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The Arts of Korean Nursing 
by Mark Stevens (ideologic@juno.com)

***

This story is based upon my experiences in South Korea. 
(MF, rom, asian) 

***

Introduction During the early 1980's I lived and worked 
for a year in Korea, in a small provincial capital as a 
professor in a nursing school. I was taking a year off 
before finishing my medical residency, and I wanted to 
get some non-Western hands-on experience to go with my 
training. At the nursing school, my official duties 
included teaching several courses for the nurses, plus 
English conversation. However, it came to include much 
more than that. 

***

My daily schedule was not rigorous. I could arrive by 
10:00 and leave most days at 2:00. I lived in a modest 
2-bedroom apartment five minutes' walk from campus. 

My students were among the best I had ever had. They 
were mostly young country women, 18- 25, who came from 
the outlying farms, and thus had high motivation to get 
an education that would afford them a different life 
than farming. Plus, they were interested in linking up 
with men from the local colleges. 

In the classes I taught, I came to know several of the 
young women very well. While they were shy around me 
(since I was one of the few men at the college, and 
since their experience with men was limited), I came to 
know three women better than the others. 

During class, these three would call me "Professor" and 
I would call them "Miss Kang" or "Miss Kim". But after 
class, they would call me by my first name and I would 
call them by theirs. Pretty soon, the awkwardness of 
such familiarity wore off, and we became good friends. 
Sometimes the four of us would go out together; other 
times just two or three of us would eat, pack a picnic 
or see a movie together. 

Kyong was the oldest, a very slender and tall woman 24 
years old, with long black hair that turned a 
glittering blue in the sun. She was kind of the dorm 
mother for the other young women. She rarely wore a 
bra, I came to discover through repeated observation. 
Her breasts were on the small side, even for Korean 
women. 

On warm days, when she wore the least amount of 
clothes, I would often observe her, along with the 
small impression her nipples made on the fabric of her 
shirt or blouse. Once she came to class after working 
out, and her tights accentuated what to me was a very 
"hot" young woman. 

I imagined her to be 32AAA-22-33. On more than one 
occasion in our early friendship I was able (permitted? 
encouraged?) to view down her loose clothes to 
sometimes bare breasts. Her nipples were like doorbells 
to me, waiting to be pushed to open up doors of other 
possibilities. 

There was Joung, the youngest, a medium-height girl of 
18 years old. While not as slender as Kyong, she had a 
very good looking figure with normal breasts for a 
Korean woman, perhaps a "B". She had a ready smile and 
a very friendly personality. One distinguishing feature 
about Joung was her birthmark on the side of her 
temple, a 1"-square patch of blue-black skin. 

While it made her unpopular with the boys (Confucian 
culture often demanded perfection in its women), the 
birthmark had made Joung even more friendly and 
sympathetic to those who may feel different or pain in 
their lives. Joung wore modest clothes, mostly white 
blouses, but other times breezy V- neck tops. I would 
come to discover that her birthmark had a twin! 

Our "gang of four" was completed by Suwon, a city girl 
of 20. While Suwon was not that pretty in her face, she 
was still attractive. Her body, however, was 
unbelievably magnificent! She was as tall as Kyong, but 
she was blessed with "D" sized breasts that she found 
difficult to manage. 

The Korean-made bras were not made to contain such 
weight, and she was all the time adjusting, shifting 
and attending to her large breasts. What I thought was 
blessed real estate on her body, however, she sometimes 
thought as a curse. The rest of her body was like a 
gymnast's, with well- developed legs and torso. 

All three of my friends worked hard at their studies, 
which made teaching them a joy. 

Art-Therapy Class It was around 2:00 on a glorious 
autumn Monday when my life with the student population 
took a more "personal" turn. I was in the teacher's 
lounge, getting my things ready, when a woman professor 
a bit older than I came in and made a request. Prof. 
Kim taught art-therapy to the nursing students, and she 
came to me with a strong request in her eyes, but 
embarrassment in her voice and body language. "Prof. 
M," she began. "I have a very difficult request to make 
of you." 

"Go on," I replied. "If I can be of help, just ask." 

In her English, she said: "As you know, I teach art-
therapy. Today, we supposed to have 2 weeks drawing 
human body. I had model, a young man, ready to give us 
two weeks modeling in 4:00 class. But he's in the 
hospital himself, cannot make it." 

I saw it coming. I could hardly believe my ears. She 
was going to ask me to take his place! 

"Prof. M., please, could you come model us next two 
weeks? It would be 90 minutes per day, and I could 
reward you." 

My mind raced. Prof. Kim was a looker herself. But she 
was married; I wonder what she had in mind... Or was it 
just the way she spoke English? 

"OK," I said. "Tell me what you want me to do." 

Was she relieved! She told me to report that afternoon 
to the studio in casual clothes. Each day, I would be 
asked by her and the class to do something different. 

So at 4:00 I arrive to the studio. There were ten 
students there, including Kyong and Suwon. Prof. Kim 
was there, who communicated in Korean what had happened 
with the other model, and how I had agreed to fill in. 
I could see looks of surprise around the classroom, for 
most of the students were in my other classes. I saw 
Kyong and Suwon exchange looks of pleasure. They looked 
at each other, and smiled for a long time. 

That first day, Prof. Kim asked me to sit in various 
poses, and then stand in other poses. The students 
sketched. As they did, the professor explained to them 
how art-therapy worked in their patients. Patients are 
to be encouraged to draw, because they can often draw 
what they feel more successfully than express those 
feelings verbally. Their art work is therefore 
therapeutic, and leads to shorter recovery periods. The 
students were to use this class to understand for 
themselves what a patient can express artistically, to 
help them become better nurses. 

The next two days, I was asked to pose more positions, 
sometimes by the professor, and sometimes by the 
students. The third day, near the end of class, Kyong 
asked me once to think of a happy thought and have my 
body language reflect that thought. I could not help 
but think of Kyong herself, and how happy I would be to 
be alone with her, exploring erotic fantasies. As a 
result, my penis began to grow! It was making an 
obvious bulge in my khaki pants. What to do? I couldn't 
stop the pose! So I just stayed like I was, hard-on and 
all. 

A strange quiet grew in the room. Prof. Kim, who was no 
dummy, being a nurse herself, saw what was happening, 
and broke the silence. "Class, Prof. M. is having a 
very normal response to something he's thinking about. 
We as nurses are to take that in stride, and work with 
that." And then the bell rang. I didn't know whether to 
be thankful, or not, because I was beginning to enjoy 
the situation. To the controlled atmosphere of the 
classroom was added a measure of risk. I enjoyed the 
risk I took. 

Before dismissing the class, Prof. Kim said to all: 
"What happens here in this class stays in this class. 
No one is to share what just happened, or whatever else 
happens in here? Is that clear?" She called every 
student's name and asked her directly if what she said 
was clear. Everyone nodded in agreement. 

On my way home, Kyong and Suwon caught up with me. The 
late evening sun had made a rainbow in Kyong's hair, 
and Suwon's body was on fire in the reddish light. We 
just walked toward my apartment in silence. 
Occasionally we looked at each other, but we could not 
hold each other's gaze for very long. When we got to my 
apartment, I put away my briefcase and things, and 
suggested we go out to eat. At the restaurant, in a 
private room, Suwon broke the silence. 

"M, I want to apologize for any embarrassment you may 
have felt in class today. I feel somehow responsible." 

Kyong added: "I don't know what to say, but I hope we 
can remain good friends." 

I said, "What happened in the art class is normal. I 
don't want to hide anything from my friends. I cannot 
be your friend if I hide behind my embarrassment or 
pretend something didn't happen that did." 

The spell was broken by our words, and we enjoyed the 
rest of the meal together. I walked each of them back 
to their rooms. We said goodnight to Suwon at her door, 
and then I walked Kyong to her dorm. On the way, she 
asked, "M, what were you thinking about in art class 
today that made you happy?" 

I went for broke: "Kyong, I was thinking erotic 
thoughts about you. You have been my friend, and we 
have shared some good times together. You are a 
beautiful young woman, and I am a man, and sometimes I 
think private thoughts that I have not shared with 
you." 

Kyong said, "Well, what you said at the restaurant, 
about not hiding behind some embarrassment or 
pretending something didn't happen ... are you hiding 
private thoughts now? Are you pretending with me?" 

I said, "OK, you get the full story." And I proceeded 
to tell her about the times I have fantasized about 
her, and about the now-numerous times I have seen her 
small breasts when her shirt was loose, and how I 
thought she was absolutely beautiful. "I have a great 
appreciation for small breasts; they really turn me 
on!" 

I am very attracted to you physically, and because we 
have a strong friendship, I think I can say these 
things without hurting us. Especially, since we want to 
be honest around each other." 

We said Goodnight to each other, but I am sure she, 
like I, had much to think about. When I got home, there 
was a message on my phone machine from Kyong. In a 
shaky voice, she thanked me for being honest. I pulled 
out my penis, and stroked myself to a shattering 
orgasm. I had to do something about Kyong. She was 
working on my mind. 

***

The next day at the art-therapy class, other students 
asked me to pose in different ways. Finally, one of the 
students asked me to take off my shirt and pose. It was 
great to do so, and I think everyone heaved a sigh of 
relief when I consented. The comfort level in the room 
had grown a lot. And after that, more and more students 
in the coming days asked me to take off more and more 
of my clothes. All the while, Prof. Kim sat, nodding 
her approval as her students sketched. 

On Friday of that first week, I wake up without a 
voice. I cannot teach my classes that day, so I fax 
over a letter of absence to the school, and settle down 
in bed to catch up on some reading all day. (I figure I 
can still make it to the 4:00 art-therapy class, since 
I won't have to talk!) 

Just after lunch, my doorbell rings. I am very glad to 
see it is Kyong, paying a sick-call visit. She looks 
wonderful: blue and green checked shirt, cycling 
tights, and her hair in one long ponytail that trails 
below her buns. She is positively beautiful. 

"Hi, M, I came to see how you were. Since you were not 
in class, I was worried." 

"Oh, it's nothing," I whispered. "Just a touch of 
laryngitis." 

"Oh, then let me make you some honey tea." 

While she padded about the kitchen getting things for 
tea together, I wander in. She looks at me, and seems 
to blush. 

"What's up?" I whisper hoarsely. "Seems to be something 
on your mind." Of course, I knew exactly what was on 
her mind. We had talked about intimate things the other 
night, and I was wondering if she wanted to take things 
a step further, and how she would do that. 

"Yes," she said after a long silence. "I have been 
thinking about what you told me the other night just 
before you said goodnight at my dorm room. I would like 
to know more about what you are thinking." 

"OK, that's fair," I said. "One condition, however: you 
have to share with me what you're thinking also." 

"Fair is fair," she said, with a smile in her voice 
that radiated to her entire body. 

Kyong sat down in front of me at the kitchen table, and 
I told her about my fantasies. "We're in a private 
place, like outside in the forest, or in one of our 
apartments, and we find ourselves with several hours to 
kill. We talk like the old friends that we are, and the 
topic turns to sexual matters. We talk about our past 
experiences, what it's like to be single and hunting 
for someone special. Finally we talk about our most 
exciting sexual experiences. Before our time is over, 
we take each other's clothes off, and explore what 
makes each other feel wonderful. I find especially 
satisfying being able to rub your breasts." 

"But they're so small," she replied. "What do you see 
in them?" 

"I see beauty and sexuality, and they are part of you, 
my good friend." 

"Your turn," I whisper. "I can't talk very much." Kyong 
looked at me intensely for the longest time, and 
finally admitted that her most exciting sexual 
experience was the other night when I shared my erotic 
thoughts with her. 

