Chapter 2
The Lesson
"This is Professor Charles. I'm organizing a seminar for a small group of pupils on a subject that is of interest to you. It's tomorrow at three at my place. Please be punctual."
I recognized Charlotte's voice. But she put the phone down before I had a chance to ask any questions.
When I arrived at Charlotte's apartment the following day, there were already two boys, about my age, whom I had never met before. With their help, Charlotte had rearranged the furniture. The back wall had been completely cleared and the sofa and armchairs had been arranged in one row, facing the wall. Halfway between the wall and the row of seats was the easy chair which Charlotte and I had used many times in our sex bouts. It was fully reclined to leave whoever would sit in it in an almost horizontal position.
Charlotte just said, "Ah, Laporte, I'm glad you could make it. We're just waiting for one more student, then we'll start."
I assumed that she used my last name to imply some distance; she probably didn't want the others to know about our relationship.
The two boys were quite shy and nothing out of the ordinary. I tried to start a conversation with them and found out that their names were Serge and Philippe. Serge had a nice smile but said hardly a word. Philippe kept staring at my breasts - I wasn't wearing a bra, obeying Charlotte's rule - but as soon as he realized that I had noticed, he blushed and looked away.
When the last student - her name was Beatrice - arrived, Charlotte told us to sit down and went to draw the curtains of the front window, leaving the room in semi-darkness. Apparently she didn't want any passers-by to see what was about to happen. I sat down on the sofa next to Beatrice while the two boys sat in the armchairs either side of us.
Beatrice had a very pretty face, framed by blonde, curly hair. Her tight jeans and pullover made her figure appear quite shapely. To my surprise none of the 'pupils' had met any of the others before.
Charlotte went to the front and addressed her audience. "Welcome, boys and girls, to Professor Charles's lesson on growing up. We not only tell you everything you always wanted to know but were afraid to ask, we demonstrate it on a live specimen and provide the opportunity for hands-on exercises."
She was obviously enjoying herself in her role as the one who would tell us poor sods the facts of life. She even had one of those pointers which teachers use to indicate whatever they are talking about.
"Now, I'll ask our volunteer to join me. Laporte, take off your clothes and come to the front."
I was quite taken aback by this request. I hadn't volunteered for anything and felt quite apprehensive about letting those boys see my naked breasts. But as I had learned to follow her orders I took off my blouse and skirt and joined Charlotte at the wall in front of the others.
"All your clothes, silly! And haven't I told you before to get rid off those woolly knickers? They're an absolute turn-off."
The others, probably relieved that it was me and not them who had been selected as the 'live specimen', found her remarks hilarious and laughed out loud. I quickly took off my panties, becoming even more apprehensive, and rejoined her in front of the group, looking at her.
"Face the class, dummy!" she said.
As I turned towards the group, she switched on a spotlight which shone right at me. The light in my eyes dazzled me and I felt deeply embarrassed about being exhibited to strangers like this. I tried to cover myself as best I could by placing one arm and hand over my breasts and the other between my legs to cover my sex. Charlotte didn't seem to object to this, at least not at the moment. She had turned towards her audience again and continued her discourse.
"What we have here, is a female of the species 'teenager', also known as budding female. It may not look like it, but this is an extremely complex organism which so far nobody fully understands, least of all the budding female herself. However, for the purpose of this class we only need to focus on a few aspects of the species. You are probably already familiar with most of them. So what do we call these?"
With these words she turned towards me, impatiently removed the hand which was covering my breasts and circled them with her pointer.
"Breasts," came a shy reply from somewhere in the group.
"Yes, or tits," Charlotte said. "And these?" This time she flicked her pointer over my nipples.
"Nipples," said another voice, already a little less shy.
"Knockers," said Charlotte, making me turn around and slapping her pointer across my buttocks. "What's that?" she asked.
"Bottom." This time, there were two, maybe three voices pronouncing the word.
"Ass," Charlotte said, turning me to face the group again and removing the hand with which I had been covering my sex.
"And now for the most important one," Charlotte announced, waving her pointer vaguely in that direction.
"Pussy," shouted the group in unison, having caught on to the fact that Charlotte wasn't looking for scientific names.
"Correct," said Charlotte, "but there's another name I'm looking for. No, don't tell me, I'll ask our specimen here."
And turning to me she said, "Well, Laporte, you haven't said a single word. Has the pussy got your tongue?"
