thought for a moment and then slipped into 
them. She put on her sandals and headed for the door.

"Suzanne? Are you all right?"

She flashed me one of those dazzling smiles and said, 
"More than all right, I'm finer than fine. Thank you 
Tom."

As she closed the door behind her I wondered when I had 
told her my name. I dressed quickly and cleaned up as 
best I could in the bathroom. When I got back to the 
waiting room I saw one of the interviewers waiting for 
me.

"Would you follow me?"

We headed back into the interview room. The whole team 
was there, three men and three women. I settled in the 
chair that was offered to me and waited. The chairwoman 
spoke up.

"We have deliberated long and hard and now will hear a 
report from Mrs. Blanchard."

They turned to the door and Suzanne walked in. She 
settled on the empty chair and smiled at me. My heart 
turned over. What was going on?

"I managed to seduce Mr. Hubbard though it was 
difficult. I put on my best "little girl" routine and 
he managed to maintain his composure until I stripped. 
We had great oral sex, he is a wonderful pussy licker, 
and when he tried to fuck me I stopped him pretending 
to be a virgin. He immediately stopped and then did his 
best to reassure me that I was, and would be, a great 
lover." She winked at me, "I already am, you know." She 
turned to the rest of the team. "In my opinion it would 
be a mistake not to hire him."

I was shocked at her disclosure, so shocked that I 
didn't register her last words. The team grinned at me 
and at each other. The chairwoman smiled and said, "I 
think we've found our teacher." She rose from her place 
and came around the table. Instead of shaking my hand 
she hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Welcome to 
Valleydale."

The others followed her, men and women, all trim and 
tanned and smiling and introduced themselves one at a 
time. Up till then I'd had no names to work with. 
Suzanne came last. As she hugged me she whispered, 
"I'll make it up to you." 

I was stunned at everything that had happened. Suzanne 
had confessed to pretending to be a teenager and 
seducing me. She had confessed that I had been too weak 
to resist her. And yet I had the job, whatever that 
was.

"Can I ask some questions now?" I wondered out loud.

"Of course, Tom, fire away." This was from a Fred, one 
of the most persistent of my questioners.

"What is this job? What does it entail?"

"I thought you understood we were looking for a sex 
education instructor."

"Well, yes, I understood that, but why all the forms 
and interview questions, and tests, and why, in the 
name of heaven, would you hire me after I had sex with 
a woman I thought was a teenager?"

"Because we want you to teach our kids about sex. ALL 
about sex." He looked at me significantly. "Do you 
understand what that means?"

I swallowed hard, "I think so. I hope you and I are on 
the same wavelength or this will be the shortest job 
I've ever held."

"I think we are, as you say, on the same wavelength."

"So, will I have a classroom or something?"

"Something like that." He smiled. "Why don't you come 
out to Valleydale tomorrow and see what the place is 
like."


Chapter 2


I drove out to Valleydale in the morning sun. It was a 
beautiful drive. When the original planners had decided 
on a place to live they'd certainly picked a great 
place to settle. I seemed to drive forever along a 
hedge on one side of the road before I came to a gate 
with a small sign that just said "Valleydale Main 
Entrance". 

The gate guard introduced himself as Brad and checked 
my name off his clipboard only after he'd seen a photo 
ID. Then he inspected my car before he gave me 
directions to the office and community center. He waved 
me on my way with a smile. I couldn't remember ever 
seeing a security guard smile before.

Suzanne met me at the parking lot. Today she was 
wearing a more conservative outfit, almost a business 
suit of jacket, blouse and skirt. Before I could get 
out she got in. "Hi," she said and she kissed me. "I'm 
supposed to give you the grand tour."

I kissed her back. "So, Mrs. Blanchard, how old are you 
really?"

"Now, Tom, you know you shouldn't ask a lady her age." 
She laughed. "I'm twenty nine."

"Wow, you sure don't look twenty nine."

"Thank you sir," she nodded giving me that wonderful 
smile again.

She gave me directions back to the gatehouse where I 
was more formally introduced to Brad. He gave me an ID 
card with my picture and a very complicated looking 
little circuit and a magnetic strip. Then we drove the 
streets looking at houses and trees, clean streets, 
playgrounds, churches, swimming pools, sidewalks and 
other facets of the good life. 