After I left her, she said, "I became dizzy beyond my 
wildest imaginings. I imagined you came to me in the 
middle of the night, and just took me, ravished me. And 
we were both overwhelmed by what was happening that we 
just could not speak for hours to each other. We would 
look at each other, and fall on each other and..." She 
was breathless. She was about to lose control. The 
intensity of her emotions was taking over. 

By this time, the tea was ready, and she served me. 
"Drink this, it'll make you better." 

We went out to my living room, where I turned on some 
romantic piano music, and we sat down on the couch 
together. I ask her: 

"Who starts your fantasy, you or me?" 

She replied, "You do, but I am so ready, that I don't 
care. M, do it. Now." 

I move in closer and we hugged. It went on for the 
longest time, and then we kissed. A long soul- deep 
kiss that kept on going, even after we broke apart for 
air. By this time, I was rock hard. 

"I have something to show you," Kyong said. She had 
brought her portfolio of art from the art- therapy 
class. "I want to show you what I have done so far." 
She showed me 5 or 6 drawings in charcoal, or in pen-
and-ink, of me in the studio. I focused especially on 
the picture she had with me thinking about her, and 
with what was an obvious bulge in my pants. 

"You did a good job, especially on the last one," I 
said. "I think you have a good talent." She smiled, 
blushing. 

After this last drawing, there was a sealed large 
envelope, which she opened and gave to me. "Here are 6 
drawings I have done in my room, and I want you to look 
at them." She looked down at her feet while I looked at 
the first drawing. It was me, totally nude, a frontal 
view. My penis was half-erect, and there seem to be a 
kind of tension emanating from my body. She had guessed 
rather well the size of my penis. 

The second one was of me, with my penis now fully 
erect. My fists were clenched. In the background, 
almost as a transparent image, was the face of a 
slightly-smiling Kyong. The third picture showed me 
from the side, penis fully erect, facing Kyong who was 
also naked. Her body was deliciously beautiful, long 
and lithe, with her hair hanging down in a pony tail 
like she was wearing today. The fourth picture was 
unbelievably arousing. 

It showed me with my fingers touching only her nipples, 
and Kyong's knees slightly bent, almost as if she were 
collapsing. The fifth picture showed me with my hands 
on her breasts, and her hands on my penis. It was 
obvious the pleasure that we were both receiving, and 
giving. This picture made my penis rock-hard. The last 
picture astounded me. It showed me on my back, with 
Kyong mounted on top of me, riding my cock. The look on 
her face was of total abandonment to pleasure. 

Kyong interrupted my viewing, and said: "I want to make 
each of these pictures come true in reality. And more." 

"When?" 

"Now." 

I stand up, and I took off my clothes piece by piece, 
slowly and deliberately, with Kyong sitting three feet 
in front of me. When I got to my briefs, the last thing 
I had on, I locked my gaze upon her eyes and slowly 
took them down. Releasing her from my stare, she looked 
at my penis, and drew in her breath: "Ai-go" which 
loosely translated means, "Oh my." 

I then kneeled down and started unbuttoning Kyong's 
shirt. Only after getting all the buttons undone did I 
then open her shirt to behold her small breasts. I 
could see the swell of her chest with her rapid 
breathing, and I could see her athletic heart pounding 
through her skin and muscle just above her left breast. 
I then touched her nipples, which left us both gasping, 
partly from the build-up to this moment, and partly 
from the feeling the touch gave her and me. 

She pressed her entire body into my finger tips, and 
then I massaged her breasts with my finger tips and 
palms. While her breasts were triple A size, they were 
extremely sensitive in that moment of passion. "This is 
a dream come true," I tell her. 

Asking her to stand up, I inserted my hands inside her 
shorts and lowered them down. Unencumbered by 
underwear, the view of her female sex was immediate. 
She was in such great shape that there was a space 
between her legs where her vagina was, and I took 
advantage of that by touching the entire area very 
lightly. 

"Ai-go! Ai-go chu-kket ta!" she whimpered. "I'm dying. 
I am on fire. I cannot extinguish myself," she said in 
English. She took hold of my penis and slid her small 
hand up and down the shaft, and I gently squeezed her 
breasts, and we stayed that way for five minutes, 
slowing building up the pressure and intensity of the 
moment. Sometimes light, as if our fingertips were 
feathers, sometimes harder, with insistence and a view 
to consummate this moment. It was pure pleasure that we 
were giving and receiving. 

Lowering my hand, I then rubbed her clitoris and 
surrounding labial lips in a lazy fashion. Her 
breathing came hard; her teeth clenched. She managed to 
get out: "M, you're driving me crazy. Make me come." 

"Not yet," I whispered in a ragged voice. "We're going 
to remember this the rest of our lives. Let's not rush 
this moment." She looked at me, and held my gaze for an 
eternity, and nodded yes. 

I continued to stimulate her entire body; it was all 
erogenous skin. Neck, nape, nipples -- I nuzzled, 
nipped and came to know every part of her gorgeous 
body. 

Finally, after about 15 minutes of this deliberate 
stimulation, we both looked at each other and said 
together: "It's time." She increased her rubbing of my 
cock; and I increased the frequency of my attention to 
her body. From deep within each of us a growling, 
shaking, and uncontrollable force began to erupt. Her 
inner legs locked on my hand and held it there as she 
came all over it, at the same time my cock erupted its 
pent-up passion into her hands and all over her lower 
body. We collapsed onto each other on the floor. 

We didn't, couldn't speak for a few minutes. The impact 
of what we had done slowly sank in on us both. Soon I 
began to stroke her again, mostly as an afterglow 
activity, but which this time had other consequences. 
Her nipples trigger another reality, it seemed. There 
was more lava inside this woman, and by evidence of my 
rising cock, more in me as well. 

We moved to my bed, a "yo" on the heated floor of my 
bedroom, and proceeded to make passionate love. More 
than once, her final picture of me was re-enacted: 
Kyong on top of me, riding me, her eyes closed in 
abandon to the moment. When I entered her for the first 
time, I was surprised to discover that she was a 
virgin. She seemed so worldly, and yet so innocent as 
well. The look in her eyes when she gave up her 
virginity remains with me till this day: one eye cocked 
up as if to question; the other eye dreamily accepting 
this rite of maturity. 

By the time we came to our senses, we looked at the 
clock. It read 3:30. It was almost time for art-therapy 
class. She went on ahead of me, so it would not look 
awkward walking to school together. 

At the art-therapy class, I was asked to remove some 
clothing, and because it reminded me of the last time I 
removed my clothes, it gave me a hard-on. "So what?" I 
thought. "We'll just have to accept what comes." The 
students drew what they saw. 

After class, Prof. Kim asked that I stop by her office, 
and I quietly motioned for Kyong to go ahead and meet 
me at my apartment. 

"I am so glad to see you today," she said when she had 
closed her door. "I was worried that you were sick when 
I saw a copy of your fax." 

"No," I whispered. "It's just a touch of laryngitis." 

She said, "I hope you get over soon. Maybe I'll have 
one of student nurses come and take care of you. It's 
least I do, for all that you do for me." 

"Maybe Kyong would be nice," I replied without 
hesitation. 

"Yes," said Prof. Kim. "Kyong is mature and knows what 
she's doing. She has a good head on her shoulders. I'll 
give her a call tonight." 

"Anything else?" I ask. 

There was a long pause. She seemed to be thinking about 
something. Finally she looked at me and said that she 
was so appreciative of what I was doing. And she hoped 
that I was not being ... uh ... embarrassed by the 
events in the classroom. 

"No. It's fun," I said. "I am discovering more of who I 
am in the process. I think the students are learning 
more about themselves as well. All of them will be in 
situations where they'll be among men patients who will 
have ... 'obvious' features." 

We both laughed. "Prof. Kim," I asked. "What did you 
think when I had my 'obvious' feature in your class?" 
That put her on the spot. 

"Well," she said. "I think I enjoy. It remind me of 
earlier days, before marry." 

"And now," I asked. "What about 'after marry'? How are 
things?" 

She turned red, and looked down, but she answered this 
way: "Sometimes, Prof. M, you cannot expect everything 
in life. Life is about adjusting to smaller and smaller 
expectations." 

"Sounds like you and your husband could use some help," 
I offered. 

At this point, she started weeping. She grabbed me 
tightly around my chest. I wouldn't call it a "hug" so 
much as a desperate embrace. I could feel her breasts 
dig into my stomach. And, I am sure, she could feel my 
hard penis make its presence felt on her waist. She 
looked up at me, and in a knowing voice said: "M, thank 
you for what you are doing to my class, and to me. I 
cannot pay you back yet, but I want you to know you are 
greatly appreciated. 

I returned to my apartment, and related to Kyong about 
all that Prof. Kim said. She said that Prof. Kim's 
husband was reputed to be a poor husband and father. He 
would leave her and his 18-year old daughter and 19-
year old son for months at a time, and then reappear 
out of the blue. Kyong encouraged me to do what I could 
for Prof. Kim; she was a popular teacher and she could 
use the breaks. 

"Meanwhile," she said with an impish grin, "Let's see 
if your penis is up for some more excitement." She 
found my half-hard penis through my pants and proceeded 
to bring it to its now- accustomed full length. She 
stripped me, and then did something entirely new: she 
wrapped her mouth around my penis and made me come with 
just her tongue and mouth. 

"One good come deserves another," I replied, and then 
stripped her and lashed her wonderful breasts, then her 
clitoris and surrounding areas with my tongue. Again, 
when she came, she held my head between her legs, 
squeezing for dear life, as I drowned happily in her 
juices. 

"I am so happy to find you," I said, as we drifted off 
to sleep. 

During art class on Wednesday of the second week, Suwon 
asked if I would take off all my clothes. And I did. 
The smiles on the students' face were as broad and as 
happy as my own. For I had worked through some things 
of my own while posing. And I felt stronger, more 
confident. As I passed these ten students in the hall, 
or had them in my other classes, I felt a strengthening 
bond between us. 

And so I cast off my last piece of clothing, my briefs. 
My penis was not erect, for I did not feel anything 
erotic in this comfortable situation. But the gasps 
that went through the class were electric. Some of the 
students clasped their breasts in amazement, and others 
squirmed in their seats. My friends Kyong and Suwon 
seemed pleased. 

For the next two days, I posed nude in the art studio 
for those ten students. After the last class on Friday, 
and after I had put on my clothes, I made arrangements 
with Kyong, Suwon and Joung to meet for dinner and a 
movie. As the students filed from the studio, each 
stopped to shake my hand and thank me. Prof. Kim asked 
me to stay a little while. 

"It was very very nice what you did for my students. 
They come from very traditional background, where first 
time they see live penis it is on wedding night, or 
they are being raped. This was healthful for them. And 
I appreciate it. I want to thank you, but I don't know 
how." 

I spoke her words for her: "You're married and want 
some things you don't feel right doing, right?" 

She nodded yes. 

"OK, there's a time and place for everything. We'll 
find a way to ease your mind. Just know that I really 
appreciate being able to pose for the students. I would 
like to do it again next semester, if you're willing." 

At the restaurant Kyong and Suwon told Joung with the 
events of the past two weeks in the art- therapy class. 
I was able to share with them how I felt about what 
happened, as well as some of my most inner thoughts. I 
spoke of the day I had gotten the hard-on in class and 
then I spoke, getting Kyong's permission along the way 
through "nun-chi" or eye contact, about how I had 
fantasized about Kyong. So now they knew that Kyong and 
I had become lovers. 

Kyong and Suwon had their portfolios from the class, 
and showed Joung their pictures of me, with clothes on 
and without. While they showed Joung the pictures, I 
got another hard-on, because they had done a very good 
job. 

At the back of Kyong's portfolio, there was that secret 
envelope of drawings, and I asked her to show these as 
well. She seemed reluctant, but in light of all that 
had gone on in the past two weeks, she pulled out the 
pictures, which were now up to 10 in number. 