This remark got more laughter from the group.
"Can you tell us what this is called?" and with this she stabbed her pointer at my pussy, briefly inserting its tip between my pussy lips and forcing them apart.
"Cunt," I replied, almost inaudibly.
"I want a full sentence, and louder, please," she said, stabbing again, forcing my lips to open a little wider.
"This is my cunt," came my reply, a little louder this time.
"That's better, but you forgot to tell us something about it."
I didn't know what she was getting at.
"Well, I'll give you a hint. It's wet, isn't it?"
Feeling more blood rush to my face, I said as loud as I could manage, "This is my soaking wet cunt."
This declaration produced roaring laughter from the group. I had never felt so humiliated in my whole life. I looked down at the floor, wishing I could somehow disappear through a gap in the floorboards. But in spite of this feeling of embarrassment there was something arousing in the situation. The fact that I was so powerless, so vulnerable, made me feel excited. I felt like I really was a sex slave, exposed to potential customers, to be sold off to the highest bidder. And there was no way of knowing what else my master had in store for me.
Charlotte continued her performance. "Now let's look at a male specimen," she said. "Philippe, would you give us the honour of your presence - without clothes, please."
I tried to return to my place on the sofa, but Charlotte stopped me. So I just moved to the side to let Philippe take centre stage. I was feeling a little more at ease now, seeing that I wasn't going to be the only one who would be exhibited to the group. I had even stopped covering myself with my hands
Philippe arrived with a big smile, his stiff penis sticking out from beneath his belly, pointing upward at an angle. He used the chance to have a good look at my breasts and pussy, this time without blushing. It seemed that he fancied his chances of getting into my knickers, so to speak.
I also used the opportunity to have a closer look at his member. After all, this was the first time I saw a 'live specimen'. I had seen pictures of huge cocks in Charlotte's magazines. And once, peeking through a slit into the men's changing room at the local swimming pool, I had caught a glimpse of some limp members of average size. But now was the first time I got within touching distance of the real thing. My impression was that this one wasn't anywhere near as big and terrifying as the ones I had seen in the porno magazines. I found it quite thin, although it was fairly long and seemed to be very hard.
Philippe didn't wait for Charlotte to ask anything but proclaimed proudly, "This is my big cock."
I was sure Charlotte would soon wipe the smile off his face. At first, she seemed to ignore his impertinence when she resumed her discourse.
"As you can see, the male version is far more simple. All there is to it, is the cock. Without his cock, the male is useless."
"Tell me," she asked, using her pointer to exert downward pressure on Philippe's erection, "is this its normal state?"
"Only when I feel randy," Philippe replied.
"Which must be about ninety percent of the time," came Charlotte's riposte. "Any chance of getting it into its normal, unrandy state?"
"Only after I shoot my load," Philippe said with a smirk.
"Well, we'll see about that in a moment."
Charlotte sent me to the kitchen to fetch a jug of cold water and a bucket. Then she told me to hold the bucket underneath Philippe's penis to catch the water as she poured cold water on his erection. It took a second jug, but in the end his manhood which he had displayed so proudly was hanging limp and dripping wet between his legs.
Charlotte said, "Now repeat after me: 'This is my tiny limp prick.'" Philippe had no choice but to do as he was told. This time he was the one being laughed at, but somehow the laughter wasn't as uproarious as before. The two 'pupils' who were still fully dressed probably realized that nobody would escape Charlotte's wicked sense of humour and that soon it would be their turn.
"Let's talk about arousal," she picked up the thread. "How do you arouse the male?"
"Show him pictures of naked females." This was Beatrice, who had been very quiet so far.
"Very good. Or even better: show him a real naked female."
Somehow I assumed that this was the instruction for Beatrice to get undressed, kind of as an ironic reward for her cooperation, but my ordeal wasn't over yet. Charlotte turned Philippe and me around so that we were facing each other and told him to have a good look at this naked female, but he wasn't allowed to touch me - yet. This hint that he might be able to get his hands on me later must have had a very stimulating effect on him, because it took only a few minutes and he was sporting a full erection again. At least I didn't think that just looking at my naked body could have had this effect on him.
Charlotte continued her lecture while this was happening.
"It's very easy to tell when the male is aroused. All you need to do is look at his cock. Sometimes you don't even need to take off his clothes. You can tell from the bulge in his trousers."
