Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: Teaching The Teacher (MF) [1/2]
Date: 1996/08/11

			 Teaching The Teacher
				  by
			     Day Dreamer
			       Part One

	World War II was just over and Joey Lassiter, like many other
veterans, had recently returned home. Even though he was technically a
veteran, he didn't really feel like one. He had joined the Army in his
senior year of high school and only spent a little more than two years
in service, none of which involved combat. Nonetheless, there he was,
with mustering-out pay in his pocket and no goals in life. He figured
the best thing to do before deciding about the rest of his life was to
finish high school. He checked with his old high school principal and
was told that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, the
principal would see that Joey got his diploma after just one semester.
That sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled for the upcoming spring
semester of high school.

	Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old maid
teachers well past retirement age, and they were dull, dull, dull. To
compound the problem, even though Joey was only about three years
older than the other seniors, he felt like an old man among kids. He
couldn't even get interested in any of the girls; they all acted like
giggling little kids. The only thing that made school bearable for
Joey was his English class and its teacher - Birdie Harman.

	Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to address
her, was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's college. Joey's class
was her first teaching assignment, and even though she seemed a little
nervous at teaching students only a little younger than herself, she
knew all the latest techniques and was able to make English
interesting. Joey, though, was more interested in Birdie Harman than
he was in English.

	Birdie had a dynamite body. She was about five-foot-one and,
just like the cigarette ads of the time said: so round, so firm, so
fully packed. She couldn't have weighed over 105 pounds, and every one
of them was in the right place. Her breasts were just right - firm
little half-melon handfuls that bounced a little as she walked about
the room but didn't sag one inch. Further down, her ass was sheer
perfection. When she turned around to write on the blackboard, the
beautiful globes jiggled just a little and made little twisting
motions as she moved her hands across the board. That ass rounded down
into shapely thighs and then into calves that had just enough muscle
showing to send Joey into daydreams of them wrapped around him tightly
as they would make love. Joey chose a seat on the first row of the
classroom right in front of her desk so that he could get as good a
view as possible.

	Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked and sat
that she was in touch with her body. She always seemed to be a little
tense, to be holding herself in tight rein, and Joey sensed a
suppressed sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore. Even
though the book, "The Sensuous Woman" hadn't been written yet, that
was exactly how Joey thought of her. Often as she stood before the
class talking, one of her hands would stroke down her side, caressing
her hip. Sometimes she would even move a hand behind her and lightly
stroke her buttocks. Joey longed for it to be his hands doing the
stroking, to be lightly tracing the contours of that magnificently
sculptured ass.

	Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he kept at
least a semi-erection, and sometimes a full hard-on, all the way
through class. Joey worried that she would notice since he sat on the
first row, but she never seemed to show a reaction. An incident
occurred one day, though, that did produce a reaction. That was the
day Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right in front of him and
crossed her legs. Joey had a quick glimpse of thigh all the way to her
crotch, her lace-trimmed black panties hitting him right between the
eyes. They hit him right between the legs, too. His penis grew
instantly erect, running seven inches down the inside of his leg and
swelling out his tight-fitting Chinos. Birdie saw it, too, because her
face flushed a little and she stumbled in what she was saying to the
class. Luckily, the bell rang then, and they were both spared any
more of the moment's embarrassment.

	Birdie had one major problem, though - her looks ended at her
neck. Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit, her face wasn't
anywhere near a close match. She wasn't really ugly, mind you - not
that traditional clock-stopper - it was just that her features were
put together wrong. Each one would have been okay by itself, but taken
together, the result was not very successful. Her face just wasn't in
harmony with the rest of her.

	Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him. He had fallen in
love with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so enamored of it that he
was willing to take the face along with it. He often sat in class,
watching that body in motion, and daydreamed of their being in bed,
wrapped in each other's arms, body to body, merged together in
passionate sexual union. The hard-ons caused by those daydreams
sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers leg from pre-cum oozing
out. Joey sometimes worried that she would notice, but he was often so
caught up in his daydreams that he was past caring. His English
lessons may have suffered, but his daydream love-life prospered
enormously.

	Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on Friday and
Saturday nights he would park down the street from her place to see if
she were having dates. Not once did he see her with a date. She didn't
even seem to have any girl friends, and the few times she went to a
movie, she went alone. Joey believed she must be lonely and began to
feel sorry for her. There she was with that gorgeous body that needed
stroking, a friendly person with a good personality, but a face that
seemed to keep boys away.