They each had me in them, but they also had Kyong as 
well. We were both naked. In one, I was hugging her, 
with my penis hard against her thigh. In another one, 
that made Joung almost lose it, I was standing before 
her, both of us naked. Her hair was long and straight 
against her back, down to her buttocks. I had both my 
hands outstretched, touching each of her nipples, my 
penis at full attention. 

We all looked at the pictures, and I pretended that 
they were the first time I had seen them. I was most 
interested in Suwon's and Joung's reactions to them. 
They were obviously greatly impressed with Kyong's 
ability to communicate her inner feelings on canvas. 

The bill arrived, breaking our concentration and mood. 
Joung said, "Kyong and Suwon have seen you naked, M, 
but I have not. Fair is fair. Could you do that, get 
naked? Now?" So I offered to do a mini art-therapy 
course for her at my apartment after dinner, with the 
other two invited as well. 

At my apartment, I started taking off my clothes, with 
the other three watching. By now, my hard-on was gone, 
but in its place was an aching penis. That happens to 
me: if I don't have an orgasm after a strong hard-on, 
my entire penis aches. But I was able to ask Joung what 
she thought. She was speechless, for she had never seen 
a man naked. 

She came up to me very close, and asked about the 
various parts of my circumcised penis. And as she did, 
she touched those parts, part in clinical curiosity, 
part in wonder, part in sexual curiosity. And as she 
touched those parts, my penis responded. I quickly got 
hard. I explained to her that the most sensitive part 
was the underside of my now-fully erect penis, and that 
light touches there felt especially wonderful. Joung 
did that, and I nearly fainted from the pleasure. 

"You know," I said, "Now that you three friends have 
seen me naked, is it fair that you three just sit there 
with your clothes on?" And so, after consulting with 
each other in Korean, they approached me and asked if I 
would unclothe each of them, in increasing order of 
their ages. Joung was first, and she came up to me and 
presented herself before me. 

"M, show me a good time," she said. I started taking 
off her socks, then her jeans, then her blouse. As each 
piece was peeled away, I would kiss the underlying skin 
lightly. Joung started to whimper. I asked her if she 
was OK, but she looked around, and said that she was 
among her best friends, and that everything was fine. 

As I uncovered her breasts, I gasped at what I saw. The 
birthmark on her temple had a twin on her right breast, 
just beside the nipple! Leaning over, I licked the 
birthmark, and kissed her nipple lightly, and then with 
moderate vigor. Reaching down to her underpants, I 
rubbed her sex and she orgasmed. Right there. I reached 
down and completed her disrobement. Her clitoris was 
puffed out and quite red. I continued rubbing it until 
she exploded again, one hand holding her breast, the 
other holding on to my penis. 

"God, I didn't know I could feel that good!" she 
exclaimed. 

"Thank you." 

More to come, if you want. She smiled "Yes". 

My hands were unsteady as I turned toward Suwon, and my 
dick was hurting from so much stimulation, but no 
ultimate satisfaction given to it. As with Joung, I 
started with Suwon's stockings, and then her pants, 
then her top. All the while, I was rubbing her 
wonderful body around and around, including her size 
'D' breasts through the thick, and rather unflattering 
fabric of her bra. "I need you to turn around," I said. 
It took a moment to unhook her, and then I liberated 
her of her bra. "Turn back around, please." What a 
rewarding sight greeted my eyes! I looked over at 
Kyong, who just winked at me, as if to say, "Enjoy 
yourself." 

Her breasts were quite large. On her smallish frame, 
they were even more erotic. I lifted each and found 
each to be quite firm, though extremely soft to my 
touch. As I touched Suwon, she started sighing and 
breathing hard. I ran my hands all over her breasts, 
lingering on her large nipples. 

Then I lay her down on the carpet, on top of a blanket. 
For thirty minutes, I rubbed, kneaded, licked, kissed 
and loved her breasts. Joung and Kyong joined in as 
well. They would take turns with one nipple, while I 
had the other. Her nipples grew from a flat silver-
dollar size to a full inch of nipple. I was wild with 
desire and licked them hungrily. This drove Suwon 
crazy. She cried out in pleasure, until finally she 
couldn't take it anymore. "Take off my underwear and do 
what you did to Joung!" she commanded. 

And so I did. With Kyong and Joung glued to each of her 
nipples, I slipped my hand into her wonderful southern 
region. She was very wet from all the time we had spent 
on her breasts. When I first touched her clitoris, she 
literally bounced off the floor from the shock of my 
touch. "Oh God!" she said in Korean. "Do that again." I 
did. Within few seconds, she was in the middle of a 
long orgasm that lasted for two minutes. We didn't 
think she would ever stop! 

And then it was Kyong's turn. Suwon was quick to ask: 
"Will you do what you showed us in your pictures? 

"Yes," I said. "And more," added Kyong. Kyong then 
reached for my aching cock, and loved me tenderly while 
I slipped her out of her two pieces of clothing. We 
rubbed each other all over, as we had practiced before, 
and we brought each other to the edge of a wonderful 
release. I enjoyed again her delicious breasts, 
especially the contrast with Suwon's breasts. I then 
rubbed her nipples with my penis head. Kyong responded 
by taking my penis and twisting and turning her small 
hands on my shaft. She was hot, and I was getting just 
as hot. 

Calling Suwon and Joung over to the blanket, I lay down 
on my buns and asked them all to rub my dick until I 
came. I explained that my cock was hurting big-time 
now, and I physically needed an orgasm. Joung reached 
over to my penis, and started to pull lightly on it. I 
took this moment to guide her again to the sensitive 
parts, and soon I was humming again. 

Suwon took over after a few minutes. She leaned over 
her massive breasts and engulfed my cock in their 
cleavage, and proceeded to drive them up and down my 
penis, with her nipples raking my flesh like soft 
fingernails. Joung reached around and played with my 
balls. Kyong then leaned her wonderful face over and 
slid her mouth over the tip of my penis each time Suwon 
moved her breasts far enough down for her to get in a 
lick. 

Just before I came, I remember thinking, "take a mental 
picture of this: Friendship doesn't get much better 
than this!" And I came all over Kyong's mouth and 
Suwon's breasts. Even Joung got her hand in the picture 
and rubbed my spasming cock, a look of wonderment on 
her face. 

Recovering our composure after a few minutes, we 
realized what we had done. We could not go back to just 
thinking about what we might do. We were now "doing" 
it. 

The relationship we had after that changed, if it 
could, for the better. We still went out to eat 
together, went on picnics, and attended cultural 
events. We shared each other's brains as we studied and 
prepared for school, even as we shared each other's 
bodies on occasion. I don't want to give the impression 
we were always naked with each other. But we four did 
grow in our common intimacy with weekly sessions, while 
Kyong and I started to spend more and more nights 
together at my apartment. It was a lovely time. 

One time, Joung came to me and said that she wanted to 
have full contact sex with me. Would I do the honor of 
being her first lay? "Well," I said, "Let's ask the 
others. It's really a group decision." 

The following Friday evening as we met in my apartment 
after the movie, Joung and I shared our earlier 
conversation, and asked what each thought about it. 
Suwon said that Joung should be careful, since if she 
wanted to get married, she might have a hard time if 
she were not a virgin. Kyong agreed, but said it was up 
to Joung. 

Joung said: "I know you are all older than I am and 
therefore wiser, but I really want this to happen, with 
M. especially, and with all you beside me at the time. 
If I wait to get married to a man who only wants a 
virgin, I won't be happy in that marriage. If a man 
cannot accept me for who I am and what I've done, then 
what business do I have being his wife?" 

We all had to agree to the soundness of her logic. 

"In that case," said Kyong, "Let's get started." And 
she opened up my bedroom door to reveal a room full of 
flowers and lighted candles. A sheepish grin on her 
face told us everything. "I knew what Joung would want 
to do." 

Once in my bedroom, the four of us embraced and kissed 
each other. Then Kyong started to undress me, while 
Suwon started to undress Joung. They each stopped when 
they got to our underclothes. "The last part is for you 
to do yourselves. Unwrap each other as you would a 
present, and enjoy each other as a gift." Then Kyong 
and Suwon backed away to the corner of the room to 
observe. 

Facing each other, Joung and I timidly approached each 
other. We had seen each other naked many times, and 
given each other orgasms on several occasions. But this 
seemed different. I reached around her and loosened her 
bra, and started rubbing her birth mark. She sighed and 
began to reach inside my underwear to feel my cock. It 
was heaven! She was about 100 pounds and her body was 
absolutely beautiful. No single feature of her called 
attention to itself (like Suwon's large or Kyong's 
small breasts); she was all perfection. Touch her one 
place, and her entire body came alive. 

I started, of course, with her perfect breasts. I sat 
behind her and reached around to take both breasts in 
my two hands, kissing her mouth and neck. 

Reaching down, she slid my underwear off and took her 
time with my penis. Joung gently stroked my penis the 
way I had taught her, and in the ways that she had 
looked at Kyong stroke me. I was having so much fun 
with this honor she was asking me to perform! Then 
changed position to nuzzle her loins with my mouth, 
probing her vagina with my tongue. Locking onto her 
clit, I gave her the ride of her life. Four orgasms 
later, she said, "OK, let's do it." 

She lay down on her back and opened her legs to me. I 
walked over on my knees to her sweet spot and rubbed my 
cock against the opening of her vagina. There was no 
resistance; our juices mingled and lubricated the 
entire area. 

"Chun-Chun Hee" she said. "Slow." 

I nodded OK, and slowly dipped into her vagina, and 
then out, in a bit and out, getting her used to the 
feeling. Every fifth thrust, however, I would inch in 
another half-centimeter of cock. This was most 
stimulating for her. Joung's breath came in ragged 
stretches. 

Sometimes, it seemed like she was not breathing, or 
forgot to breathe. The experience for her was certainly 
intense. In this way, she must have come 5 or more 
times. Soon, I came across her maidenhead. For about 5 
minutes, I just went in and out of her, each time 
stopping at this gate. Finally I asked, "Ready?" She 
nodded yes. 

The final push was effortless. She didn't wince or show 
any pain. Only pleasure gripped her young body. And at 
that moment she orgasmed. I kept up my movement. And 
she came again, and then again. She would have kept it 
up all evening, I believe, had not my own approaching 
orgasm sent out its announcement. 

"It's almost time for me to come, too!" I said. 
Immediately, Kyong and Suwon, who by this time were 
naked themselves, sprang over and kneeled down on 
either side of Joung I withdrew from Joung and let them 
take over. Suwon grabbed my cock head and the sensitive 
glans underneath, and churned them in her hand at just 
the right pressure. Kyong massaged my balls without 
mercy. The first jet hit Joung on her breast's birth 
mark, making a great contrast in color. The second 
landed on Suwon's massive breasts. Kyong swung around 
from the rear to catch the rest on her face.

Together, we embraced Joung, celebrating her new stage 
of womanhood. The embraces lasted a long time, and 
pretty soon we started cooking again. This time, Joung 
took the lead and brought the three of us along, 
orgasms all along the way, as she rubbed, sucked, and 
sought us all out. She was going to become a demanding 
lover! 

The Physiology Class It was spring semester. The long 
bitter winter had passed, but I remember it as one of 
my warmest, surrounded by my friends. Kyong, Suwon, 
Joung and I met often, and discretely, for we didn't 
want to have to explain anything. 

I was teaching Human Physiology. It was all interesting 
to the young students, but I anticipated most of all 
the part about sex physiology. I was one of those 
teachers who wanted to demonstrate as much as possible 
in class. Some things, of course, you could not 
demonstrate, but I tried. 

The curriculum called for the nurses to watch a video 
on some of the human sexual physiology. This was fine 
with me. I don't think I could perform in class! But I 
did think about it! The risks, however, were too high. 