There was a store with a loading dock outside the wall 
so the delivery trucks would not have to enter the 
community. There was a park with a pond where she 
directed me to stop. We got out and walked by the pond. 
The day was warm and the sky blue. There was a gurgle 
from a fountain nearby. Occasionally runners jogged by 
and waved to Suzanne. Sometimes they stared at me.

"What we have here is a perfect community. Our every 
need is covered. We all know each other and like each 
other. Our children grow up safe and secure. Our 
elderly are also safe and secure and cared for." She 
took my hand. "Our community is based on some very 
sound principles. Self respect and mutual respect. 
Consideration. All the things you get in a small town 
in Middle America without the backbiting and petty 
politics that roils up the real small towns... There is 
a real reason for this." She paused and looked deep 
into my eyes. "We believe in free love."

I watched her and wondered at the light in her eyes. I 
said nothing, letting her take the conversation where 
she wanted it to go.

"The upshot of this is that our children KNOW about sex 
long before other children in the outside world. We 
have an agreement with them. They have to wait until 
they are 16 before they can join in the sex games that 
go on here. We tried teaching them ourselves but it 
wasn't working out. 

We needed someone from outside, someone who could touch 
them and not be from one of the families they've known 
all their lives. Someone they can relax around. You 
see, all that stuff I said about our perfect little 
community is true but it doesn't quite hold up in 
reality. These kids have secrets they do not want to 
share with their families and the friends of their 
families." She paused. "Besides, can you imagine having 
your father's best friend trying to make love to you?

"So..." I let the word hang in the air.

"So, we decided to hire a pair of sex instructors, a 
man to teach our daughters and a woman to teach our 
sons. When the kids turn eighteen they will be given 
personalized instruction in all aspects of sex, from 
prevention of disease and pregnancy to how to enjoy sex 
and what positions are available, how to tell if you 
are giving pleasure and how to ask for your partner to 
make you feel good. It will be in an atmosphere free of 
judgment. 

The teachers must sign an agreement never to disclose 
anything they hear from the kids. They must be 
confidants and lovers to their students. And they must 
never ever fall in love with the students. The kids 
must be able to walk out of the door at the end of the 
classes free to explore the world without any emotional 
baggage." She looked at me then, concern furrowing her 
brow. "I expect that last part will be the most 
difficult."

"I expect so." I replied.

"So do you want to see the classroom?" she laughed, 
changing the subject so abruptly I lost my balance. 
"You must be wondering where you will be "teaching"."

"Sure!"

She took my hand and ran with me back to the car. We 
drove up through the streets to a pair of houses set at 
one end of a cul-de-sac. They were not large but they 
were very pretty, two units connected together. I 
pulled into the driveway of the right hand house as 
directed and stopped in front of the garage door. She 
got out and I followed.

She led me into a very nicely appointed living room 
with a kitchen and dining room behind it. A hallway led 
off to a huge master bedroom, with an attached 
bathroom. The bathroom had a large Roman style bathtub. 
Up the stairs were two more bedrooms and another 
bathroom. This bathroom was less ostentatious but was 
roomy none the less.

The house was fully furnished. There was a king sized 
bed in the master bedroom and queen beds in the 
upstairs bedrooms. Someone with taste had decorated the 
place for it had a masculine feel that made me 
comfortable but also carried enough of a feminine touch 
that women would not feel out of place in it. 

There was a washer and dryer in the utility room and a 
modest swimming pool in the back yard. A Jacuzzi sat in 
a gazebo. I looked around the yard and realized that it 
was completely private. I could see no other house 
windows and the fence was high enough that nobody could 
casually look into the back yard.

We headed into the house. Suzanne looked expectantly at 
me.

"It's wonderful." I said, "It will be a great place to 
spend my days."

She looked confused. "Days? What do you mean? Don't you 
like it?"

"I love it. Why do you ask?"

"Don't you want to live here?"

"Live here? In this house?" I was shocked. I couldn't 
imagine moving out of my cramped little apartment to 
move into this spacious place. "I'm sorry, but I can't 
afford this."