	One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he could
see the light shining out of an open window. He had never been a
window peeper before, but the open window offered an opportunity for
voyeurism that he couldn't resist. Like iron filings drawn to a
magnet, the open window drew him. He slipped out of the car, crept
into the dark space between houses, and stooped under her window. Very
carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look. There stood Birdie,
dressed in a dressing robe, apparently getting ready for bed. Even
though the beauty of her body was evident under the robe, what really
got Joey's attention was what she had in her hand: a piece of carved
wood about eight inches long and shaped like a man's hard penis. He
saw Birdie run her hand up and down its length, caressing it. Then she
put the end of it in her mouth, the end shaped like the bulging head
of a penis, and sucked on it like a Popsicle. Joey was electrified
with eroticism and his penis grew as hard as the piece of wood Birdie
held in her hand. My God, Joey thought, maybe she's going to fuck
herself with that imitation prick. He could hardly wait to see such a
vision - he could already imagine Birdie stripping off her robe and
gown and with legs spread wide apart, cramming that wooden dick into
her pussy. He was in for a disappointment, though, because Birdie
turned out the lights and came over to the window and drew the
curtains. All Joey could do was listen, as soft moans came drifting
out the window.

	The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making him shake
with desire. With trembling hands he unbuttoned his trousers and
managed to work his rigid penis out of its confinement. Squeezing and
stroking it gently, he imagined that it was what was causing Birdie to
sigh and moan. As Birdie's moaning increased in intensity, Joey's
pleasure mounted. He blasted a splotch of come over the side of
Birdie's house just as she gasped, "Ahhhh, yessss, yesssssssss!"

	The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey. He sat
there in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made the night before
played over and over again in his mind. Her appearance gave no hint of
the passion that rocked her the previous night-she was once again the
proper school teacher. Joey knew, though, that there was a smoldering
fire under that facade of school teacher propriety. He ached to merge
that fire with his flaming desires, to build such a heated
conflagration of love that they both could burn away their passions.
At that point Joey had only one goal - to find a way to replace
Birdie's artificial cock with his real live one.

	Joey waiting around after class until all the other students
had left and then approached Birdie's desk. "Miss Harman," he said,
"I'm having a real problem with conjugations. I just can't seem to get
the hang of `to be' and `to lie.' Do you think you might be able to
help me with those?"

	"Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile. "Why don't
you come by here after school and we'll spend a little time on them."

	"Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to right
after school. I get off about six, though. Do you think we might be
able to do it some evening?"

	"Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed after
about five o'clock."

	"I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey said
with a straight face. The conversation was leading to just where he
wanted it to go, and he didn't want to jeopardize what gains he had
already made by any show of emotion.

	"I'm not sure about that," Birdie said with a slight frown.
"There's pretty much of an unwritten rule that women teachers aren't
supposed to have male students alone in their homes."

	"Who's to know the difference?" Joey asked. "You and I are
about the same age, and if anyone saw me they would probably think I
was just your date coming to see you. Tell you what, why don't I just
be your date? That way you won't even have to worry about that rule."

	Birdie blushed just a little bit and with a soft
conspiratorial laugh said, "Okay, you can be my... my date."

	"Great!" he said. "I'll come by around eight tonight if that's
okay."

	"Eight for a date - that sounds like a good time," Birdie
said, with a smile that made her whole face glow.

	Joey asked her for her address, not wanting her to know that
he had been spying on her. She wrote it out on a slip of paper for him
and he left the room, his heart almost skipping beats at the thought
of being able to be alone with Birdie.

				* * *

	Joey was at Birdie's at eight o'clock sharp and knocked on her
door. It opened immediately upon the first knock. Birdie had on a
dress Joey had not seen before. It was amber colored and shiny like
satin. Far more sexy than anything she had ever worn to class, it
clung to and revealed every inch of her body.

	"Come on in, Mr. Lassiter," she said. "You're right on time."

	"Please, can't you just call me `Joey' like all my friends
do?" he asked.

	"Okay, `Joey' it is. And since we're about the same age, if
you want to call me `Birdie' outside of class, that'll suit me too,"
she said. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable in that chair while
I go get my conjugation drill papers."

	In a few minutes Birdie returned and sat on the sofa facing
Joey. She went over conjugation rules and they drilled on them for
several minutes. Joey pretended to stumble and be confused about them
in order to keep up the pretense of his visit, but soon showed
improvement. "That wasn't as hard as I imagined it to be," he said.
"You make it so simple the way you just explained that I believe I've
finally caught on to it. Thanks so much for the special lesson. It's
really going to help me."

	"I'm always willing to help a student who really wants to
learn," Birdie replied, with a little smile.