The day before I was to teach the students about men's 
sexual physiology (hard-ons, ejaculations and orgasms), 
the VCR broke! What to do? The tape scheduled for 
tomorrow was to show the students how to take a sperm 
sample. I was in a slight panic. Sitting in the 
afternoon sun in the teacher's lounge, I contemplated 
what my options were. While I was thinking, Prof. Kim 
walked in. "She owes me a favor," I thought, 
remembering back to the days when she got me to model 
in her art-therapy class. 

I told her the situation, and asked for her help. "What 
I do?" she responded. 

"I would like for you to take a sperm sample from me in 
class. Since the VCR is broken, we can't watch that 
part on video. But we can demonstrate it, you and me. 
The students would be grateful, and I'm sure they'd 
remember this lesson for a long time." 

She sat down, red from embarrassment. I took the 
initiative. "I think you owe me a favor. Besides, think 
of this as a professional duty. We have students to 
inform. We don't want them to botch their own nursing 
practices because they haven't been properly trained." 

"OK," she said. "I'll show your class tomorrow, and 
we'll give students real demonstration!" She left the 
room and I went on with my work. 

About an hour later, as I was leaving school, I 
remembered that I had left my papers in one of the 
classrooms, and so went to retrieve it. From the window 
in the classroom door, however, I noticed that Prof. 
Kim was in there, and she was doing something. From my 
angle, it looked as if she had a banana in her hand, 
and she was stroking it. 

She was practicing for the class tomorrow! 

Pretending not to see her, I walked on in, and 
surprised her with her hand around the banana. She 
looked at me, and then looked at the banana in her 
hand, and turned the darkest color red. She was able to 
stammer out: "I no husband these days. Practice for 
tomorrow best way I can." 

"My dear Prof. Kim," I said. "Why don't we practice 
together. If you are feeling nervous about class 
tomorrow, let's practice so you'll be confident before 
all the students?" 

"Here? Now?" she asked. 

"No, how about 8:00 tonight." 

"Your place or mine?" she asked. 

"Mine is in need of serious cleaning. Can we make it 
your place?" I asked. 

At 8:00 that evening, I showed up at Prof. Kim's house. 
Her son was away at college, so it was just her and her 
daughter, Hwa. Hwa opened the door and I was taken 
immediately by this younger version of Prof. Kim. She 
was dressed in her pajamas already, actually a long 
sleep shirt. We began talking while her mom came out. 
She said that she was studying in her room. I asked her 
innocently if she knew why I was here. She said her mom 
said something about a demonstration that her mom was 
going to help with tomorrow. 

"What kind of demonstration?" she inquired. 

With a wink of my eye, I said, "Can't say. You'll have 
to ask your mom." 

Just then Prof. Kim came into the room. She had 
obviously just finished showering. 

"OK Hwa," she announced. "Back to study." 

"What are you going to do with Prof. M. tomorrow?" she 
asked outright. 

"That's none your business now. Go study. Now." 

Hwa slowly left the room, and Prof. Kim and I were 
alone. She suggested we go down to the basement. On the 
way, she talked about her Hwa. "She so curious about 
everything; I cannot control her these days. She's so 
smart and sweet, so it's hard to be controlling parent 
to her, especially with what father does to us." 

Once in the basement, we made ourselves comfortable. I 
told Prof. Kim about my objectives for the lesson 
tomorrow. "I would like to give every student a chance 
to get up close and see for themselves what happens to 
a man. Think you can help me?" 

"Yes, I hope so." 

"Good. Let's begin." I took off my clothes and put on a 
light cloth johnny I had brought. "I want to make this 
as realistic as possible. At the right time tomorrow, I 
will lift up the johnny and ask you to massage me until 
I have an ejaculation." 

Prof. Kim gulped and nodded OK. 

I lifted up the johnny, and there she saw my penis in 
its flaccid state. She gulped, and her hands started to 
shake. Trying to ease her mind, I tried distracting 
her: "I will tell the class that this is what a normal 
penis looks like, but that when stimulated, an entirely 
new physiology takes over. You will help me demonstrate 
that in real life. I'm depending upon you." 

"OK, now take my penis and start massaging it. It won't 
take long to get hard." With some hesitation Prof. 
Kim's stretched forth her hands and touched me. "It's 
been such long time for me. Please to understand." Her 
small hands felt wonderful on my dick. I could not tell 
she was out of practice. I began to grow. "Tomorrow, I 
will walk around the room with you and show each girl 
exactly what you are doing. You will point out the very 
sensitive glans part under the head. And I may even ask 
each student to place their hand on my penis as well." 

Prof. Kim's massaged my penis for about 10 wonder-
filled minutes. During that time I noticed that she was 
wearing just her bathrobe and a light cover on top of 
that. Occasionally, as she addressed my penis, I could 
see down her cleavage into a wonderful sprouting of 
breast flesh. She was not huge, but she was rather 
large for her diminutive size. I wondered if Hwa was 
going to be the same way. 

As I wondered, who should come into my view (but not 
Prof. Kim's) but Hwa herself!! She had crept secretly 
down the steps of the basement, and sat on the fifth 
stair from the bottom. She could see everything that 
her mother was doing, as well as her effect upon me! 
Her mother's back was partially turned to her. 

I just winked at Hwa and blew her a kiss, something her 
mother missed in her concentration. I spoke to her mom 
now. "Any moment now. When I say 'yes,' please grab the 
head of my penis and the glans with your palm, and 
twist it all in your hand round and round, back and 
forth." 

Just in time, for I was about to blow. I looked up at 
Hwa on the stairs and caught her eye as I said "Yes." 
Hwa had one hand on her bosom, one hand hidden down 
south somewhere on her body. I came all over Prof. Kim, 
who seemed really to enjoy this "practice". When I 
looked up again, Hwa was just disappearing up the 
stairs. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed. I haven't done that in quite 
awhile. Her face was flushed. 

"Was it enjoyable?" I asked. 

"Very much so." 

"Well," I began, "Perhaps there's something I can do 
for you in return?" 

"OK, but quickly. I don't want my daughter catching 
us." 

So she kept robe on, while I helped her remember what a 
man's hands felt like on her breasts and inner thighs. 
Soon she was wildly thrashing on my hands. I could 
hardly keep them on her more erogenous places. 

As I left, Hwa came out to the front door to see me 
off. She slyly slipped a note into my hand as we shook 
hands goodnight. "Oh my God," I thought. 

Once outside, I unfolded the note. It was on pink 
paper, and lightly perfumed. The note read: "Prof. M. I 
want to be your student. Please teach me what you and 
my mom were practicing. I'll come by tomorrow night. 
I'll be your good student. You'll see. Your Hwa." 

***

The next day was D-day in my physiology class. It was a 
day everyone was looking forward to. I was taking a big 
risk doing things the way I was doing them. But I felt 
that my students would be shortchanged unless I 
followed through with my plan. 

I began class by announcing that the VCR was broken. 
Since this tape was legendary, the students groaned at 
the news. They had been looking forward all semester to 
see this particular video. After the groans ended, I 
explained that I had a special treat, however, to take 
the place of the tape. "I want everyone to know what 
will happen before hand, so that you may leave if you 
are uncomfortable. Also, I want you to know that you 
cannot speak about what happens here to anyone, on pain 
of failing this class. Sorry, but that's the way it has 
to be. 

I asked Prof. Kim to repeat what I had said in Korean. 
She did an great job intimidating the students about 
the consequences. 

"In a few minutes, Prof. Kim will take a semen sample 
from me." I stopped for a few moments and let that sink 
in. The students, among whom included Joung and Suwon, 
started talking excitedly one to the other. They spoke 
in the very Korean way of speaking behind their hands, 
and occasionally sniggering. 

"Class," I commanded. "We are to be professionals about 
this, for your help will be required. We need a 
professional attitude to prevail in the class. Prof. 
Kim and I will be coming around during the 
demonstration to make sure you understand exactly how 
to take a sperm sample. Each of you will have a couple 
of minutes to practice and ask questions. Any questions 
now? Anyone want to leave? If not, try to enjoy what 
happens today. I think I will." Everyone giggled. 

That gave me confidence that I was doing something 
right. Then a first-year student raised her hand and 
asked, "Can I collect the sperm when you're ready?" I 
had not thought about that, but I said, sure. The 
student was named Yung. She was a stunning beauty, and 
I was starting to lose my professional composure as I 
fantasized about her handling me during my orgasm. 

"Class," I began again, "I'll be disrobing in a few 
minutes and putting on a johnny, just like in a medical 
examination office. And then I'll have Prof. Kim 
supervise the procedure. She will lift the johnny and 
show you my penis at rest, and then show you what 
happens physiologically when that penis is stimulated. 

I stepped behind a screen and changed my clothes and 
into the johnny. Coming out, I approached Prof. Kim, 
and whispered: "Are you OK?" She smiled back. "Let's 
begin." 

She lifted the johnny to reveal my flaccid penis. A 
collective breath was drawn by ten young nursing 
students. "Notice," Prof. Kim said, "how small and 
wrinkled it is. I now take penis into hand, and hold it 
gently, lightly touching it all around. Notice how it 
responds to touch. See. It is growing rather quickly. 
Not all men do it this fast. Some you'll have to take 
extra time with. If your patient has trouble growing, 
find spot just under penis head, on the underside, 
called glans. You'll see a picture of this in your 
textbook on page 284. Rub the glans, because that's 
where men feel it most on penis. Or ask him what he 
likes. " 

Prof. Kim then took me around to each student in the 
classroom. She showed each one where to hold my penis, 
and how to rub it to maximum effect. Each student had 
more than enough to hold and massage my penis. Some 
were shy and just barely touched me; others tried to 
take longer than the allotted time. Joung and Suwon, 
sitting together, did their duty as I passed them by, 
as they knew this routine by now. Joung remembered my 
favorites spots and smiled shyly up at me as she rubbed 
away. 

One girl wanted to finger the slit at the top of my 
penis, but Prof. Kim slapped her hand away. Another 
tried to hold my balls, but Prof. Kim discouraged her. 
I told Prof. Kim that it was OK, holding my balls like 
she did felt wonderful, and might help some men come 
more easily. Finally, after all the young women had 
touched, rubbed and handled my penis, I was about ready 
to come. They had seemed to enjoy themselves too. Faces 
were flushed, breathing was irregular, and there was 
squirming in the seats. Suwon's nipples were sticking 
out noticeably. 

"Note patient's breathing rate," said Prof. Kim. "His 
penis really excited. If we stimulate it much more, he 
will ejaculate for us." She was right. I was ready. I 
motioned for Yung to approach. Approaching me, Yung 
looked at me and held my gaze and commanded me 
wordlessly not to look anywhere else until she was 
finished. She seemed to communicate that she would 
enjoy this as much as I would. But she said, "Prof. M. 
Are you ready?" I nodded, licking my dry lips. 

Yung's technique was unique and wonderful. Her touch 
was light, but firm. Instead of lightly wringing the 
head of my penis like I had instructed Prof. Kim, she 
instead pulled lightly from the mid-point of my penis 
to the tip with her fingers. She grasped my penis with 
the head in her palm, and the fingers splayed out 
lengthwise over my penis, drawing her fingers up toward 
the head. 

I was totally unprepared for the sensation, and my 
orgasm arrived sooner than I had thought. Luckily, Yung 
had the specimen collecting jar ready, and didn't miss 
a drop. All the while she stroked and collected, she 
held my gaze with her eyes and wouldn't let it go, any 
more than she didn't let my penis go until she had 
milked the last of the sperm from it. 

With a shudder, I came back to reality. Yung had taken 
me somewhere I had never been before, but now I was 
back, and virtually naked to my class. The students had 
watched their professor have an orgasm in front of 
them. In the name of teaching. The class erupted into 
applause, and some were clapping Yung on the back. I 
reminded myself to give Yung an A. 