With these words she brought her pointer down on Serge's crotch. He was completely unprepared for this sudden attack.
"The female is very sensitive to touch," said Charlotte now.
She had told Philippe to return to his seat and moved me back into the spotlight, facing the group.
"There are a number of erogenous zones distributed all over her body and stimulating these will heighten her arousal. We're not only talking about tits and pussy here, there are many others and they may vary from female to female. The lips, neck, shoulders and ear lobes are just a few of them. When a female is really hot, every inch of her skin becomes excitable."
While she was talking, Charlotte had placed herself behind me and had started to caress my body with her hands. Now she started to kiss my neck and shoulders and stimulate my earlobes with her tongue. Then she bent down and took one of my nipples into her mouth while she squeezed the other one between two fingers. I couldn't help it. I reacted to her caresses and let out a deep moan of desire.
"When the female is stimulated like this," Charlotte continued, "a message is sent straight here," - she placed a hand on my sex, thrusting one finger inside - "and her pussy gets wet."
Now she removed her finger and held it up so that everybody could see how wet it was. Once again, my excitement was mixed with a feeling of embarrassment.
"Some males believe quite wrongly that this means the female has reached a climax as a result of the stimulation. That's nonsense, of course. It simply means that she's getting ready for penetration by the male. It's a bit like our mouth producing saliva when we are about to eat. Pussy juices are nothing else than a lubricant, a self-protection against pain and injury by the male.
"That's why stimulation and arousal of the female before you shove your prick inside her is so important. The message to the males out there is this: Don't even think of taking your girl's knickers off if you haven't managed to make her wet them."
"Now we come to the practical part of this lesson. You'll all have a chance to practice your theoretical knowledge on our live specimen here. You've got five minutes each."
Charlotte had decided to humiliate me even more by allowing complete strangers to touch the most intimate parts of my body as part of a 'hands-on exercise'. She knew that I was already so excited that I would respond to even the most clumsy attempts at stimulation and would appear to everybody as the bitch in heat she always told me I was. But as it was Charlotte, my master, who gave them permission to touch me, there was no way I could refuse or object.
Philippe would be the first one to try out his skills on me. He approached me, his stiff penis waving in front of him like a flagpole without flag. He surprised me by trying to be gentle. Of course, he was eager to give the impression that he was an experienced lover and that all this was nothing new to him. He embraced me, pressing his naked body against mine. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against my belly. He grabbed my buttocks and pulled me even tighter to him.
When he French-kissed me I could feel that his excitement was mounting and became worried that he might spurt his semen against my belly. Without taking his mouth from mine he used one hand to pinch my nipples. Then he inserted his other hand between my legs and declared, "Soaking wet pussy. She's salivating for my cock."
To tell the truth, his efforts, clumsy as they may have been, were not without effect on me. After all, this was the most intimate I had ever been with any boy - and it happened in full view of an eager audience.
Serge was going to be next. He decided that it would be more appropriate if he took off his clothes as well, so he stripped quickly before he joined me in front of the group.
His cock, was - not surprisingly - also fully erect. It was thicker but a little shorter then Philippe's. I noticed that he was circumcised which made the swollen head of his member fully visible. He stepped behind me, grabbed my breasts and squeezed my nipples between his fingers. At the same time he kissed my neck and shoulders and pressed his stiff cock against me. Without needing any help, it found a comfortable place between my bottom cheeks.
I imagined what this scene must have looked like to the onlookers: a male taking his female prey from behind while kissing her and fondling her breasts. Gradually, Serge moved one hand down to my pussy, caressing my body on the way. After stroking my pussy for a while he knelt down in front of me and kissed my pussy, running his tongue up and down my slit. I liked his timid kisses, but I wanted more and pressed his head against my sex.
When his five minutes were over, he stood up and said, "Thank you." I started to like this guy. As he returned to his seat there were cheers from Philippe.
"Your turn, Beatrice," Charlotte shouted because the girl had not made any move.
"But I'm a girl ... I mean ... a female."
"Females also need to learn. Come on, she won't bite you."
Beatrice came towards me and hugged me. "You are very beautiful - and very brave," she whispered into my ear. I liked the touch of her soft, shapely body against mine, but it felt a little awkward that she was fully dressed. As she stroked and kissed me I thought of Charlotte's theory that only a woman knows the female body well enough to give another woman the maximum pleasure. Her hands and mouth on my body made me swoon with delight. And the boys seemed to enjoy the scene as well, clapping and calling us 'horny bitches'.