"Oh," Suzanne dissolved into peals of laughter. "You 
don't understand. Part of the employment contract is 
that you get your room and board paid for. This is your 
home for as long as you work for Valleydale."

I wandered through the rooms again, Suzanne following 
me as I looked at them with newly opened eyes. In the 
master bedroom she sat on the bed while I looked out 
the window at the street. I turned back to her. "I 
really can live here?"

"Uh huh," she nodded. "And you can sleep right here. I 
expect a lot of virgins will give up their maidenheads 
on this bed." She ran a hand over the comforter and 
looked up and smiled. "And I want to be first."

She stood up then and walked over to me removing her 
jacket. "Come on, I owe you something."

"What?"

"I left you hanging yesterday. I had to. It was part of 
the test. But today, no tests."

She ran a hand over my chest and kissed me. "It's just 
you and me now."

I took her in my arms. She was warm and soft. I felt 
her press against me. My hands, of their own accord, 
pulled her close, running down her back to her full 
ass. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest. I 
picked her up and laid her on the bed. We were still 
kissing as I unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was sheer 
and filmy and did little to hide her perfect breasts. I 
unhooked it and there they were, their pink nipples 
begging to be kissed. 

Her hands were on my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt and 
pulling at my belt. I felt my zipper go down and then 
her hand was in my pants, searching for my cock. A 
thrill went through me as her fingers closed around it 
and she drew it out into the daylight. She pushed me 
over on to my back and sat up. 

"Today is my turn." She said as she stood up. She 
slipped off the skirt and slip and stood in skimpy 
white panties and stockings. I reached for the panties 
but she playfully swatted at my hand. "I'm running this 
show, mister."

She pulled my pants down and off as I pulled off my 
shirt. Then she climbed up on to the bed and knelt 
there studying my cock. Her hands were on my thighs and 
she leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock. I felt 
her tongue playing lightly with my foreskin and pushing 
into it to find the pee hole. She grasped my cock then 
and pulled the foreskin down and away and her head came 
down and my cock slid into her wonderful mouth. It was 
heavenly. 

She began that sucking motion with her tongue working 
the underside of my cock, slowly sliding me in and out 
of her mouth. Occasionally she would lick up and down 
the outside of my cock and at one point she sucked my 
balls into her mouth and gently rolled them around. I 
felt myself floating in a haze of pleasure. She never 
picked up the tempo. She just kept my head reeling as 
she worked her mouth on my cock.

Then she moved up on to me, and kissed me. I felt her 
position herself and then felt my cock slide into her 
pussy. She sighed then. She was tight and hot on my 
cock. I looked up at her with her hair hanging around 
her face. Her eyes were half closed as she ground down 
on to me. 

A shudder went through her. I could feel her sliding up 
and down on me but I was determined not to give her 
anything too soon. I wanted to enjoy this. She was 
moving faster now her breath seeming to set the tempo 
for her motions. Once more she thundered into one of 
her massive orgasms. She groaned her pleasure.

I had had enough. I sat up and wrapped my arms around 
her. Lifting her I rotated and threw her down on the 
bed. Her eyes opened wide as I lay down on her and slid 
my cock deep into her cunt. I hammered it into her, 
driving her up on the bed and making her scream with 
ecstasy. Suddenly I knew it was time. My own pleasure, 
already high, overwhelmed me and I shouted as my come 
poured into her, filling her, drenching her. I 
collapsed on the bed next to her.

"Oh, yes," she purred, "you are going to be very 
popular with the ladies here at Valleydale."


Chapter 3


And so I settled in. The interview team also turned out 
to be the "school board" and they provided a general 
idea of the curriculum and I was given a budget to 
purchase audio-visual equipment and materials. I 
developed a set of notebooks and lessons focusing on 
the basics of human reproduction and the various 
diseases associated with sex. It wasn't long before I 
had my first student knocking at the door.

I answered the door to find a lovely blonde girl of 
eighteen, an overnight case in her hand and fear tinged 
with excitement in her eyes. She knew she was first. 
She had no stories from her classmates to work with. I 
knew how important it was to make this work out right. 
Consequently I was somewhat nervous myself. I was 
careful to mask it as well as I could.

"Hi, you must be Lindsey." I shook her hand and ushered 
her into the house. "I'm Tom."