	Having gotten the seeming purpose of Joey's visit
accomplished, an awkward silence fell upon them. Joey broke the
silence by saying, "You know, Birdie, I liked the idea of this being a
date," He looked Birdie directly in the eyes as he said this, a gentle
smile on his lips.

	Birdie's face colored a little and she looked down, breaking
their eye contact. "Yes, me too," she said. "I've never had a date
before, and I kind of pretended to myself that this was a real date,
not just a tutoring session."

	"You're serious? You really never have had a date before?
What about your senior prom?" Joey asked incredulously.

	"My senior prom? My father paid one of my cousins from a
nearby town to take me to the senior prom. He spent most of the night
dancing with all the pretty girls and left me sitting by a wall,"
Birdie replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice.

	"But, why? I don't understand," Joey said.

	Birdie stood up and walked over and faced a mirror that was
hanging on her wall. "Joey, you've got eyes. This mirror doesn't lie.
A belle of the ball I ain't."

	Joey stood up just behind her, his face next to hers in the
mirror. "Okay, you're not the prettiest girl around, but you're sure
not ugly, either. Besides, you've got a great personality and one of
the most beautiful bodies I ever seen on a woman," he said, placing
his hands on her waist.

	"I guess no one has noticed," Birdie replied, with a sad
little smile.

	"Well, I notice," Joey said, turning her around to face him.

	She stood there facing him, so vulnerable yet so needing. "If
you've never had a date, then that means you've never been kissed,
doesn't it?"

	"No, I've never been kissed," she said in a little whisper.

	"Then it's time you learned. For a change, the student will
have a chance to teach the teacher."

	"Joey, you won't talk about this, will you?"

	"I don't kiss and tell," Joey replied.

	"Then, yes. Yes, Joey, teach the teacher."

	Joey drew Birdie up closer to him and lowered his lips to
hers. Her eyes were open wide and she was trembling just a little.
She closed her eyes just as their lips touched, but the tremble
continued. Joey wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other
around her waist and pulled her body against his own. The soft mounds
of her breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel the rapid
beat of her heart through the contact. Her lips were soft and the kiss
was long and tender. She drew back and with her eyes still closed,
breathed a long slow sigh. "Ummmmmnn, yesss. I think I like kissing,"
she murmured.

	Joey's lowered his lips to hers again and he pulled her body
back against his. This time she reciprocated, one arm going around
Joey's neck and the other across his back. Joey spread his lips
slightly and extended his tongue, using it to rub lightly across
Birdie's lips and then in between them. She opened her lips a little,
allowing the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth. In an almost
cautious manner, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue against
his. The effect was electrifying. Birdie took a deep breath and
tightened her arms around Joey even more. He spread his lips even
wider and ran his tongue fully into her mouth, brushing against hers
and wetly caressing it. She responded by returning the action. Soon
their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, their mouths
fully opened, tongues swirling and making love to each other.

	Joey's body had long since reacted to the sexual stimulus and
his cock was rigid and throbbing, bulging out the front of his
trousers. Joey wanted her to feel what she was doing to him and pushed
his hips against hers, his rock-hard organ pressing against her just
above the juncture of legs and torso. She responded by pressing back,
letting Joey know without words that she knew what had happened to him
and approved.

	Joey ran his hand down Birdie's back and lightly stroked her
magnificent ass. Now it was his hand caressing her buttocks, not her
own. The daydreams that filled Joey's mind when he was in her class
were becoming reality. He kneaded the firm globes of her buttocks and
ran his fingers into the crease that separated them. Only the barrier
of her dress prevented his hand from further exploration of her nether
region. Birdie made soft moaning growly sounds as Joey made love with
his hand to the quivering melons of her ass.

	Joey lowered his other hand to her buttocks and holding one in
each hand, he pulled her sex hard against his bulging front. Birdie
could feel every throb of his pulsing cock as it pounded in desire for
the body pressed against it. Birdie made little circling motions with
her hips and ground herself against Joey's outward jutting manhood. He
moaned involuntarily, his pleasure center stimulated by the motions of
her sex moving against his. She finally broke their lips apart and
holding her cheek against his, murmured, "Oh, God, Joey! All the
things I've been missing."

	"You don't have to miss them anymore," he answered softly into
her ear.

	"I don't know anything, Joey. I've only read about love, I've
never experienced it. You're going to have teach me. I want to know it
ALL. I want to learn EVERYTHING. Joey, will you teach me about
loving?"

	Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her again. He
dropped one arm behind her knees and without breaking the kiss lifted
her up into his arms. Briefly, he broke the kiss and whispered,
"Where's your bedroom?" She pointed to an open doorway and Joey
carried her through it, their lips once again joining. The only sound
was that of Birdie's shoes falling to the floor as she kicked them
off.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: Teaching The Teacher (MF) [2/2]
Date: 1996/08/11

			 Teaching The Teacher
				  by
			     Day Dreamer
			       Part Two

	Joey gently lay Birdie on the bed and knelt on the floor
alongside her. Draping one arm across her waist, he lowered his lips
to hers and very tenderly kissed her, his tongue moving in slow
motion, softly and languorously probing Birdie's mouth. In concert
with the kiss, Joey stroked Birdie's waist with his hand, trailing it
with a feathery fluttering motion across the soft little curve of the
area below her waist. He crept his hand slowly upward and gently
stroked across the underside of Birdie's upthrust breasts. Capturing
one of the mounds in his hand, Joey cupped and squeezed it with just a
gentle pressure. Birdie moved her hand up to Joey's shoulder and
returned his caresses by stroking and kneading the muscles across his
back.

	While caressing Birdie's fabric-clad breast, Joey moved his
other hand to the buttons on the front of Birdie's dress, and starting
at her neck, he unbuttoned each one, not stopping until he had reached
the last one at her waist. He folded back the dress, revealing
Birdie's black bra containing those marvelously caressable breasts.
Birdie's nipples were very evident, pressing points out at the center
of each cup. Using both his hands, Joey unfastened the center clasp
that held the bra together and lifted the loosened cups, pushing them
away to Birdie's sides. Standing straight up and firm, Birdie's
breasts emerged into view. They were like creamy white little half-
melons, their only motion a slight quivering and the up-and-down
movement of her now rapid breathing.

	The hard nubbins of Birdie's nipples stood erect at the center
of the heaving mounds. Each was surrounded by a light tan circle of
areole, flecked with little goose bumps so that they had the texture
of crepe paper. Joey ran his thumbs lightly across the projections,
just brushing across each of them, and almost imperceptibly, Birdie
arched her back up to the stroking hands. Seeing her response, Joey
increased the pressure, gently squeezing each nipple between his thumb
and forefinger. Birdie emitted low "uummnnn" sounds from deep within
her throat and arched her back upward even further than before.

	Joey cupped Birdie's breasts in his hands and kneaded them
with a slow gentle pressure, his palm caressing the hard little points
of her nipples. He lowered his mouth back to hers and using his lips
spread their mouths to their widest. His tongue circled around the
inside of her lips and then delved into her mouth to its full length,
engaging her tongue in a passionate mock-battle.

	Softly licking all around her mouth as the connection broke,
Joey separated his lips from Birdie's. He moved the kiss down to her
throat and then to the indentation between her breasts. From there he
moved outward and took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking gently
and rubbing his tongue in a circle around the erect hard nipple. He
moved to the other breast and repeated his ministrations. Birdie
arched her back again, this time completely off the bed, thrusting her
breasts toward their source of pleasure. "Oh, good, so gooodddd... ,"
she murmured softly.

	Joey extended a hand down to Birdie's thighs and lightly
traced a trail on their inner parts from her knees all the way to
their tops. The satiny material of Birdie's dress was exotic feeling
to Joey's fingers, but he knew the soft skin of her inner thighs would
be even more satiny, more exotic. His hand found the hem of her dress
and he gently pulled it up, exposing her thighs to the point that only
their juncture was still hidden. The straps of her garter belt were
laid bare and Joey could feel where they clasped the tops of her hose.
Above the hose tops there was only bare flesh: the soft, unblemished
baby's skin of Birdie's inner thighs. Using just the lightest of
finger-tip touches, Joey caressed that sensitive area. Birdie's thighs
quivered with each touch, and she once again sighed, "Oh, Joey, Joey."

	Joey's fingers crept upwards until they met the edge of
Birdie's panties. Joey felt their lace trim and wondered if they were
the same pair he had glimpsed in English class. He moved the flat of
his palm on top of her slightly rounded belly, rubbing it lightly in a
circle. He could feel the muscles of her stomach quiver in little
tremors as she responded to Joey's loving touches. His fingers then
moved into the recess formed by the joining of Birdie's thighs, the
vee of her legs that formed the entrance to her font of femininity.
Joey knew that just under his fingers, under the silken fabric of
Birdie's panties, lay the entrance to her secret sexual center. Her
tunnel of delight, the receptacle for the inanimate cock with which
she had pleasured herself the night before, was waiting there for him
to lovingly explore.