At one point Beatrice inserted a finger into my pussy but then quickly withdrew it, saying, "But you're a virgin!" I didn't quite know how to interpret her surprise. Did she think that someone as lewd as me couldn't possibly be a virgin, or had she lost her own virginity quite some time ago and assumed everybody else had as well? Anyway, I was pretty sure that the boys were still virgins, just like me. It seemed to me that angel-faced Beatrice had a lot more experience than her innocent appearance would suggest.
"In real life, stimulation doesn't stop after five minutes. You continue stimulating your partner until he or she comes. Of course, you don't always have a partner. In that case you stimulate yourself until you reach your climax - I believe you're all familiar with that bit."
Charlotte took my arm and moved me into the centre of the room. "In spite of your joint efforts, our volunteer hasn't had her deserved orgasm yet. So she'll do it herself and she'll let us watch her as she does it. Then she'll bring her fellow students to a climax, one by one."
It seemed that there was no end in sight to my ordeal. Now she wanted me to perform my most intimate ritual, touching myself and making myself come, here in front of everybody. And I had no idea what she had in mind when she said I would bring them one by one to a climax. Charlotte motioned me to the easy chair and made me sit, or rather lie, on it. The spotlight was moved around to shine on the lower part of my body.
"Before you start, I want to point out another important detail about the female anatomy," said Charlotte and made me spread my legs wide. Then, using two fingers, she pushed my pussy lips apart to bring my clitoris into view.
"This little fellow here, sitting just on top of the front entrance, is the clitoris, or just clit. This is the control centre of female sexuality, the turbo button to orgasm," she declared.
"The members of the penetration conspiration want us to believe that the female has an orgasm because the male shoves his cock into her pussy, or because he keeps moving it in and out. There are even many females who have been brainwashed into believing this. The truth is that when the male enters the female, particularly when he's on top, he exerts pressure on the clitoris, he pushes, squeezes and rubs against it, and it's that stimulation that makes the female come. Therefore, when the female pleasures herself, she has no need to stick any penis-like objects into her pussy, she goes straight to the love button for maximum effect."
After this explanation Charlotte told me to start touching myself.
I felt very strange. Of course, I had done this many times in the privacy of my room. I had also done it often in front of Charlotte when she wanted to watch me. But this was different. Particularly the presence of the boys made me self-conscious. I decided to dedicate my performance to Beatrice. I turned in her direction, looking for eye contact. Our eyes remained locked into each other while I played with myself. First, I wetted one finger with a little saliva and made circular movements around my left nipple which hardened immediately. Then, I inserted the finger into my pussy and made the same circular movements around my right nipple. Soon my hands were all over my body, caressing my breasts, sliding along my belly towards my love triangle.
I slid two fingers inside me, then pulled them out again and put them into my mouth, enjoying a taste of my own pussy. I looked at Beatrice to make sure she was watching. It was meant as an invitation to come and get a taste herself. She didn't move from her place on the sofa - I hadn't really expected her to get up and join me - but she kept watching me intently, as I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, then prised the lips apart and played with my clitoris. The movement of my fingers became faster and faster until I was frantically rubbing my clitoris. When my orgasm came, it felt so good, I continued stimulating myself until I reached a second and a third, each one more satisfying than the one before. My insatiable appetite had simply taken control of me and I had lost any feeling of shame.
Charlotte used the opportunity for another lecture. "As you can see, an excited female can have multiple orgasms, one after the other. Her desire does not diminish after she comes. In fact, this one here could probably go on all afternoon without stopping. The male, as we shall see shortly, loses his erection and with it his interest for sex, at least for a while. He needs some time to recover before he can perform again and this recovery time becomes longer each time. You see, the so-called stronger sex is really quite weak when it comes to sex."
When I got up from the chair, Beatrice blew me a gentle kiss. This little gesture made me feel so good, I didn't even mind when Charlotte announced that next I had to get the two males to their climax. Charlotte made Philippe sit down in the hot seat after she had covered it with a towel to protect her favourite chair from any spillage. Then she ordered me to masturbate him.