"Hello," Her voice was soft and subdued.

"Here, let me take that for you," I said as I reached 
for her case.

I set it down in the foyer and led her through to the 
dining room where I had the study materials laid out. 
She was a good looking girl, small breasted and thin. 
She wore low rider jeans and a short top that showed 
her midriff. So many girls dressed that way these days 
and it was a lovely sight to see. When she smiled 
dimples made her look younger than her eighteen years 
but I knew that she had recently celebrated that 
birthday from the registration forms I had been given.

I showed her the notebook and texts. "This is your 
study material. There are reading assignments for you 
to work at as well as a couple of films for you to 
watch."

She nodded as she leafed through the books. I watched 
her for a moment and then said, "Let me show you 
around."

I took her into the living room where a sofa faced the 
home theater system. There was soft music playing on 
the stereo. I pointed down the hall to my bedroom.

"That is where I sleep," I said, careful not to give 
her any expectation that she would be in there too. 
Then I picked up her case and led her upstairs.

"This is the only time you will see me climb these 
stairs. The upstairs belongs to you." I placed her case 
in the larger of the two bedrooms, showed her the 
bathroom and explained the rules of the house. "The 
upstairs is off limits to me. This is your room for as 
long as you are here. There is a phone and all you 
need. This is your safe place."

She nodded, absorbing the idea.

"I think I know what you are thinking." I smiled at 
her. "You are worried that I will jump on you. Well, 
the board made a very determined effort to find someone 
who will treat you with respect and honor your wishes. 
You are in charge here. I am only here to answer your 
questions and teach you about sex. 

"The lesson only goes as far as you want it to. There 
are videos for you to watch and reading for you to do. 
Otherwise the lessons can stop there or go as far as 
you want them to." I paused. "Lindsey, I will not hurt 
you and I will not do anything you don't want me to."

She looked me in the eye then and nodded. I could see 
she wanted to believe me. I left her in the room and 
headed downstairs to prepare supper. She came down 
quietly about half an hour later and settled at the 
table to read while I worked.


We chatted over dinner as she filled me in on village 
gossip. She was coming out of her shell, relaxing, 
feeling more comfortable in the house and around me. I 
heard about events at school and who loved who. The 
latest scandal was Melissa who had fallen for a townie. 
Her classmates were concerned that she would get her 
heart broken. She certainly couldn't move into 
Valleydale with him. The entrance restrictions were 
overwhelming and living there had to be by invitation 
only.

After dinner Lindsey helped me load the dishes into the 
dishwasher and we went into the living room. I put on 
her first video, a good film about avoiding pregnancy. 
She watched it while I read the newspaper in my 
recliner. After the film was over I got up and set up 
the DVD for her first exposure to real sex. I had a 
film of a couple making love that I wanted her to 
watch. I had selected it because it featured a slow 
seduction and gentle lovemaking, not the frantic 
fucking that characterized so many X-rated movies. 

I told her it was a movie showing graphic sex scenes 
and that she could turn it off if she was uncomfortable 
but that she should watch it because she was here to 
learn all aspects of sex. She agreed. I handed her the 
remote and left her alone. I didn't want her to feel 
uncomfortable with me in the room.

I took a shower and changed into jeans and a polo 
shirt. When I was sure the video was over I went back 
into the living room. She was still on the sofa, the 
remote forgotten on the floor. She looked a little 
dazed. I sat on the recliner and asked, "Are you OK?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." She focused on me. "I didn't 
realize it was so beautiful."

"It can be," I said. "If it's done right, with respect 
and love. It can be the most beautiful thing in the 
world. Even without love it can be a wonderful 
experience. It's the closest two people can get to each 
other."

She listened, nodding. "You said I could ask any 
question I wanted to?"

"Yes, I will hold nothing back."

"His penis… uh, his cock," the words formed, unfamiliar 
and new, "Seemed very large. Are they all that large?"

"No, cocks come in all sizes, some long and thin other 
short and wide. Mine is of the smaller variety." I 
smiled. "Some men think a huge cock is important. Maria 
Muldaur sang it best: 'It Ain't the Meat, It's The 
Motion'"

She grinned quickly. "You said I could ask anything?"

"Yes."