	The pressure of Joey's throbbing rigidity against the front of
his trousers was a mixture of agony and ecstasy. He could not remember
ever having been so sexually aroused as he was then, and each throb of
his cock against the bindings of his trousers brought both pleasure
and discomfort. He looked down at his groin area and was not surprised
to see the wet circle at its center. He had felt the pre-cum flowing
and soaking his shorts, and now it had soaked all the way through and
dampened his trousers with the obvious evidence of his desire.

	Joey moved his fingers down into the vee of Birdie's thighs,
probing her hidden recess. She moved her legs apart, allowing room for
Joey to explore. He cupped his hand over her whole vulva and lovingly
squeezed the area. His palm encountered dampness, and Joey realized
that the whole crotch of Birdie's panties were soaked. There was even
a little moisture seeping out from the lace edging - slick, slippery
moisture that allowed his fingertips to glide over and around the
dew-soaked edge. One finger moved into the very center of Birdie's
leg juncture and he could feel the indentation of her hidden womanly
furrow. He traced its length, running his finger tip up and down the
dampened channel. As he neared the top, he felt a little bump, and he
moved his finger back and forward over it, stroking and caressing.
Birdie's moved her hips in little gyrations, making miniature bump-
and-grind motions. The nubbin was obviously her swollen clitoris, and
Birdie's reaction to touching it made it evident that it was one of
her prime erogenous spots.

	Two of Joey's fingers insinuated themselves under the elastic
edge of Birdie's panties. They were met by soft ringlets of soaking
pubic fur. The fingers moved through the curls and down to the area
they had just explored from the other side of the pantie fabric. They
found what they were seeking - Birdie's soaking labial lips. One
finger moved into the furrow and inched its way downward until it
found the clitoral nubbin, its surface slickened with the flow of
Birdie's sexual arousal. The finger tip pulled back the hood that
protected the clitoris and touched the exposed flesh with just the
lightest of touches. Birdie's reaction was almost convulsive - she
squeezed her thighs together, clamping down on Joey's hand, and
wailed, "Oh, God! Joey! Joey!"

	Joey withdrew his hand and moved up and kissed Birdie with
just light brush of their lips. He looked down at her and said,
"Birdie, that's a beautiful dress, but don't you think it's time for
it to come off?"

	Birdie nodded her head and Joey reached down for the dress's
hem, pulling it upward. Birdie lifted her buttocks to allow the dress
to slip past. She sat up and Joey lifted it off over her head. Her
loosened bra had gotten caught up in the dress and it too was removed.
Birdie was now almost completely nude.

	Birdie lay back down and looked up at Joey. "Joey, here I am
almost completely naked and you still have on all your clothes."

	"A problem easily solved," Joey said, sitting down and
removing his shoes and socks. He stood again and took off his shirt
and dropped it to the floor. Then he unbuckled his belt and the top
button of his trousers. The other trouser buttons followed and his
trousers were completely loosened. He let go of them and they fell to
the floor. Stepping out of his trousers, clad only in his white boxer
shorts, Joey turned and directly faced Birdie. An indisputable sign
of Joey's arousal, the front of his shorts bulged out, his rigid penis
making a tent of the white cotton fabric. A circle of dampness
radiated outward from the high point in the bulge, the result of
Joey's abundant pre-cum flow. "That better?" Joey asked.

	Nodding her head, Birdie said, "Yes, that makes us about
even." Even though she was smiling, Joey could sense Birdie's
fascination as her eyes fell to Joey's bulging shorts.

	After performing his semi-strip tease, Joey returned his
attention to Birdie. Looking down at her, his breath almost caught in
his throat. There she lay, a vision of sexuality - her breasts
standing proud and firm, her waist narrow and then widening into the
spread of her hips. Birdie's hips weren't wide by normal standards -
they could almost be called boyish - but they were smoothly curved,
their flare far from boyish. Her panties were indeed black with lace
edging. They were either the same ones she had worn before or others
just like them. Birdie's waist was encircled by a black garter belt,
with straps extending downward and locking into the tops of her hose.
It was as an erotic sight as Joey had ever seen, better even than the
visions of his teenage wet dreams.

	"Birdie, I don't know why you put yourself down. You're really
beautiful," Joey said in almost a whisper.

	"Well, if I could go around dressed like this all the time, I
probably could get a boy," she said with a rueful smile.

	"You've got me," Joey said softly, and once again knelt down
beside her and kissed her.