In spite of Charlotte's tirades against men and their stupid cocks and Philippe being a prime candidate for proving her right, I felt a certain attraction towards these hard rods which were protruding from between the boys' legs. I had already felt them pressed against my naked body and started to wonder what it might feel like to have one of them inside my pussy.
Philippe, who had probably never before felt a female hand on his cock got so excited he could hardly contain himself. Although this was new territory for me as well, I knew instinctively what to do. I pulled his foreskin back to reveal the swollen head. When I circled the head with my finger, Philippe started to moan. There was a danger that he would shoot his load before I had started in earnest. So I started moving my hand up and down his rock-hard shaft, very slowly, to make it last. But he was just too excited to hold back and after only a few minutes he shot a load of hot semen into the air. Some of it fell back onto my hand, some on his legs and some on the towel. It did not take long for his manhood to soften and shrink in my hand. I went quickly to the bathroom to wash my hands.
When I returned, Charlotte offered Serge, who would be next, the choice of sitting down or remaining on his feet. He chose to be stimulated standing up. What I didn't know - I probably missed it when I went to the bathroom - was that I was to stimulate him with my mouth, not with my hands. So when I knelt down on Serge's side and put my hand around his erection, Charlotte ordered sharply, "No hands, just your mouth." 'She has decided to make me look a complete slut,' I thought to myself.
My mind flashed back to the kinky magazines where I had seen pictures and read vivid descriptions of women sucking off men and tried to do exactly what I had read. I positioned myself to face Serge, who probably couldn't believe his luck, and started by licking the drop of pre-come from his cock. This subtle touch must have excited him very much as he let out a moan. In order to cool things down, I ran my tongue along his shaft and sucked his hairy balls into my mouth. Then I slipped my lips over his cock, caressing the head with my tongue. This made Serge even more excited. Impatiently he pressed my head against him, pushing the whole length of his cock into my mouth.
I moved my head back and forth, running my lips up and down his shaft, first very slowly then getting faster and faster. Soon he let out a scream and filled my mouth with spurt after spurt of his hot juices. I swallowed every salty drop of it, sucking and squeezing his cock for more. I only released his cock from my mouth after it had gone soft.
At last, it was Beatrice's turn to strip. She undid her jeans and pulled them down, not without difficulties, because they were so tight. Then she pulled the pullover over her head. Underneath she wore a bra and panty combination, dark red, the colour of burgundy, which looked very elegant on her. The bra was strapless and the panties were of the high cut type which accentuated the length of her legs. There was only a slim piece of textile covering her sex. Beatrice reached behind her to unfasten her bra when Charlotte stopped her.
"Hold it for a moment! I hate to stop a girl getting undressed, but there's something here for everybody to learn. What we have here is a female, who looked very attractive with her clothes on and who looks absolutely gorgeous in her underwear."
Beatrice blushed at the compliment.
"But the transition from one to the other was a disaster. When you go out to have fun, you must wear clothes which can be removed gradually and easily. A blouse, that can be unbuttoned, a skirt that can be pulled down, a dress that can be lifted, not a combat suit as you were wearing."
"And," she continued, "too much underwear can also be a hindrance. What is the reason, if I may ask, for wearing this chest armour?"
Charlotte waved her pointer across Beatrice's bra. The boys giggled.
"Well, you see," stammered Beatrice, having difficulties finding the right words, "my nipples are very sensitive and if they get in contact with rough material like that pullover, they get very stiff. And as the pullover is very tight, they would stick out like sore thumbs and everybody would be able to see how aroused I am."
Charlotte wouldn't let her off that lightly. "What's the point of having nipples if you don't want them to get hard? And what's the point of being horny if nobody else knows it. So, take off that bra and don't ever wear it again."
When Beatrice removed the garment, two perfectly shaped mounds of flesh bounced to freedom. They were bigger than the bra had made us believe and they obviously didn't need any support. Each breast was crowned by a completely erect pink nipple to combine with Beatrice's fair skin. There was a wolf whistle from Philippe, who insisted on playing the role of the Neanderthal macho.
After putting her bra on the pile of her other clothes, Beatrice hesitated. Looking at Charlotte, she said, "If you don't mind, I'd rather not take off my panties. We have already seen what a pussy looks like, so there is no need ..."
There was no way Charlotte would let her get away with this, or even let her finish her plea.
"What makes you think you're special? Everybody here 'would rather not' do this or that. So, don't try my patience, young lady, and off with those kickers."