"Can I, uh, can I see yours?"

I stood up and walked over to her. I stood in front of 
her and dropped my jeans. My cock hung in front of her, 
within reach. Her breath hissed inward as she looked at 
her first cock.

"Can I touch it?"

"Yes."

Her index finger reached out pressed against the top. 
"It's so soft." She whispered to herself. I stood there 
while she studied me. She rubbed her finger up and down 
feeling my body heat and the texture of my skin. My 
cock was responding, growing, as she felt it. Her eyes 
grew wider.

"It's getting bigger! And it's so hard."

"Yes, you are making me horny."

"I am?"

"Yep, all by yourself."

She curled her fingers around it, holding me feeling 
the growth. She squeezed gently. By now my cock was a 
full erection and pointed at her. I longed for her to 
do something other than jack me off but I knew better 
than to rush her.

"In the movie the woman took him into her mouth and 
sucked on him. He seemed to enjoy that."

"Oh yes, men truly do enjoy that. It's called a blow 
job. You can do that for your boyfriend when you want 
to give him something special."

"Really?" She made a face and my hopes fell. "What does 
it taste like?"

"I don't know. I'm straight so I've never tried it."

"Can I… uh, try it?" she said looking up at me. Her 
face looking up with my cock so close and in her hand 
was a sight I'll never forget.

"You can do whatever you want to do, my dear. That's 
what this weekend is all about." My hopes were soaring 
again.

"What do I do?"

"First, why don't you try kissing it?"

She leaned forward and a moment later I felt her lips 
brush to tip of my cock. "That's good. Light kisses. At 
the start you want to be very gentle. As the excitement 
builds you can be more forceful. You will learn, over 
time, when is the right time. Always pay attention to 
your partner. That will be your first indication if you 
are doing something right."

She looked up at me, my cock in her hand and its tip at 
her lips. "Should I do more?"

"You do as much as you are comfortable with. What you 
are doing feels very nice." I stripped off my shirt.

"So, how do I suck on it?"

"Just treat it like a lollipop. Use your tongue and 
mouth to continue the motion on my cock. Never use your 
teeth... Ah, that feels good."

She kissed the tip of my cock and then sucked it into 
her mouth. She held it motionless in her mouth while 
she sucked.

"Lindsey, you need to move it in and out of your mouth 
as you do that. That's it, oh, yeah, that feels great!" 
I sighed with pleasure. "Try to vary your motion and 
what you do. Listen to the sounds I make. It feels 
really good and I will not keep quiet about it."

She struck a rhythm and began bobbing her head in a 
regular motion. She would need practice but she would 
be a good cocksucker some day. I began to groan with 
pleasure. At my first sound she looked up with concern 
in her eyes but she cold see that I was truly enjoying 
her attentions. For my part I watched her suck at me, 
her blonde head bobbing and weaving, sometimes only 
taking a little on my cock, the head only, and sucking 
that, sometimes staking me deep into her mouth. She 
seemed to be experimenting with what made me make the 
most sounds. My knees were getting weak with the 
sensations that were coming from her attention.

"Now! oh God, that feels good! Now, we are getting to 
the point where I have to ask you what you want to do 
when I come." She stopped moving and released my cock.

"Huh?"

"Well, if you keep doing that you will make me come. 
You saw that on the film. You have to decide on whether 
or not you want me to come in your mouth."

"I did see that. He came and she caught it in her 
mouth."

"Yeah, well, they do that for the movies. In real life 
you can either do that, swallow my come, or use a 
tissue or cloth to catch it. Or you can let it spray 
around the place. It's messy but you might find it 
fun."

Her hand was moving on my cock now, slowly, as she 
thought about it. "Will you tell me when you are about 
to come?"

"Sure."

"I'll decide then."

She lowered her head to my cock and began to suck in 
earnest. I loved it, watching her blow me with an 
intensity that I was sure was all about learning the 
technique. It seemed to be important to her. I wondered 
if there was a boyfriend who would soon be getting this 
attention.

Then I felt the rising pressure and the glorious 
sensations that meant I was about to come. "Uh, here it 
comes," I groaned.