Yung was the last to leave as I was putting on my 
clothes. She came up and surprised me. "I liked that," 
she said. 

"I did, too. You have a great technique for rubbing a 
penis." 

Without blushing, she said, "Thank you. See you later." 
I remember thinking, "I'm pretty sure I will." 

That evening, Hwa came by as promised. I welcomed her 
in with a handshake, in which I slipped her a note. It 
read: "Dear Hwa: I am honored to be your teacher. I 
will try to be a good teacher to you, but you must tell 
me what you want to know. Good teaching depends on good 
communication! -Prof. M." 

She read the note and smiled. Her smile seemed to light 
up her features. She had dark brown hair that she let 
fall every which way. But it was shiny and smelled 
nice. She had on an off-white t- shirt and short pants. 
I invited her into the kitchen to have some tea. While 
the tea was brewing, I asked her about her life and 
made small conversation. She was in the 11th grade, 
made all A's, and wanted to major in piano at a 
conservatory in either Seoul or New York. 

"So why are you here?" I asked. 

She blushed. "You know why I'm here. I want to learn 
about what men and women do together." 

"But you're not a woman yet," I teased. I wanted to see 
how serious she was. 

"Oh yes I am! I've got breasts (patting her breasts) 
and I've got hair down here (pointing to her lower 
regions), and I feel strange things when I saw you and 
my mom last night. I want you to teach me." 

"Why me?" I persisted. 

"Because I don't have anyone. My father and mother 
don't get along. She thinks I am a kid. I have no 
boyfriend because I study too much. I have see you 
naked. So I want you to teach me. If you can..." 

Now she was playing with me. "I think we can learn from 
each other," I said. "Now, tell me what you know." 

She told me, "All I know is that men and women have 
different parts, and somehow they use them together, 
and it's fun. I saw you last night with your part grown 
all big, and my mother holding and rubbing it. Why does 
it grow big?" 

I explained: "My 'part', called the penis, or 'chaji' 
in Korean, grows big whenever a beautiful woman excites 
a man." 

"How does she excite the man?" 

"It happens many ways. It could be a glance, a wink, a 
show of her flesh. Almost anything. You see, the man's 
biggest sex organ is his brain, his imagination. If he 
thinks he's going to have a woman come near him, he 
thinks all kinds of thoughts, and he grows big." 

"Then what happens." 

"Well," I said. "If a woman rubs the penis enough, or 
if he is stimulated enough by inserting his penis into 
the woman's vagina, he has an orgasm. You saw me have 
one last night with your mom." 

"Do you like orgasm?" she asked. 

"Yes, of course. An orgasm is the best physical thing 
you can ever feel, no matter if you are a man or a 
woman." 

"Do I make you big?" 

Whew! She was fast! "I think you can, and I think you 
will before you leave tonight. Now, are you excited by 
me?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you feel excited, nervous, dry in the mouth, or wet 
in your vagina area?" 

Hwa blushed when I said this, but she nodded yes. 
"What? Where?" I asked. 

"I feel wet down here, and I feel an aching in my 
breasts. It's almost like they all need to be touched. 
If they don't, I feel like I'll burn up. I think I need 
orgasm, no?" 

"We'll do that, soon enough. Let's go into my bedroom 
where we'll be comfortable. On the way I switched on 
some Schubert piano music that set the mood. When we 
got to my room, we sat down on my bed. 

"Hwa, are you ready to begin?" She nodded her approval. 
"What do you feel like doing most right now," I asked. 

"I want to see your penis. I want to see if I can make 
it excited." 

"OK, then starting looking for it." And she did. She 
asked me to stand up and then she took off my pants, 
and hiked down my underwear. My penis was flaccid at 
the moment. I had willed it not to move while she was 
talking about her wanting to discover what sex was 
about. She took the small penis, and asked what to do 
with it. 

"Remember what your mother was doing last night? And so 
she did. She wrapped it around her small hand, until 
soon it was larger around than her hand could reach. I 
could tell she was really enjoying herself. She would 
occasionally shift in her seat as her own excitement 
overtook her body. An occasional hand would stray to 
her breast as she pulled and tugged and rubbed my 
penis. 

"How am I doing, teacher?" she asked. 

"Very well," I commented. "You learn quickly. What do 
you feel like doing now?" 

"I need something to happen to my breasts and my 
vagina, but I don't know what. Will you help me out?" 
she asked. So I got her to stand up and I pulled off 
her pants, her underwear, her shirt and her bra. She 
was very shy to do so, however. I asked her why she was 
shy, for it seemed like I would not get to see her 
body. She replied, "I am ashamed of my body ... not 
pretty." 

"My dear Hwa," I replied. "You are a beautiful woman. 
Would you like to see how really excited I can get?" 

She looked up at me and nodded yes. 

"OK, then, please let me take off your clothes. You 
promised me you would be a good student." 

After that, she seemed very willing to give in to the 
moment. She asked me to take off her shirt and bra 
first, and then her pants and underwear. As I did, I 
worshiped each part of her body with my hands and 
tongue. She obviously liked all this attention, and her 
eyes shone with desire. 

"Dear God, what a body!" I whistled under my breath. 
Her legs were long and thin. Her thighs were solid. The 
sculpture of her stomach contrasted with the stunning 
architecture of her breasts rising out of the plain of 
her chest. Flowing over everything was her ample hair. 
Occasionally a nipple would poke through her hair, or a 
thigh, or the wafting smell from her excited vagina. 

Her breasts were size "A", I figured, but their beauty 
made me weak from pleasure. Topping these mounds were 
light pink nipples which were the first things I 
touched. As I did she immediately changed her 
expression and loosened her hold on my penis as I 
shifted the focus of attention from me to her. 

"OH, I feel like I am on fire! How do I put out my 
fire?" she exclaimed. 

"Guide my hand," I said. She took it and rubbed her 
breasts with my hands for a good five minutes. Then she 
took them and had me touch her clitoris. Just a few 
seconds of that was enough to send her over into 
orgasmland. A few minutes later, she released my soaked 
hand. A few minutes after that she was able to talk. 

"Oh, that was unbelievable. Now I understand my mother 
better. I even think I understand my father better, 
because I hear he has lots of women around Korea." And 
on she went, talking about this and about that ... 
until she finally realized she had a naked man in front 
of her. 

"Oh my God, look at me. Here I've been concentrating on 
me, and forgetting you." And so she began tugging and 
fondling me again. I rubbed her wondrous breasts some 
more (to which she purred her appreciation). After a 
few minutes, I told her that I was about to come. She 
said she was ready, and lay down beneath me, never 
letting go of my penis. Somehow, I completely lost 
track of where I was and who I was, only that some 
power had me by the penis and I had to give it my full 
attention. When I finally came to my senses, she was 
covered in my semen. Even her wonderful hair had some 
in it. 

"Well, professor, what's my grade so far?" 

I managed to say, "A+". Are you ready for the next 
lesson? 

Sure, but I've got to get home now. Can we save it for 
next week? 

***

The next day at school Yung was the center of 
attention. Many students had heard something about her 
experience yesterday in the physiology class. But I 
heard that she was not talking. Neither were the rest 
of the students. All the inquisitive students could 
find out that something happened; no details. 

Late in the afternoon, Yung came to see me. She was 
dressed in a conservative black suit that hinted of 
casual, but also of sophistication. My face lighted up 
when she walked in my office. She greeted my smile with 
her own broad grin. 

"I guess we were a hit yesterday," she began. 

I decided to play it cool at first. "Well, it was 
either a demonstration, or just read about sperm 
collecting from a dull textbook, with 1 picture." 

"Prof. M., what happened yesterday was really 
wonderful. I want to thank you for it. But it has also 
raised some problems. You see, I got all excited 
yesterday by you, and I just can't get you ... I mean 
... the experience yesterday out of my mind." 

"I see," I said, noncommital. 

"And what I was wondering," she continued, "Well, I was 
wondering if we could do it again?" Immediately she 
blushed. "What I meant to say is, you got your 
excitement, but I didn't get my excitement." 

"Ms. Yung," I said. "You have an excellent point. So we 
went out to dinner, and then agreed to end up at my 
apartment. 

Over dinner we talked about our lives. She had grown up 
in Seoul, but moved to this small city when her parents 
divorced, and her father returned to his hometown. 
(Kids of divorced parents were often taken as a trophy 
by the father, who then had his parents raise them.) 
This was what happened to Yung. She was being raised by 
her grandmother in an outlying district. She went home 
from the dorm on weekends. 

I asked about boyfriends, and the usual. She said that 
she had had boyfriends before, but they were really 
immature for her. Plus, she wouldn't even look at a man 
now unless he had completed his compulsory three years 
of military service. "I'm not waiting around for 
anyone," she said rather strongly. 

"What is your sexual experience?" I asked. "Yesterday 
it seemed like you knew your way around a penis!" 

She blushed, but kept my eye. "You're right. I've known 
a couple of men. But the bodies which those penises 
were connected to were boys. Especially in the brain 
department. I have watched you over the year, M, and I 
think you're different." 

"How so?" 

"I think you will respect me, no matter what we do. I 
watched you yesterday. You would not break my gaze when 
I was ... holding you. That tells me that I can work, 
or play, with you." 

"Shall we leave, then?" I asked. "It sounds like we've 
some things to do!" 

On the way home, we stopped several times on the street 
to kiss. Each time she came close and pressed up 
against me. Our carnal knowledge of each other had 
begun. It was not long before she had my penis hard-
pressed against her thigh. This, coupled with her 
breasts so consciously poked into my stomach, I was 
rapidly wishing we were back at my apartment! 

When we arrived, Yung asked to disrobe me first. She 
took her time, which drove me wild with desire. 
Whenever she took off a piece of my clothing, she took 
at least five minutes rubbing or sucking whatever came 
into view. It took 20 minutes before she got to my 
penis. By then, it was weeping like crazy with pre-cum. 
She started her famous pulling technique, and then 
stopped. "My turn," she announced. 

Her black suit seemed to have no buttons or zippers. It 
stayed on her through an excellent tailoring job, and 
elastic in the right places. I began with her top. 
Underneath that was a tank top t-shirt, under which was 
only her skin. Turning her around, I decided to undress 
her fully before taking in her entire body. All I 
really saw before turning her around was her exquisite 
buns. 

When she did turn around, I was in shock! Her nipples 
were puffy, the first time I had ever seen them "in the 
flesh." They capped medium sized breasts with a 
beautiful pear shape. She saw my reaction to her 
breasts and nipples, and said, "M, these fruits are 
yours for the picking. Enjoy yourself." I reached out 
and touched the tender puffy nipple of her left breast. 
The reaction on Yung was as immediate as it was 
evident. She came! Just one touch of her breast, and 
she was in orgasmville! I tried the other breast 
nipple, and she came quickly again. 

I wondered aloud what was going on. "I'm really turned 
on," she said. "Almost anything will set me off." And 
she moved in closer, doing a full body press on my 
body. My cock was caught up in her belly button area, 
but I managed to shift it down so that the top of it 
rubbed its way along her entire vagina area. She 
obviously liked that, and came several more times in 
this fashion. By this time, I was ready to explode. We 
went over to my bed, and she climbed on top of my 
penis, impaling herself. I reached out with my hands to 
torment her puffy nipples, and she came several more 
times in the process. Her up and down movement on my 
penis made her beautiful breasts jump and move in 
magical ways. It was almost as if she were treating my 
penis like a baton, and her entire body was responding 
to its leading. 

Would her orgasms ever stop? I asked her that question. 
She said it rarely happens that she gets all fucked 
out, but if we really try, she might last only an hour 
more. "An hour more?!" I thought. "I'll be killed by 
this woman before I can satisfy her." But I tried 
nevertheless. I thought about anything and everything 
in order to keep from coming. 