Beatrice found it necessary to give it another try.
"It's just that I feel very embarrassed about my pussy and I wouldn't want anybody to look at it and get a bad impression of me."
"Nonsense," Charlotte said, growing increasingly impatient, "nobody here will get a bad impression of you because of your pussy. Now, get on with it, or I'll do it for you!"
Seeing that there was no way of avoiding it, Beatrice proceeded to remove her panties. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic band and slowly pushed down the garment. As she moved down further and further, a gasp went around the room. Everybody was on their feet, watching.
The pussy which was being revealed to us was completely and absolutely without hair. It was as smooth as a baby's bottom. In fact, I was sure that it was treated regularly with baby oil, so smooth did it look. It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen in my life. This pussy was so innocent, yet so wicked, so defenceless, yet so powerful, so vulnerable, so open to inspection, so accessible - so beautiful and so naked. More naked than any other pussy.
There was no place to hide, no way of denying the fact that Beatrice was very excited and was getting more and more aroused from the attention she received. The moisture which oozed from her vagina glistened in the light. Her pussy lips were puffed up and slightly apart and her clitoris was poking its head through the gap. There was stunned silence in the room.
Charlotte was the first to regain her composure. After all, she was the authority around here. She ordered Beatrice to sit in the easy chair and spread her legs wide. She trained the spotlight on Beatrice's pussy so that everybody could have an even better look at it. Then she declared, "As we can see, this female specimen has removed all the pubic hair from the mons veneris." She had been shaken so much that she even started to use formal language.
"Tell me, did you shave it or did you use a commercial product?" She tried to sound like an expert on the matter.
"I shave regularly, two or three times a week."
"And what made you decide to do this?"
"Well, it's not that easy to explain. Roughly at the same time hair started to appear on my pussy, I also started to feel an itch between my legs and I was always excited. I did not understand what was going on so I decided to shave off the hair, hoping this would fix things. But it didn't, on the contrary, I got more and more excited. Then I found a way of touching myself which gave me great pleasure and relief. But I found it was much better without any hair getting in the way, so I continue to shave my pussy."
"Do you shave it yourself or do you ask someone else to do it?"
"I do it myself, in front of a big mirror, sitting in a chair like this. I'm much too shy to let anybody else see me like this. Well, I was, until today."
"What do you use?"
"Lots of shaving foam and an old-fashioned barber's blade. They are the best. Those newfangled razors, particularly those especially made for women, aren't any good. They don't give me a smooth enough shave. Afterwards I rub it all with baby oil. That's very, very nice."
She closed her eyes and smiled, probably recalling the sensation of her hands rubbing baby oil all over her pussy. I could hardly contain my excitement.
"Aren't you afraid that you might cut yourself?"
"I was in the beginning, but I'm very, very careful. It's the part of my body I like most."
Charlotte's attitude had changed completely from the authoritarian know-it-all teacher to a soul sister exchanging ideas about what to wear under your underwear. But she soon recovered her old stance.
"Well, enough of this idle chatter about ladies' fashion. Let's move on with the show. We'll now have a demonstration of a female bringing another female to a climax. Laporte, show us your skills."
My heart was pounding so hard when I heard these words that I wondered if the others could hear it as well. I just couldn't believe my luck. Oh, how I longed to plunge my tongue into this fascinating pussy. I had been worried that Charlotte might give the girl to one of the boys, which would have been devastating for me, but now I was eager to show myself worthy of the task.
I was going to make this girl with a woman's body and a baby's pussy experience pleasures she had never experienced before. I was going to show her a piece of heaven on earth. I was going to make her squirm and moan and beg for more. Any embarrassment about my nakedness, any concern that others might consider me a slut for performing such lewd acts in front of everybody, had gone out of the window.
I made an effort to appear cool and relaxed and not to let on how excited I was. I had decided that I wasn't going to use my hands to stimulate her. I wanted to make her come just using my lips, my tongue and, who knows, maybe my teeth.
I pulled Beatrice up from the chair where she had been reclining and embraced her tightly. "You are so sexy," I whispered into her ear, "I'm going to make love to you the way you deserve." I ran my fingers through her curly blonde hair and covered her face with quick little kisses. When I kissed her mouth, she willingly opened her lips and allowed my tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. She responded eagerly to my kisses, pulling my hot body towards her.