She pulled her head back and watched for a second. She 
had released me a moment too soon though. I grabbed her 
hand where it held me and began to move it back and 
forth on my cock. She understood and jacked me off to a 
shattering climax. My come spurted from my cock 
catching her in the cheek. She was surprised and 
winced. Another spurt caught her in the forehead and 
the come ran down onto her nose. She was backing fast 
but couldn't get too far away because she was still on 
the couch. The third spurt landed on her chest soaking 
into her clothes. She had let go of my cock before then 
and I was done. I collapsed on to the couch beside her, 
my cock softening.

"Ew," she said. "You came all over me." She started to 
giggle.

"I thought that was what you wanted." I smiled at her. 
"You wanted to see what it looked like, didn't you?"

"Yeah. Now I know." She used a finger to scoop some of 
my jism off her cheek and studied it up close. "And 
women like to swallow this stuff?"

"Not all," I admitted. "But some like it very much and 
others do it because they don't mind it and because 
their partners really love it."

She touched it with the tip of her tongue then slipped 
her finger into her mouth. "It's not bad." She said. "I 
think I'll be a swallower."

"That's good." I handed her a tissue. "You want to 
clean up?"

She wiped at her face. I took the tissue and helped 
her, gently wiping her forehead and cheek. Then I 
kissed her. She responded to my kiss wrapping her arms 
around me.

"Did you see the part in the movie where the man gave 
the woman oral sex?"

She nodded. There was a gleam in her eyes. "Would you 
do that for me?"

I grinned. "I'd love to." I kissed her again, holding 
her head gently in my hands. I worked my fingers 
through her hair, caressing and touching. I touched her 
neck and cheeks, down to her throat and then to the 
buttons on her shirt. One by one I tipped the buttons 
out of their holes and the shirt gaped open for me to 
see more of her chest. 

After I opened the last button I reached in to caress 
her torso, feeling my way up to the bra covered breasts 
that waited to be freed. She was breathing rapidly now, 
desire in her eyes. My finger played across the thin 
fabric of the bra and found the front catch that held 
it closed. A quick movement and the bra was loose, her 
breasts free but still covered. I kissed my way down to 
them and gently opened up the bra. 

Her breasts were like large peaches, fresh and sweet, 
tipped with tiny pink areolas and small erect nipples. 
I kissed her left breast while my left hand cupped her 
right breast and rolled her nipple between my fingers 
while my tongue did the same thing with her left 
nipple. She was moaning now, with little whimpers that 
told me I was doing something right.

I lingered on those breasts for a while, alternating 
between them while she shuddered and writhed beneath 
me. I was kneeling by now on the carpet leaning over 
her body. I used one hand to release the button of her 
jeans and ease the zipper down over that wonderful 
curve that it covers. Then I leaned back and took hold 
of the waist band. She lifted her ass and I pulled the 
jeans down and off of her. 

I looked at the panty-clad pussy, red panties with 
moisture leaking at the crotch. I kissed her breasts 
again and worked my way down to her navel. Then I was 
headed for the waist band of those pretty panties. My 
fingers were on her legs now, sliding up her thighs. I 
slide them up the sides and caught the panties and 
pulled. Once more she lifted and I dragged them off of 
her. She lay nude before me and I sat back to look at 
her. The pussy hair was thick and full but being blonde 
it didn't hide much. 

I'd have to talk to her about the benefits of trimming. 
I leaned forward and kissed the top of the line of hair 
that covered her pussy. I licked and kissed down to the 
top of the slit and then kissed to the right down to 
the point where her leg creased up into her body. She 
was writhing with desire and gasping, whimpering and 
moaning. I slide my tongue from one side of her pussy 
to the other with a wiggle over the clit. 

When I touched her there she jumped and arched up her 
back, pressing close into my face. I lingered and then 
abandoned it and kissed the crease on the other side of 
her pussy, sucking on the tendon that stretched under 
the skin. I licked my way back to her clit and kissed 
it then, giving it a full soft kiss with my lips 
sucking gently on the little knob. 

I lavished attention on it, gently sucking it into my 
mouth and teasing it with my tongue. She came then, 
jerking and squeezing my head with her legs. I 
continued to lick and suck and she drenched me with her 
juices. It seemed to take her a long time. When she 
released me I climbed back up on to the sofa and took 
her in my arms.