I massaged her clit with my fingertips, my tongue. I 
went after those luscious nipple candies again. Finally 
in one furious five minute burst, I attacked her vagina 
with my penis, her nipples with my mouth and fingers, 
and her clit with my free hand. After one continuous 
orgasm of several minutes, during which I blasted my 
load inside her, she finally settled back down to 
earth. What a woman! After we took a shower together, 
all that rubbing in the shower set her going again. It 
was all I could do to bring her to 15 orgasms, which 
her superior nipples aided, before I had to call it a 
night. 

***

The following weekend, I am home alone on Saturday 
night, and the doorbell rings. I had forgotten! It was 
Hwa's time to come over for her next lesson. I let her 
in and we hugged before she could take off her shoes. 
"I am so glad to see you, M," she said. 

"Why is that?" I asked. 

"Because I have looked forward to tonight all week 
long!" 

"What do you want to learn tonight?" I asked. 

"Oral sex." 

I asked her to take off my clothes and then I would 
take off hers. Like last time, she got very interested 
in my penis, and almost forgot what she was doing. 

Knowing the beauty that lay underneath her clothes, 
with trembling hands, I took them off her incredibly 
sexy body. She seemed to enjoy all the attention I was 
paying her breasts and vagina. By the time we were both 
undressed, she had already had two orgasms. 

"Oral sex," I began, "is when you take your partner's 
sex organs into your mouth or lick them with your 
tongue." Allow me to demonstrate two ways. I leaned 
down to her vagina, and started licking her entire 
vulva area, closing in slowly but surely on her target 
of love, the clitoris. By the time I reached her 
clitoris, she was convulsing heavily with breathing. 
The first touch of my tongue to her clit sent her off. 
When she came down, she said that was wonderful. "I 
want to do the same thing for you," she said in her 
eager voice. Let me lick you. 

So I showed her how. "Give me your finger." I took her 
finger into my mouth and sucked on it, licked it and 
gave it all the attention it needed. She looked at this 
demonstrating in complete wonderment. 

"That feels wonderful, too." I guess everything to a 
neophyte in sex felt fresh and new. Hwa was so much 
fun. 

"Remember, when you suck, treat my penis as a lollipop, 
and remember not to use your teeth."" 

I lay down on my bed, and let Hwa take over. Licking my 
penis' underside, Hwa transported me to another place 
and time. She was very good, and gentle. Then came the 
time when she started taking me into her mouth, 
remembering not to use her teeth. At first, she was 
awkward (but even that felt wonderful!), and then she 
got into a rhythm, taking more and more into her mouth, 
until she was able to swallow my entire penis. 

"Oh my God," I thought. This daughter of my fellow 
professor has me under her complete control. I reached 
over and rubbed her breasts and nipples, which 
responded to my touch. Hwa stopped her attention to my 
penis long enough to have an orgasm of her own. This 
girl was amazing. 

Finally, Hwa put her mouth into high gear, and before 
long I was about to shoot. But I had forgotten to 
explain what she should do with my semen. What would 
she do? I told her that my orgasm was just about to 
come blasting into her mouth, and that she could either 
swallow it or not. It was up to her. 

My nuts were tight. She grabbed them and gave a yank 
and I was over the edge, coming first in her mouth, and 
then all over myself. She had some effect upon my sperm 
count! 

Hwa was happy with all that she had learned that 
evening. After resting a bit and talking, she started 
pulling on my penis again. What did she want now? "I've 
just got to have it again before I have to go!" Her 
mouth clamped down on my penis, and didn't let go until 
she had milked me dry. I returned the favor to her, and 
then it was time for her to go. 

I walked her most of the way home. In our conversation, 
I told her how grateful I was at being able to teach 
her. She said the same thing about my teaching her. We 
parted with a long, soulful kiss in which she rubbed my 
penis to its maximum hardness. "Something to remember 
me by, until next week," were her parting words. 

The next week at school, I avoided Prof. Kim, fearing 
that she might suspect what her daughter was doing with 
me. But my fears were groundless. In fact, she seemed 
to trust me in some sort of way, and relied upon me in 
the kind of way she might rely upon a husband. On 
Wednesday afternoon, she found me in the cafeteria, and 
asked to talk to me. 

"Sure," I said. "What's going on?" 

"I really appreciate all your help to me this year. You 
have helped me in ways I cannot speak about. But now I 
need a big 'pu-tak' (favor) from you." 

"Whatever you need, I'll try to help out. You saved my 
physiology class and I am thankful to you as well." 

"This weekend," she said, "I need to go Seoul for 
medical conference. I was going to have my son come 
home from college to take care of Hwa. But he has final 
exams and cannot carry out his promise to me. I don't 
have anyone to ask but you. Will you stay with Hwa this 
weekend at my home? It'll be for two nights." 

As nonchalantly as I could I managed to get out, 
"Sure." 

Relief flooded Prof. Kim's face. She forgot her normal 
demeanor and hugged me. "This is important conference, 
and I must attend. I know Hwa will have good time with 
you." 

"Right," I thought. 

On Friday afternoon, I went over to Prof. Kim's home 
with my things for the weekend. Prof. Kim had to catch 
the train, so she quickly kissed Hwa and shook my hand, 
and she was off. Hwa and I just smiled as she left. It 
was a strange sensation to have such an opportunity 
handed to you. 

"Come and let me show you my home," Hwa said. "I don't 
think you've seen anything except the basement." She 
led me on a tour of the house. It was modest in size, a 
first level and a basement; however, out in the fenced 
back yard was a small pool. Pool furniture lined the 
apron surrounding the pool. Off in one corner was a 
box, which Hwa proceeded to drag out towards the pool. 
She opened it up and started taking out party 
materials: paper plates, cups, chopsticks, drinks and 
things. 

"What's going on?" I asked, though I suspected. 

"I'm throwing a party for you and some of my friends 
tonight. It starts in a couple of hours." 

I helped her get things together around the pool, and 
then she said, "Come on inside. I want to show you my 
new swim suit." 

I didn't have to be asked twice for that! She led me to 
her room, where she casually stripped in front of me 
and then stepped into her new, white bikini. She was 
exquisite in her new suit. And I told her so. 

"Thank you for the compliment. What do you think is the 
best: the top or the bottom?" she asked playfully. 

Responding in kind, I said, "Well, I'd have to make a 
careful inspection, to see which part felt best to me." 

"Go right ahead." We have an hour before the first 
guests arrive. 

Like a boy at a candy store for the first time, I 
didn't know whether to go upstairs or downstairs. This 
was the kind of hard decision I liked! For a change, I 
started with her bottom. Stepping up to her face to 
face, I looked into her eyes as I placed my hands 
around her on her butt. I just rubbed her through the 
bikini's fabric for a few minutes. 

Eventually she responded by grinding her pelvis into my 
left leg. Of course, this friction made my hard as 
well. Lowering her bikini bottom to the floor, she 
stepped away and then resumed her original position 
against my leg. Her breathing became irregular and 
faster as she abandoned herself to the feeling, my 
hands massaging her buns, and her pelvic region 
stimulated by my left leg. 

Then, I reached up and removed Hwa's bikini top. Her 
extended nipples invited my touch. We lay down on my 
bed, so my hands could get busy with these very 
sensitive tips to her beautiful, pear- shaped breasts. 
Laying down behind her, I reached around and took each 
breast in one hand, and did not let go for several 
minutes. 

The effect was as immediate upon her as it was 
effective. Almost no time elapsed before she came, with 
just my stimulation of these nipples. After a few 
minutes, she turned around, and said, "Let's not 
concentrate on me so much. I feel bad for doing that 
the last two times with you. I'm going to take off your 
clothes, and make you a happy man." 

With me lying now naked on my back, Hwa brought her 
body to bear against my hard penis in a most 
imaginative way. Starting with her feet, she used all 
the body parts she could to stimulate my penis. Her 
massage with her feet left me surprised and gasping. 
Her small feet kneaded my penis flesh in very erotic 
ways. 

The sight of those feet on my penis was really turning 
me on. Her small toe traced small figures into my penis 
flesh. Then she started mouthing my penis. A light, 
teasing tickling with her tongue kept me hard, but on 
this side of an orgasm. Then she used her breasts. 
While they were not large enough to have the kind of 
cleavage to wrap around my penis, she used her nipples 
to stimulate the glans area. This was the most erotic 
thing she did. Kneeling at my side, perpendicular to me 
at my penis, she dragged her body sideways, so that 
first her right and then her left nipple dragged across 
that extra-sensitive penis part. This erotic scene was 
heightened because it started in her a string of 
nipple-oriented orgasms. 

"Oh my God. Ai-go. Too much!" she panted. After about 
ten minutes of this, she then lay down beside me, but 
with both of us on our sides, with me behind her in a 
"spoon" position. She reached around and grabbed my 
rock-hard penis and guided me to her pussy area. 

"But you're a virgin," I exclaimed. "Do you want me to 
enter you from the rear?" 

"No, a virgin I'll remain. I just want you to take your 
penis and rub across the outside of my pussy." 

What a nice position. With her squeezing her legs 
together, and with me inserting my penis into the small 
area formed by her legs just outside her pussy area, it 
was almost like entering a real pussy. With each 
thrust, her juices coated my penis, making the 
experience more and more enjoyable. For her too. 

Each time I thrust forward, I tickled her clitoris with 
the head of my penis. After a few minutes of this, she 
was gasping again from the far side of her multiple 
orgasms. I reached around with my free hand and 
stimulated her clitoris directly. The effect upon her 
was immediate. She stiffened her entire body, grabbed 
her nipples and came for all she was worth! That was 
all I could take as well, and I withdrew my penis and 
came upon her back. 

What this young girl could do! And to me! 

A few minutes later, her guests arrived. It was to be a 
small party of five people. In addition to Hwa and me, 
she invited two of her girl friends from high school, 
Mina and Ahn. Ahn's boyfriend also arrived with the two 
girls. His name was Byong. 

Byong was a small, wiry, but muscular young man of 18. 
He was on the wrestling team at school. His face was 
very ready to smile at just about anything, plus he was 
a bit nervous, which made him smile even more. His 
girlfriend Ahn was also small, perhaps one of the 
smallest young budding women I had seen. Perhaps 4' 6" 
tall and 80 pounds, she was nevertheless a mature 18- 
year old package of womanhood. 

I estimated her breast size to be a 29A. Her English 
was not that great, so she and I were to converse what 
we could in Korean language. She had on a loose shirt 
and jeans. Her glasses made her look like an 
intellectual. Ahn's face was lovely, a classic- styled 
Korean beauty she was to become! 

Mina introduced herself to me. She was also 18, just 
last week, but also well on her way to becoming a 
lovely woman. Her tight orange top covered what 
appeared to be a 31A or small 'B' breast size. Her 
jeans flared out to show a nice set of buns. But it was 
her eyes that I noticed most of all. They were 
hypnotic. They seemed alive with their own life and 
energy. When she looked at me, I could not break her 
gaze until she released me. She reminded me of someone, 
but I couldn't place her right away, until she told me, 
"Yung is my twin sister. We are fraternal twins." 

My mouth dropped, speechless. Yung was an incredibly 
sexy young woman, and it looked like her sister was 
too. Mina came over to me and kissed me on the cheek, 
and whispered, in Korean: "I know everything." Then she 
backed away and locked my eyes again in her gaze. It 
was going to be an interesting party! 

We ate first. Hwa had ordered Chinese take-out (in 
Korea, Chinese food is the best!), and we took it out 
beside the pool and ate. Hwa produced some beer, which 
everyone enjoyed. After half an hour, with the sun 
going down, we were mellow in each other's company. 
During dinner our conversation turned to school, to 
life in America, and to the typical things that 
teenagers talk about. 