After a while, I arched back a little, pressing my breasts against hers, aiming for our nipples to meet. It made a lovely picture; her fully rounded breasts against my not yet fully developed couple. Her small pink nipples contrasted nicely with my darker, larger nipples which had become extremely hard, sticking out like little fingers. Then I rubbed my sex against her shaven pussy, wondering how it might feel when the curls of my neatly trimmed triangle made contact with the tender flesh of her shaved mound. Next, I pressed one leg between her legs, forcing them slightly apart and rubbing my thigh against her pussy. I could feel the moisture seeping from her lips, noting to my satisfaction that she was as excited as I was.
I motioned Beatrice back into the easy chair and made sure that her legs were spread wide and that everybody could have a clear view of her luscious pussy. I knew that the sensation of being exposed to everyone's eyes would add to her excitement. I continued to cover her with kisses, starting with her neck and shoulders and working my way slowly towards her breasts.
She lay back and enjoyed the treatment, emitting little moans of pleasure. The moans grew louder when I reached her nipples. These little morsels of flesh were extremely sensitive. The slightest touch made her squirm in the chair. I kissed her left breast and sucked it into my mouth. Then I ran the tip of my tongue around the nipple and finally gave it a few short sharp flicks. She went absolutely crazy. Her head moved frantically from side to side, both hands tightly gripping the armrests of the chair as if she were afraid to fall off. She was obviously about to reach an orgasm. I wanted to take this a little further. I took her nipple between my teeth, very gently, as I had no desire to hurt her.
"Oh no, no, please, please don't," she begged without sounding very convincing. It sounded more like a plea to continue than a request to stop. I had probably discovered one of her secret desires. I firmed my grip of her nipple and pulled it towards me, ever so slightly. Her body arched, then shuddered, and with a resounding "Aaaaahhhhhh" she came.
I allowed Beatrice a little time to recover, then I gave her right breast the same treatment. This time she didn't even ask me to stop when I firmed my teeth around her nipple but came just as noisily as the first time.
When I got up from my kneeling position, Beatrice protested loudly. "Don't stop now! Please! I need more!"
I had no intention of stopping. I just wanted to prepare my next attack in a different position. For this, I lifted her legs over her head and told her to hold them in this position with her hands, spreading her legs wide apart. Her body was now practically doubled up, her pussy even more exposed than before, and the tiny pink rosette of her anus also came into view. This time I started to trail my mouth along her long shapely legs. Starting from where her hands were holding them and moving slowly towards her exposed pussy, I covered every inch with little kisses. When I reached the point where the leg joins the body, I stopped and covered the other leg with kisses. I kissed her belly, the parts of her buttocks that were accessible, I even flicked my tongue around the little pink hole of her rear entry; everything within inches of her pussy without ever touching it.
I realized how much power I had over my victim. I was in complete control. It was my decision how long I would let her excitement build up and it was my decision when she would reach her next orgasm. But as I was making her excitement grow ever so slowly, her pussy aching more and more for attention, I was also torturing myself. I delayed my first taste of her little honey pot until I was no longer able to bear it.
I felt that Beatrice would be more comfortable with her legs stretched out, so I allowed her to release her grip and placed her legs on the floor, positioning myself between them. The first contact of my mouth on her pussy lips was greeted with a resounding "Yes!"
It was a wonderful sensation. Her pussy had a sweet taste with a hint of cinnamon. What a pleasure it was to make love to this willing female who responded so avidly to the slightest touch, who was craving for my kisses and caresses and who made no secret of how much she was enjoying it all. I slid my tongue slowly all the way along her slit and was rewarded with a long deep moan. I kept moving back and forth, applying a little more pressure each time, gradually forcing my tongue inside her.
My tongue went into overdrive. It was licking and flicking, lashing and stabbing. It explored every crevice of the beautiful open slit below me, causing the girl to writhe in her chair, to contort her body so that her seething hot pussy got the maximum benefit from my efforts.
With the help of my fingers, I opened her pussy lips wide, so that her clitoris was completely accessible. It reminded me of some text I had read which stated that the clitoris was the female penis. This one certainly stuck out like a little finger. When I put my lips around it, Beatrice's whole body jerked and she experienced another powerful orgasm. This was obviously hot stuff. I tried to stimulate her as gently as possible but every contact of my lips or tongue on her clitoris sent her closer to screaming ecstasy.