She held me close, her eyes closed, as her breathing 
went back to normal. 

"You know, I've gotten off with my fingers but I've 
never had anything like that."

"I'm glad you liked it. I reached for the tissues but 
she stopped me. "Here, let me do that for you." She 
wiped her juices from my face. When I was clean I 
kissed her again.

"Do I have to sleep upstairs?" She asked.

"No, you can sleep with me." I said. "I just didn't 
want you to worry about my expectations when you got 
here."

"Good." She said, "I don't think I want to sleep alone 
tonight."

"You don't have to." I squeezed her. "Why don't we take 
a shower and get cleaned up?"

We headed into my bathroom and both got into the 
shower. I washed her carefully and playfully and she 
did the same for me, exploring a male body for the 
first time in her life. She worked the soap into my ass 
and played with my asshole and then soaped my cock well 
as it hardened in her hands. I got behind her and held 
her close, my cock against the crack of her ass, 
soaping her breasts and belly and reaching down to soap 
her slit and run my fingers up into her pussy, 
spreading her pussy lips and making her gasp in 
pleasure. She came then, a small orgasm that had her 
clutching my arm and pressing my hand with hers harder 
against her clit.

We rinsed and toweled each other. Then I led her to the 
bed. It was warm and comfortable. We lay under the 
sheets and kissed, our hands searching each other, 
roaming over all those sweet spots that felt so good.

"Will you fuck me?" She asked, a tremor in her voice. 
"Will you take my virginity?"

"Your wish is my command," I answered. I would be happy 
to be your first."

I knew by then that she was wet and ready. My fingers 
had been playing with her pussy, slipping into her by 
ones and twos. She was ready for me and I rolled up and 
lay over her, my weight on my elbows and knees. I 
positioned myself at her pussy and pushed slowly into 
her. My cock slid an inch or two into her tight space 
and she gasped. I stopped and slid almost out.

"No, don't stop." Her eyes were closed. She was 
concentrating on the feel of my cock in her pussy.

"I'm not done." I said, "I just need to take my time. 
You need to get used to having a cock inside you. You 
need to stretch a bit."

I pushed again and felt myself slide in deeper this 
time. I fucked slowly, shallow thrusts that didn't 
threaten her maidenhead. She was moving with me. I 
pushed harder and felt the obstruction of her hymen. I 
continued fucking pushing at it gently. It felt so 
good, she was so tight and her pussy seemed to suck at 
me pulling me deeper and deeper. Then with a good 
thrust I settled my weight onto her and broke through 
burying myself deep into her. 

She gave a quick cry and clasped me tightly. I held 
still, feeling her warm tightness around my shaft. She 
held me close then nodded and I started to move, slowly 
and gently. I slid in and out of her feeling her moving 
and responding to my motions. I picked up the pace, 
watching her, feeling her, responding to her with my 
own motions. 

She was near, very near and then she came clasping me 
again, riding with me through her pleasure as wave 
after wave of climax rolled through her. I was close 
too and seeing that look in her face, the ecstasy of 
her orgasm, I came explosively filling her newly opened 
flower with my come, pumping wildly as I sprayed into 
her. I kept moving, even after I was drained while she 
rode through another small climax. Then I slowed to a 
stop.

"Oh," she sighed, "That was amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it". I said, smiling down at her, 
"You are an amazing lover."

"Really?" Her smile dimpled her cheeks. I kissed her 
and rolled off of her, my soft cock pulling out of her 
pussy. She snuggled in close beside me.

We talked about sex and friends of hers who wanted to 
come to the class and how she hoped they would enjoy 
the experience and what she would do now that she was 
old enough. She did have a boyfriend and she was 
excited about the opportunity to give him a good time. 
Her only regret was that he was still seventeen and 
would not be allowed to have sex until he was eighteen 
and had been through the class with the woman who 
taught the boys.

That was the first I had heard of the woman teacher 
except for the brief mention Suzanne had made. I 
resolved to find her and talk about coordinating the 
classes so young people like Lindsey and Tom wouldn't 
have to wait too long.

She fell asleep like that, her snuggled up on my arm 
and smiling.

Yes, I thought, this is a job I will truly enjoy.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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