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 ï>¿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 ,¢
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 ,¢ 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.