After we cleared away the food, Hwa instructed us to 
gather near the pool on a blanket. She had a deck of 
cards in her hand. "Now, we're going to play strip 
poker," she announced in a slightly tipsy voice. "Here 
are the rules. Each person takes one card. The ace is 
high, the two is low. Whoever has the low card, loses. 
He or she will have to sacrifice one piece of their 
clothing. Socks count as one piece. The person with the 
highest card will be the one who gets to remove that 
piece of clothing. But that's not all. 

The person who wins draws another card, and the value 
of the card is the amount of time they have to remove 
that piece of clothing. They can only touch that part 
of their body where the clothing covers. If there's a 
tie for winning or losing, the persons with the tie 
have to share the same fate, whether it is removing a 
piece of their clothes, or removing a piece of someone 
else's clothes. Finally, if two people of the same sex 
are winners and losers, only the loser has to remove 
his or her clothes, by themselves. That is, unless they 
want to remove each other's clothes. Everyone ready? 

We all looked around. Mina, sitting across from me, 
gave me a knowing look. And we all gave Hwa our signal 
we were ready. 

The first round, Byong lost to Mina. Mina drew a 4 
after that, so she took 4 minutes to remove Byong's 
white socks. But the way she did it was a sight to 
behold. She fondled his toes as if they were individual 
penises. The game was off to a hot start! 

The second round I lost to Ahn. Since I had not put on 
my socks after Hwa and I had our pre- party romp, Ahn 
removed my shirt after drawing a 9. Asking me to stand 
up, she started to take off my t-shirt. But that proved 
difficult. She was so small, and I was so tall, that 
either she had to stand on a chair, or I had to kneel 
in front of her. For safety, I kneeled. 

As she peeled off my shirt, she came close in so that 
more than just her hands handled my body. Her breasts, 
hidden within their own fabric, rubbed intentionally, 
brazenly, against my stomach and chest. And this had an 
effect upon my penis. My short pants tented with my 
penis straining to get free. Ahn ended her 9 minutes 
with her covered breasts rubbing my uncovered nipples. 
After this demonstration, the party entered a new gear. 
We realized this was going to be serious fun! 

The third round Hwa won, and Mina was her target. She 
drew a Queen, and so had 10 minutes to remove Mina's 
clothing. Mina elected to have Hwa do the honors, but 
she started with Mina's pants! Within minutes, Mina was 
in her underwear. She looked surprised at how fast 
things had gone, but she gave me another look, and 
opened her legs slightly so I could see her dressed 
that way. 

In the next round, Byong and I drew 9s, and Ahn drew a 
three. We then drew a 7 for our time to remove a piece 
of her clothing. Taking a cue from the previous round, 
Byong and I consulted with each other and removed her 
top. She stood up and held her arms up, and Byong in 
front and I in the back lifted up the shirt of this 
lithe, tiny beauty.

No bra! I quickly discovered. She hardly needed one, 
however. Her breasts were absolutely firmly anchored to 
her petite body frame, but soft to the touch. Byong 
took one, and I the other, and for the rest of our time 
we admired her tits with our hands and tongues. She 
shivered in delight as we all sat down, and sat up 
proudly with her breasts in full view. Byong's and my 
penises were just as obvious, though hidden. 

I won the next round, and Mina lost. Since she already 
had her pants off, I looked her in the eyes and 
communicated that it was shirt-time. I had 3 minutes. 
Standing up together, we approached each other and I 
quickly lifted her orange top. Her bra was a sheer one 
that showed that she had exactly the same nipples as 
her sister Yung. They were puffed out! Her bra left 
nothing to the imagination, and so for 3 minutes I let 
my fingers to the walking around her upper body, 
including over her bra. She purred her pleasure. 

The next round went to Hwa, who beat Byong. He had only 
lost his socks, and this time he lost his shirt. For 10 
minutes, Hwa played with his upper body and nipples, 
and occasionally brushed her body up against his hard-
on. 

He lost the next round to his girlfriend, who drew a 5. 
His pants left the scene quickly, and Ahn mercilessly 
rubbed the front of his underwear until wet, pre-cum 
stains appeared. It was obvious they had done things 
like this before, but both were out of breath when time 
was called. 

Hwa lost the next round to me. Since she had not yet 
lost, I knew she had on her underwear, a shirt and her 
short pants. I went for the shirt in the 8 minutes I 
had. Her breasts drews gasps of delight from the small 
crowd, and soon Hwa was doing her own gasping, as I let 
her have 8 minutes of nipple-focused heaven. Her orgasm 
in minute #2 was the first of the evening. Her orgasm 
at the end of minute #8 was the tenth. We were all very 
turned on by this. Our hands started rubbing our own 
bodies in response. 

Ahn lost to me in the next round, and I completed her 
disrobing with the removal of her underwear. In the 
four minutes allotted to me, I caressed her vulva area 
with my hands, and then my tongue. She came at the end 
of our time together, her small body tensing and then 
releasing in pleasure. 

Mina and Hwa both drew cards with 5 on them. Ahn and I 
drew 6s. Together we would disrobe each girl. Hwa would 
lose her short pants to Ahn, and Mina would give up her 
bra to me. I drew the card that would give us the time. 
It was an ace! YES! Ten minutes! 

And what a 10 minutes they were! Ahn quickly liberated 
Hwa's pants and started to rub her southern regions, 
back and front, where they had covered her skin. Her 
hands even reached to her pussy area, and Hwa resounded 
with more orgasms. With that sound in the background, I 
worked on Mina's bra. Reaching around, eyes again 
locked on each other, I dropped her bra to the ground 
and then lightly touched her breasts with their puffy 
nipples. 

She collapsed into me, staggered by the feeling. As she 
collapsed, she ground herself into my penis. What an 
exquisite, wonderful feeling, to have this girl melt 
into a shape that conformed to my own body! By the time 
our ten minutes were up, she had come several times. 
Also at the end of our time, no one seemed to be able 
to stop, and Byong joined in, first removing his own 
underwear to reveal a sizeable penis, and then removing 
Hwa's underwear (leaving her naked). Mina stopped long 
enough to announce: "M here has his clothes on. He 
wins. What's his prize?" 

Everyone stopped to think, but very reluctantly, 
because each was involved in their own world. After a 
little thought, my prize was to be whoever I wanted, if 
she wanted to be my prize. I looked around. Ahn was 
certainly alluring with her diminutive, fully developed 
body, but I didn't know Byong well enough to assume Ahn 
and I could take our liberties together. Hwa and her 
super-sensitive body was also demanding my attention, 
but I had already tasted of her that evening. So, my 
choice was easy. I looked at Mina and said, "I would 
like to be yours tonight. Will you have me?" She only 
responded with her eyes. 

A space was cleared on the blanket while Mina removed 
the rest of my clothes. Ahn came over to help her, with 
her breasts rubbing my legs as she struggled with my 
jeans. Together, they revealed my penis. After Ahn took 
one long feel of my penis with her extra-small hand, 
she went over to Byong and sat down with the rest. It 
was show time with Mina and me in the center of the 
blanket. 

She began with her look at me. I think she was hypnotic 
with the way she looked at me. Something pre-verbal and 
primal came through in her look. I was certainly 
entranced by her. After we broke our eye-hold on each 
other, I rubbed her breasts with one hand, and her 
pussy with another. Her puffy nipples quivered with 
each orgasm, as if they had tiny muscles underneath 
them. 

Tasting her nipples during her orgasms, they felt as if 
tiny popcorn kernels were going off under her nipples. 
She then changed position to lick my penis. All the 
while she licked, she locked my eyes with her almond-
shaped eyes. I could see my reflection in them. "Come," 
her eyes urged. "Come!" And so I did. I splashed her 
mouth, her breasts, and even got one shot that landed 
on Ahn's foot. 

"Great show!" everyone clapped. I was spent, and so I 
rested and watched as the rest of the teenagers poked 
and explored their bodies. Byong was lying on his back, 
with Ahn impaled upon his penis. She was bouncing up 
and down, with her perfect breasts keeping time. Hwa 
sat on his face, as she came time and again with his 
attention to her clitoris. Her hands kept her nipples 
in a state of constant frustration. 

After a few moments, Byong let his sperm spew on the 
back of Hwa, still on his face. Ahn reached down to 
assist him manually through his orgasmic throes. It was 
an amazing sight. Ahn then came over to Mina and to me, 
and asked if she could join me in some love-making. 
That was cool with Mina, and so Ahn leaned over and 
sucked new life into my limp penis. 

Her mouth was small, so she could not get much in, but 
what she lacked in equipment, she made up for in 
technique. She knew exactly where my sensitive spots 
were (had she consulted with anyone?), and in just two 
minutes I was hard. During that time, I was mesmerized 
by the feel of her breasts in my hand. Lying down, she 
invited me to enter her vagina. Knowing that she was 
not a virgin, I did not hesitate. 

My penis was large for her. It took several minutes of 
slow in-and-out movement to prepare the way for my 
entry. During that time, she came and came and came, 
cooing like a song bird, and I was not even inside her 
yet! All that coming action must have prepared her 
well, for all at once, I glided in and bottomed out in 
her, just as I was fully inside her. The velvety 
tightness of Ahn was certainly overwhelming. 

Her coos of pleasure attracted everyone's attention, 
and it was not long before we were the main event. The 
sight of my large penis and body inside and next to her 
pint-sized body was arousing, and everyone had their 
hand on either their own sex organs, or were massaging 
someone else's. 

Finally, during one of her earthiest orgasms, I had 
mine. What sweet pleasure it was! And everyone else 
soon came again, either with their own hands or someone 
else's hands upon their body. 

I had had three orgasms that night, and so I was spent. 
I spent the rest of the time watching the three girls 
and one young man enjoy themselves, but I could tell 
that their energy was waning. Mina was the first to 
uncouple herself from the crowd, and came over to where 
I was. She was positively flushed from her sex play, 
and sweaty too. I suggested either a short swim, or a 
shower. 

"How about both?" Naked, we jumped into the pool and 
swam some laps together. Her eyes kept on searching 
mine out, and I found myself again strangely taken by 
her. Jumping out of the pool, we found the shower. I 
lathered up my hands and rubbed her clean, inside and 
out. She grunted a few times in orgasmic satisfaction 
to that, and then returned the favor. The feel of her 
small hand and the lubricating soap was the right 
effect, and I had my fourth release of the evening. I 
was having an unbelievable time! When we got out to the 
pool, everyone else was in as well, and so Mina and I 
joined them. 

"Are we spending the night here?" someone asked. Hwa 
said it was OK, however Byong had a wresting team 
curfew to keep, and Mina had her own parents' curfew to 
keep. So within a few minutes, they had to leave. I 
walked them both to the door. Byong said he was glad to 
meet me, and hoped that I would enjoy my evening, 
whatever happened. Mina melted against me again as her 
way of saying Goodbye. Her kiss aroused me once again, 
because when she left, I was left with a boner. 

I walked into the living room where Hwa and Ahn were, 
sporting my erection. "My God," said Ahn in Korean. 
"What shall we do with M?" And it wasn't long before 
each was handling my penis in her own way. Asking me to 
spread my legs out, Hwa started working on my balls 
with her hand, and then her mouth. Ahn got some suntan 
oil and applied it to my dick with her small hands. 

Using both, she was able to complete the circumference 
of my penis. Up and down her hands went, with her two 
thumbs paying special attention to my sensitive glans. 
This went on for quite awhile, for I didn't think I 
could come again. Finally, however, when I placed each 
of my hands on each girl's chest, that was enough. I 
erupted, and then collapsed. 