	Joey placed his hand on the inside of Birdie's thighs and
caressed the soft skin of that area. While doing so, he took his mouth
away from her lips and moved downward and kissed each of her breasts,
licking and gently nibbling on each of her nipples. His mouth moved
from there down to the juncture of her thighs. As he approached
Birdie's sexual center he inhaled the near intoxicating aroma of her
femininity. It was a pleasant aroma, with just a hint of muskiness,
the fragrance of a woman in full sexual arousal. He ran his tongue
along the lace-trimmed edges of her panties, tasting the slick vaginal
secretions that had crept out from under the silken fabric. Joey's
senses were almost overpowered, and he realized there could be no
greater aphrodisiac than the one that came from tasting and inhaling
the sexual outpouring of a woman in heat.

	Joey lowered his mouth and licked the fabric stretching across
Birdie's vulva, his tongue tracing the furrow that separated her
thighs. He applied pressure, causing his tongue to force the fabric
into Birdie's sexual channel, and her hips arched upward, seeking even
greater pleasure. Joey lifted his head and placed his hands on
Birdie's feet and gently pulled her until her buttocks reached the
edge of the bed and her legs hung off its side. He took hold of the
top of Birdie's panties and slowly pulled them downwards. Birdie's
pubic fur was exposed, a mass of dark, wet curls plastered to her skin
by the hot juices of her vaginal secretions. He tugged the backs of
the panties down to her buttocks, and Birdie lifted herself to allow
their passage. Swiftly, Joey completed their removal, and Birdie fell
back on the bed, her thighs spread wide, her sexual core fully and
completely exposed to Joey's hungry eyes.

	Kneeling there between Birdie's thighs, Joey gazed at her
exposed vulva, its labial lips pouting slightly apart. There was no
sign of the recent penetration by Birdie's wooden pleasure rod, no
sign that she had experienced the moaning ecstasy he had overheard
outside her window. Joey placed his hands on the inside of Birdie's
thighs and spread the lips apart even more, exposing the moist inner
lips. At their top was a triangle of wet pink flesh, centered by the
sensitive little protrusion of Birdie's clitoris. It appeared swollen,
its thin hood of protection slightly drawn back and exposing the very
nexus of her sexual pleasure. Joey ran a finger tip up and down
between the spread lips, tracing the line from the slit's beginning up
in her pubic hair down to the little brown rosebud of her anal
opening. Her hips squirmed in little motions in reaction to his
exploration.

	Joey placed each of Birdie's legs over one of his shoulders
and moved his hands under her buttocks, lifting her wide-spread pussy
up for his inspection. With just a tentative small lick, Joey extended
his tongue and licked the insides of Birdie's thighs, tracing the
lines that creased the juncture between thigh and vulva. At the bottom
of each stroke, Joey found an abundance of Birdie's heated sexual
flow. It seemed the more he licked it away, the more came to replace
it. There seemed to be an unending supply of the hot slick starch of
Birdie's vaginal flow. Joey loved the taste of it and its smooth
slick texture as it coated his lips and tongue.

	Birdie's labial lips, swollen and gaping open from her
arousal, drew Joey's attention. He lowered his mouth and ran his
tongue up and down the inside of one lip and then the other. As he
neared their tops, he lightly brushed his lips across the swollen
clitoris. Moving downward, Joey extended his tongue to its full length
and sought out Birdie's inner depths. Using his tongue as a probe, he
found the entrance to her hot hole, the channel into her inner sexual
recesses. He drove his tongue into the hole, plumbing its depths as
far as his tongue could extend. He pushed the tongue in and out,
acting out the motion that his throbbing penis was aching to perform.

	By this time, Birdie could stay neither still nor quiet. Her
buttocks were squirming in Joey's hands and she was lifting them even
higher, pushing them to greater contact with his pleasuring tongue.
"Ooohhh, so gooooddd. I had no idea anything could feel so good. I've
read about this, but no description could match this."

	Birdie's words drove Joey to even more intense action. He
pulled her against his mouth and sucked on her cuntal lips. He then
used the flat of his tongue and ran it up and down the gaping slash.
He paid particular attention to the bottom, running his tongue in a
circle all around the sensitive area of Birdie's rosebud. Her hips
jerked upon this contact, and she murmured, "Ummmmnnnnn, yesssss,
yessssss."

	Joey's mouth moved up to the top of Birdie's furrow where it
found Birdie's swollen throbbing clitoris. He took it between his lips
and sucked the whole area into his mouth, moving his tongue in circles
over and around her most sensitive part. Birdie's thighs clamped down
on Joey's ears and she wrapped her legs around his head, pressing
herself harder and harder against his mouth. Her hips moved up and
down, in rapid little copulative movements, and her breath came in
gasps. Birdie's hips jerked from side to side and she arched herself
completely off the bed so that only her head and shoulders remained.
"Oh, God, Joey!" Birdie shouted, "Oooohhh, oooooohhhhhhhh...
yessssss... YESSSSSSSS... yessssss... yess... yes... yes... " The
sounds were similar to what Joey had heard outside Birdie's window,
but they were more prolonged, more intense. Joey knew from that that
the pleasure she had just experienced was far better than what she had
the previous night, and he was pleased that he was the instrument of
her ecstasy.