Charlotte had told us that the clitoris was the control centre for the female sexuality, but this sexy female was completely out of control because of the things I was doing to her clitoris. Her orgasms had become a continuous flow. Her head was thrashing from left to right, her knuckles were white, so tightly was she holding on to the armrests. Her breathing had become heavy, she was gasping for air like a long distance runner approaching the home straight. Her back was arched to bring her pussy closer to my mouth.
I realized that this, like all good things, would have to come to an end, but I wanted to end it in style. With her pussy lips spread wide apart I lowered my mouth onto her pussy, grabbed her clitoris with my teeth and gave it a short, sharp jerk. Beatrice let out an enormous shriek and came to an earth-shattering orgasm, flooding my mouth with her juices. Exhausted, she relaxed back onto the chair.
There was complete silence. A series of heat waves had passed through my body, especially my pussy. I felt so hot and wet, it would not have surprised me to see steam rising from between my legs. When I finally lifted my head from Beatrice's dripping pussy, the boys and their pricks gave me a standing ovation. Even Charlotte nodded her approval.
The boys had recovered their erections and were obviously very excited by what they had seen. They probably figured that, next, they would get a chance to fuck the two horny females. At this stage I was feeling so hot, I would not have objected if Charlotte had allowed either of them, or even both, to take me.
I don't know if this had been part of Charlotte's original plan, but I could see that my bold performance had cracked her façade of the detached teacher. She wanted relief for her own excitement and could no longer play the stern authority. So she decided to cut the lesson short.
"That's all we have time for today. Maybe we'll have an opportunity to learn some more another time. You can get dressed now. Class dismissed."
The boys voiced their disappointment loudly. They would have quite a job getting their stiff cocks back into their trousers. I made a move towards my pile of clothes but Charlotte stopped me in my tracks, shouting, "Laporte, you stay behind. And don't bother to get dressed." Beatrice came towards me, embraced me and kissed my face, still wet from her juices. "Thank you very much," she said, "you were fantastic!" She did not put on her bra and even left her sexy panties behind.
One of the boys, probably Philippe, shouted on his way out, "Enjoy yourself, Jacqueline."
I replied, "Thanks, you too." I was sure that the three would continue the 'lesson' somewhere else. After the display of wanton lust Beatrice had given, there was no way that she could now deny the boys their requests.
As soon as the door had closed, Charlotte tore off her clothes, flopped down on the easy chair and said, "Christ, I'm so hot! I need your expert touch. Come here."
My pussy, too, was begging for relief, but I had been able to masturbate while Charlotte had had no choice but to play her role as the teacher. She was as hot and wet as I and it didn't take very long for her to be swooning with delight under my skilful hands and mouth. Very soon we were rolling on the floor in a 69 position, taking turns in being on top. I couldn't imagine anything better than eating a juicy pussy while having an eager mouth on mine.
After we had calmed down, I felt it was time to voice my complaints.
"Why do you humiliate me so much? Why did you let these boys touch my most intimate parts? Why do you make me do all these nasty things?"
She wasn't going to give me any comfort.
"Now listen, you ungrateful bitch. Number one: you're my sex slave, so you do what I tell you and I don't owe you any explanation or justification. Number two: it's all for your own good. I want you to get lots of practice in a safe environment so you don't make a fool of yourself when things happen to you in real life. And finally: don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself, especially when you were all over that shaven pussy. I've never seen you that voracious."
I had to admit that she was right, particularly on her last point. Charlotte continued, now in a more conciliatory mood.
"This girl really was a peach. It's a shame I don't know how to get in contact with her. Otherwise I would invite her around for some private lessons." She noticed that I was getting apprehensive about being replaced by another sex slave, so she added, "Or maybe we could have a threesome."
I got curious about how she had invited Beatrice if she didn't have her address or telephone number.
"Oh, it was all arranged in secrecy, no addresses, no phone numbers - I don't even know if the names they gave me are real."
After a while she said, "Oh well, tomorrow I'll buy all the necessary stuff and then I'll shave your pussy so I can find out what it's like to eat a shaven pussy. And then I'll let you shave mine so I know what that feels like, too."
On my way home that evening, while trying desperately to find a credible excuse for having missed dinner, I cast my mind back to the events of the afternoon. The closer I got to my parents' house the more I was convinced that I had committed some despicable sins and that I would roast in hell for them. I was as confused as ever.