I think I fell asleep right there, for when I woke up 
it was dark and I was covered up on the carpet where I 
had collapsed. I looked at my watch and discovered it 
was 4:00 in the morning. And I needed to pee badly! 
When I have to pee badly in the night, I wake up with a 
raging hard-on. So I went to the bathroom, only to find 
out that I was not alone. A naked Ahn was just 
finishing up. I greeted her with a kiss and a hug. 

"Good morning," she said in Korean, "Did you sleep 
well." 

"Like a baby," I said, and she grinned. Our hug kept on 
going, and my penis, still hard, nestled between the 
breasts of this young, small beauty. She rubbed me back 
and forth between her ample chest, rubbing my penis on 
her chest from nipple to nipple. As my penis came into 
contact with her nipple, she breathed in sharply. 

Then I picked up this 80 pound young woman with my 
arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We 
locked our lips and tongues together as she lowered her 
now gaping pussy onto my iron hard penis. It was not 
long before she bottomed out on me this way. Gasping 
through her mouth, and snorting through her nose, she 
started her cooing again, but quietly so as not to 
disturb Hwa's sleep. 

Her orgasms were intense and long, and pretty soon I 
had mine as well. Disengaging ourselves, we stepped 
into the shower and proceeded to clean each other as 
Mina and I had done the night before. We each left the 
shower having peaked again. I was never tired of this 
small-package woman and her charms. 

Later in that day, Ahn and Hwa and I went out to the 
pool to enjoy the sun. Hwa had her new bikini on, Hwa 
had found on old one of Hwa's and I was in my shorts. 
Korean's usually don't sunbathe, because they think 
tanned skin reminds them of blue collar workers who 
have to work outside, so the sun oil was SPF 60. They 
would not cook at all if they had the sun oil on them. 

Naturally, we asked each other to do the honors. Hwa 
was first, and asked me to oil her up. First on her 
stomach, I rubbed the oil into her legs, then into her 
butt, taking special care to linger there (she loved 
that!), and then her back. Turning her over, I repeated 
the exercise, lingering under her bikini bottoms, but 
removing her top before dribbling the oil on her 
nipples and breasts. 

"OH GOD!" she cried. That feels so good. A few seconds 
was all it took for her to come. 

Ahn was next. She asked me to take off her swim suit 
first. It didn't really fit, so why bother? Stretching 
her magnificently small body on the blanket, I rubbed 
the oil first into her back and legs. Turning her over, 
I rubbed her breasts and nipples with my oil-lubricated 
fingers. She could not get enough, and came hard when I 
reached down to her clitoris. 

My turn. My shorts were tented already, so I asked Hwa 
to release them from me. Standing, with Ahn in front, 
Hwa in back, they rubbed me down with the oil. Ahn was 
especially delicate with her small hands on my penis. 
She twisted her small hand back and forth on my penis 
head with one hand, and then rubbed my glans with the 
other. 

I had to lie down when she did that, and I took the 
rest of their application lying down. Hwa joined in the 
lubrication of my penis, one hand on the lower part and 
the other coating my balls with oil. Together they 
started a four-part rhythm with their four hands on my 
dick, and I responded with a massive orgasm that Ahn 
took on her face. 

We could now stay out in the sun with some peace! 

That evening, after Ahn had to leave, Hwa and I 
continued our private lessons, but I don't think she 
needed them anymore. The next morning, I graduated her 
with a multi-orgasm session, and then we cleaned up the 
house before her mom returned. 

***

A few weeks later, Yung came by my office. Dressed in a 
pair of shorts and halter top, she quickly got my 
attention. Again, her eyes were mesmerizing. I could 
not tell if she really had some power over me or not. 
All I knew was that when she looked at me, I could not 
refuse anything se asked. She closed the office door 
behind her and came over to my desk. Laying her books 
on the chair, she said that she and her sister were 
inviting me over to their home the next Friday evening. 
Their parents were gone for the evening and the next 
day until the afternoon, so it would be just us. 

Before she left my office, she leaned over and kissed 
me great passion. "I think you'll find Friday night 
very interesting," she said. 

I asked, "Who will be there?" 

"Just Mina and me." I was instantly hard, which Yung 
noticed, and which she teased through my pants. 

Friday finally arrived, finally. I wonder what the 
girls had in mind. I knocked on the door, and both 
girls opened the door. It was something to behold both 
of them at the same time. Each girl tried to get my 
attention with her eyes, and each was hard to resist. 
Now, with them together, I could see them both. 

Both girls were both the same height; the older one was 
perhaps 7 pounds heavier. Yung was a 32B, while Mina 
was a 31A, or perhaps a B. Mina's breasts were just a 
bit smaller than her sister's. I could tell this even 
though neither had her clothes off. Both girls had on 
very tight silk tops with black leotards. Mina's top 
was light pink; Yung's was bright red. I could also 
tell that each girl had puffy nipples unhindered by any 
bra. 

"Come in," said Yung, acting the host. Mina took my 
offering of wine, and took it into the kitchen to open 
it. She returned a few minutes later with three glasses 
and the bottle. While she was gone, Yung and I got 
caught up with her classes. When Mina returned, she and 
I spent some time talking about her high school. She 
did not want to do nursing when she graduated, but 
rather art work. I mentioned that I had posed before, 
if she ever needed a model. 

The wine started to work, since it was nearly a meal 
time, and our stomachs were empty. The effect of the 
wine upon both young women was obvious. Their faces 
were flushed pinkish red, a color somewhere between the 
two colors of their tops. I wondered if their flushed 
state extended to other parts of their bodies. The 
stares of the sisters into my eyes grew more obvious 
and intense. Finally, the Yung said, "M, thanks for 
coming over tonight. Both I and my sister have had the 
pleasure of making love to you separately. Tonight, 
we'd like to have the unique pleasure of making love 
with you together. I hope that meets with your 
approval." Her stare was hypnotic. 

I nodded yes, and asked, "May we begin?" 

Mina said, "Now is good. My sister and I would like to 
have a little competition to start things off. As you 
know, both of us come quickly when you stimulate us, so 
we'd like to propose that you begin with a contest: 
which of the two of us will take the longest to have 
her first orgasm?" The sister who won this contest 
would get to bring me to my first orgasm. 

This was going to be fun. I loved long foreplay 
sessions. Using the "scissors-rock-paper" game, Mina 
was selected to go first. That probably put her sister 
at a disadvantage if she were to watch the two of us 
engage in erotic play first, and then her turn would 
come. I expected Yung would cream in my hands in 
seconds. But we would see. 

I approached Mina on a couch and we started kissing, 
while her sister started timing. I started a very light 
kissing routine on her face and then her upper body, 
not spending any extra time on her breasts, which were 
still wrapped in pink. By the time I started to remove 
her top, she was starting to breathe heavily. Her puffy 
nipples seemed larger than before. I remembered the 
little sensations that her nipples had when you sucked 
them while she was having an orgasm. 

Using the absolute lightest of touches, I brushed her 
nipples with my finger, causing her to moan and squeeze 
her legs together in agonizing sweetness. Then I traced 
the outline of her beautiful breasts with my own palm, 
encasing each breast with my hand in ever-so-light 
embrace. It would not be long, I was sure, before her 
first orgasm. But I wanted to give each girl an equal 
chance, so I did not rush this most wonderful of 
assignments. 

Meanwhile, my own penis is just screaming to be 
released. These two sisters' bodies are the hottest I 
have known in Korea, and the chance to be with just one 
of them alone was privilege enough. While I 
concentrated upon Mina's breasts, Yung came over and 
sat on the other side of me, and started to rub my 
body. 

She was able to remove my shirt, and then my short 
pants, and finally I lifted my body so that she could 
get to my penis unhindered. Her memorable hold on my 
penis began. Slipping her entire hand over the head of 
my penis, she brought her fingers into contact with my 
penis, drawing her hand away from me, and ending with a 
wonderful tug around the rim of my penis head. 

"Oh my God," I thought. "I might be the first to come 
if she does that!" Her sister did not touch my penis, 
so that she would not be overly stimulated and lose the 
bet. Fortunately, Yung did not play with me so 
intensely. Most of her touching were light stimulations 
designed to get me rock hard, but no more. 

As I continued to stroke Mina's breasts, she started 
slipping away to orgasmville. "Ohhhh, I'm comingggg," 
she said in Korean. Since her time had come, I grabbed 
one puffed out nipple with my mouth and intensified her 
pleasure. Her nipple was alive! Muscles beneath it were 
going off right and left, so that her nipple literally 
vibrated as she came. She was pinching her other nipple 
with the fingers of one hand, and grabbing her crotch 
with the other. Her first orgasm came at minute 9 and 
35 seconds. 

Yung had her work cut out for her. She had rubbed my 
own cock into a frenzy, and had witnessed her sister's 
orgasm. How long would she last before her first one? I 
remember the first time I kissed each of her puffy 
nipples, she came each time. To prolong her staying 
power, I asked her to remove her own red top. Her skin 
beneath matched the color, because the wine made her 
skin turn pinkish-red. With the appearance of her 
nipples and pear-shaped breasts, she stared at me her 
old stare. Her gaze seemed to scream out to me: "Do 
whatever you have to, I want to win this one. You won't 
be sorry." 

So slow and gentle I took her. Mina started playing 
with my boy toy while I carefully touched Yung so as 
not to cause her to come. I didn't see how she could 
last. Already, with just a few fleeting touches of her 
breasts and nipples, her panting was loud, her mouth 
open and dry, her eyes closed. The competition ended 
after only 3 minutes with Yung. She "lost" the 
competition with a very strong eruption accompanied by 
a throaty growl and snorting. She did not seem sad to 
have lost to her sister. 

Mina therefore won the orgasm competition. That meant 
she was to give me my first orgasm. She asked me how I 
wanted it: by hand, by mouth, or by pussy. I wanted her 
hands on me and her mouth. So I asked her to start off 
by hand, and then change to mouth for the finale. Yung 
settled in to watch, her arms folded just under her 
wonderful, extra-sensitive chest. 

I lay down on the carpet, closed my eyes, and gave in 
to the exquisite feelings coming from Mina's 
manipulation of my penis. Starting at the tip, she 
would force my cock through a small hold she made with 
each of her hands, then when she had made it over the 
head of my penis, twist her hands back and forth across 
the most sensitive parts of my penis. From there, she 
worked her way down to the balls. Each time she did 
this, I arrived closer and closer to the doorstep of my 
orgasm. Her slow, deliberate and measured pace ensured 
that I would not come too soon. 

Yung got impatient with her sister's patience, and came 
over and offered her nipples by turn to my mouth. She 
was well into her double-digited orgasms by the time I 
was ready to blow my load. Mina switched from her hand 
pleasuring to her mouth. The tightness of her lips and 
mouth was as good as it gets, and I was quickly 
rendered helpless. Knowing my release was imminent, she 
stepped up the pace until I growled and heaved, bucked 
and spewed. 

Both girls still had on their pants, and so I removed 
each pair, starting with Yung's. After I had completely 
unclothed each sister, I began to lick each one's 
pussy. Their renewed groans were my reward. It took 
almost no stimulation to make each girl come hard. 
After awhile, Mina grabbed my dick and started 
massaging it until I was hard again. 

I wasted no time in using my tool on Mina as her 
reward. Soon we were into some serious fucking. She had 
come several times before I then turned my compass 
pointer to Yung's magnetic pussy. Like her sister, she 
heaved and howled several times in the space of a few 
minutes. For nearly an hour we went like that, first 
one sister, then another. Some breast work, then cock 
to pussy contact. And all over again. 

During one of these rounds, while deep into the pussy 
of Yung, I reached the point of no return, and came and 
came and came. Their multiple orgasms must have been 
infectious, for I seemed to be having a series of my 
own, or else a very long orgasm. 

Afterwards, I was exhausted by these two inexhaustible 
sisters, and I fell asleep on Yung's breasts, very 
content.

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