	Birdie's legs gradually relaxed and she limply fell back on
the bed, her whole back once again in contact with it. She was still
breathing hard, little gasps as tremors still ran through her pelvis.
Joey kept his mouth on her pussy, but made just little motions,
allowing Birdie to come down from the sexual high of her orgasm.
Finally, he stopped his oral ministrations and took her legs and put
them back on the bed. He simply continued to kneel at her feet,
waiting for her to recover from the rapture that had overwhelmed her.

	Birdie's eyes fluttered open and she looked at Joey. She gave
him a weak little smile and said, "Are you still here, Joey? I thought
I was in heaven."

	Birdie lifted herself up on her elbows and then sat up,
pushing herself against Joey. He looked up into her face, and it was
almost beatific. She took his face between her hands and whispered,
"Thank you, Joey. That was so good there's no way I can describe it in
words. I have never experienced rapture such as that. Thank you, thank
you." Birdie leaned her head over and kissed Joey, parting her lips
and probing gently with her tongue. Her juice was still all over
Joey's face and she was able to taste its tangy favor. Birdie broke
the kiss and licked her lips. "So, that's what I taste like," she
said. "That's not so bad."

	"To me, it's nectar," Joey said. "It's like honey from a
hive."

	Birdie gave Joey a little peck of a kiss and said, "Stand up,
Joey. You've seen all of me, now I get to see all of you. I'm naked
and I want you naked."

	Joey stood up in front of Birdie and she reached out her hands
and took hold of the top of his shorts. She tugged them down to his
hips, but they refused to go any farther, caught by the bulging
obstruction of Joey's ramrod-hard penis. She saw the damp circle on
the front of the fabric and asked, "Did you have an orgasm already?"

	"No, not yet. I'm awfully close, though. That's just pre-cum
that's leaked out. When a guy gets sexually excited, pre-cum starts to
come out of his prick. I've been that way ever since I've been here,
so a lot has come out already. Seeing you like this has gotten me so
excited that I've just soaked the whole front of my shorts."

	Birdie seemed pleased that Joey had reacted in that way. No
boy had ever paid much attention to her before and having Joey
standing before her, his penis tenting out and soaking his shorts
because of his reaction to her thrilled her like she had never been
before. Even though she had just experienced the most profound orgasm
of her life, her desire was rekindled and began to build once again.

	With hands that trembled slightly, Birdie reached out and
undid the gripper that held the top of Joey's shorts. She spread the
shorts' waist and once again tugged them down. With more room now, the
shorts slipped past Joey's pulsating penis and exposed all of his
groin area to Birdie's view. She breathed in deeply and held her
breath upon sight of Joey's turgid cock standing straight out from his
body, its head swollen and shining from the pre-seminal flow that
coated it. "Oh, God!" Birdie whispered, exhaling and speaking almost
under her breath. "I've never seen a real penis before. All I've ever
seen is pictures, and none of them looked like this." She reached out
a hand and almost fearfully touched a finger to the throbbing shaft.
"It's so big and hard," she murmured.

	Her passion growing, Birdie stood up and kissed Joey. He
wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, his cock pressed
between their bodies. She broke the kiss and said, "Stretch out on the
bed. You gave me pleasure, now I get to return it."

	Joey lay down on his back and stretched out full length on the
bed. Birdie sat on the edge of the bed beside him. She put her hand on
his stomach and stroked it lightly. Joey's muscles quivered and
tremors ran through his torso in reaction. Her hand moved down into
his pubic hair, and she combed it with her fingers. As she touched the
base of Joey's rigid cock, it jerked and a drop of clear fluid
dribbled from its slit. Birdie put her finger in the little puddle and
spread the fluid all around the head, soaking it even more than it
was. Just as Birdie did when Joey was touching her, he raised his hips
up to Birdie's hand. He gasped at the touch and an almost guttural
"Oooohhh!" escaped his mouth. Her finger moved down to the underside
of Joey's shaft and he jerked his hips upward, muttering, "Oh, God,
Birdie, I'm so close, so close."

	Moving on her hands and knees, Birdie crawled down to the foot
of the bed at Joey's feet. Taking a leg in each hand, she spread them
apart, and then scooted up into the vee. Kneeling before Joey, she
wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked him very gently up and
down. She seemed almost mesmerized by Joey's rampant rigidity, unable
to take her eyes off the throbbing organ of his masculinity. Birdie
moved her other hand under Joey's hanging scrotum and lifted it,
weighing and measuring it, almost as if she was trying to determine
how much of his sperm it contained. She moved her finger tips over the
wrinkled scrotum skin, caressing it with light loving touches. Joey's
buttocks clenched in response, and he gasped at each little movement.

	Birdie's face moved closer and closer to Joey's sex, her eyes
glittering. She licked her lips and breathed deeply. Suddenly, she
lowered her mouth down to Joey's cock and with tongue extended,
brushed its tip across the dripping wet head. Joey could see her
evaluating the taste, trying to determine whether she like it or not.
It must have passed the test, because Birdie lowered her mouth and
engulfed the whole head, licking all over it, lapping up Joey's male
lubrication. Joey gasped and arched his back upwards. Two more inches
of cock disappeared in Birdie's mouth, and she laved all of it with a
tongue bath. Birdie pulled her head up and looked at Joey, saying,
"I've read about this, and I've always wondered what it would be like.
Now I've found out. Does it feel good? Am I doing it right?"

	Joey remembered the time outside Birdie's window when she had
sucked on the head of her wooden cock and how he had longed for it to
be his cock in her mouth. Now it was his, and she was sucking on it
like a Popsicle, just as she had done then. Joey answered and said,
"Oooh, yes. You're doing it just right. But I told you I'm awful
close to coming. If you keep that up, you're going to end up with a
mouthful of come."

	Birdie grinned a little crooked grin and whispered, "I told
you I wanted to learn EVERYTHING, didn't I?" Without waiting for an
answer, she moved her mouth back down and filled it with cock.

	Birdie was a natural-born fellatrix, and she was giving Joey
the best blow job he had ever had. It was hard for him to believe she
had never even seen a real cock before. He decided that she must have
practiced a lot on that wooden cock of hers to be able to give him the
kind of pleasure he was experiencing.

	Birdie bobbed her head up and down on Joey's shaft, sucking
hard and lapping her tongue over and around the head. Joey groaned in
pleasure, moving his hips up and down, perfectly matching Birdie's
head movement. Her mouth was a hot, wet suction pump, drawing on
Joey's organ. Birdie moved her hands between Joey's thighs and stroked
his smooth skin and caressed his scrotum, gently cupping and massaging
the treasures it contained. She moved one hand up to Joey's belly and
rubbed it, each of her hands now working in unison with the motions of
her mouth and tongue.

	Joey's stomach muscles tightened and his balls drew up into a
tight knot. He raised his hips up off the bed, driving more of his
cock into Birdie's suctioning mouth. Driven my Joey's nearing orgasm,
Birdie gulped down even more of his cock, taking it almost to its
base. He pushed his hips and back high in the air and held them there.
"Oh, God, Birdie! Her it comes! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

	Birdie increased her mouth action on Joey's throbbing shaft
and took a hand and stroked it up and down. That was the final straw
for Joey, and he exploded into Birdie's mouth. The shaft jerked and
lunged as Joey's semen jetted out in hot spurts. Birdie took them
fully into her mouth, swallowing and gulping. Having been pent up for
so long, though, the flow was too copious for her, and come flowed
over her lips and covered her hand and Joey's shaft.

	Joey felt he had never come so much before in his life. It
just kept spurting and spurting. Birdie continued to swallow, trying
to take as much of the flow as possible. Gradually, the spurts grew
weaker. Then they stopped completely. Joey slowly lowered himself back
down to the bed, spent, completely satiated. Birdie followed him
downward, holding his cock in her mouth, gently sucking on it. It grew
less rigid, subsiding to only a half erection. Birdie slowly released
Joey's cock from her mouth, and then licked along the length of it,
licking up the semen that flowed over it. Her tongue delved down into
the pubic hair and sought out the come that soaked that area. Birdie
took her hand from Joey's shaft and like a cat licking its fur, she
licked off the come that flowed over its surface. Finally, with a
finger she took a little rivulet of come that had dribbled down her
chin and pushed it into her mouth.

	Joey lay there, completely relaxed, and watched Birdie in awe.
He could hardly believe her sensuality, her capacity for sexual
pleasure. With feelings mixed of both lust and tenderness, Joey held
out his arms to Birdie. She lay down beside him and snuggled up close
to him. They lay nestled in each others arms, pleased and satisfied,
each knowing they had given of self for the other's pleasure. Totally
relaxed, they drifted off to sleep.