Chapter 1: Remarkable girls

I’m a teacher at a community college. It’s not that interesting a job, to be honest. I teach art, mostly drawing, photography and sculpture. There is the one big upside. Somehow girls love to study art. It’s a good job I don’t teach civil engineering where it’s male-dominated. Most of the men studying art are gay, so I have very little competition.

Every year I pick a few of my students and, not to mince words, I try to seduce them. We’re not meant to seduce our students but they are adults so it is up to them. I used to always pick the most attractive girls, the obvious choices, but they have often been having sex most of the way through high school, they have been hit on hundreds of times since they got to college, and are generally pretty knowledgeable. Once in bed, fucking them is pretty much the same experience. They all know how to give a reasonable blowjob. They all know how they like their clit to be treated. They all know the same repertoire of sexual positions. Plus, because they have had lots of experience, they are comparatively easy to seduce.

I like more of a challenge than that and a less predictable experience in bed. Nothing quite beats the experience of being the first cock that a girl has ever taken into her mouth, her only prior experience being sucking a popsicle. Or when a girl spreads her legs self-consciously and lets you be the first person to see that most intimate corner of her body. Or a girl who has only ever been with girls finally experiences her first man.

So I decided to do something different. I seduce the misfits, often girls who I guess have had very little sexual experience. Somehow they are more exciting in bed even though they are a bit clueless about what they are doing. In fact, because they are a bit clueless about what they are doing. They are discovering everything, and their amateurishness and inexperience just makes for a more interesting time. They are eager to learn and I’m happy to teach them.

So how do I pick them? I look for girls who have a fault, especially if they also seem to be a bit shy. So the girls who are flat-chested tomboys. The Asians who don’t speak perfect English. The Mexicans who were brought up strict Catholics and only came here recently. Girls who haven’t been hit on all their lives. I call them remarkable. The remarkable girls that I select for special treatment.

Chapter 2: Jaycee goes climbing

The first remarkable girl is called Jaycee. She is a Filipina. Short and petite with medium sized breasts. Medium length black hair, of course, which she always has in a ponytail. Like many Asians she looks younger than she must be. She has big eyes that make her look a little like a Japanese anime character. She is very shy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her initiate a conversation or ask a question in front of the class. She is in my clay sculpture class. When I saw her in a short-sleeved shirt I was surprised how muscular she was. I asked her about it. At first she got embarrassed, as if being muscular was something bad. But eventually she told me she was a keen climber, who went to the climbing gym regularly as a way of keeping fit.

“What do you want to sculpt?” I asked.

“I was thinking of a nude.”

“Male or female?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Female. A slit is a hell of a lot easier than a cock to sculpt. Or you can even cheat like the classical sculptors and pretend that girls don’t have anything there at all.”

She blushed, clearly surprised and embarrassed by my explicitness.

“I guess,” she said. I wondered if she’d ever seen a real cock.

“But since you are just starting you really need to work from some photographs, so you can take measurements, check angles and so on. It is really hard to shape a realistic body from just an idea in your head.”

“How do I do that?”

“Best is if you have a friend who would let you photograph her from all angles nude. Or nearly nude.”

“I don’t think I know anyone who’d be up for that.”

I laughed. “You’d be too shy to ask anyway, I guess.”

“Is it that obvious? I’d die.”

“I’ve got an idea. In one of the photography studios we have a climbing wall. Not really for climbing, more for posing in interesting ways. Take some photographs of yourself climbing. It would make a more interesting sculpture, one that could be hung on a wall. That makes things easier too, since the side facing away doesn’t get seen.”

“How do I take the photographs?”

“I’ll help you if you like.”

“What do I need to wear?”

“Climbing naked would be the best. Or if you are too shy, just wear tight shorts and a sports bra.”

“I couldn’t be naked. I mean…well, nobody has ever seen me naked.”

I laughed again. “So you’ve never had a boyfriend, I guess.”

She blushed again. “I wasn’t really admitting that. It makes me seem like such a loser. As if I’m not attractive.”

“You are very pretty. Don’t be insecure.”

“Thanks.”

“Bring something to wear tomorrow and I’ll find out when we can have the wall.”

So the first stage of the plan was set. She was indeed a virgin. I’d photograph her the next day on the climbing wall. And try and coax her out of her clothes. Once someone has been naked in front of you it is a lot easier to get her undressed a second time.

I met Jaycee at the climbing wall. It was only the height of the room, so not really meant for climbing practice, just for photographing and sketching muscular people in interesting positions.

Jaycee peeled off her sweatshirt. She was wearing a sports bra that nicely shaped her firm breasts.

“You should take off your shorts too,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because they are too bulky. When you look at your photographs to sculpt your ass, you won’t be able to see anything.”

“OK,” she said doubtfully.

“You are wearing panties, right?”

“Of course.”

“So it’s just as if you were in a swimsuit. It really doesn’t make much difference that it is underwear.”

She undid her shorts and slipped them off. She was wearing plain white cotton panties. We started taking pictures. She would climb a couple of feet off the floor and get into an interesting position and I would take a few pictures from each side and from behind. When she eventually picked a pose to sculpt, she should have matching pictures from several angles.

“Are you feeling brave?” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Face the wall. Take off your bra. Take off your panties. Then we’ll take some more pictures. If you keep facing the wall I can’t see much. Your breasts. Your…whatever you like to call it. Your sex.”

“I can’t. I’m too shy. Even just from behind.”

“Come on. Art is at least partially about pushing boundaries. Just do it and don’t overthink it.”

“What are you going to do with the photos?”

“Nothing. I’m just going to give you the memory card. I won’t even see them. I’m just your photographer.”

She stood there looking at me, obviously wondering if she could summon up the courage to do it. Suddenly she turned and then pulled her sports bra over her head and slipped off her panties. She was naked. She got back onto the climbing wall and I took more pictures. Of course in many poses with her body spread out on the climbing holds, even from behind, her pussy was on view, nicely framed between her outspread legs.

“I think that’s probably enough,” I said. “But you are the boss. It is up to you.”

To my surprise she seemed to have grown less self-conscious about being naked. When she came down off the wall she turned to face me and I got to see her front for the first time. Her breasts were small but very firm, crowned with prominent darker nipples. At the base of her belly was a small tuft of black silky hair that was just thick enough to hide all sight of her slit.

“Just stand there,” I said. I raised the camera and took some photographs of her from the front.

“Why are you taking those?”

“For you. When you are older you’ll be glad to have them.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before. It still feels weird. I know we have people come into life drawing all the time who strip off as if it was perfectly normal but I’m just not used to it.”

“Do you want to take some more photos? Sexier ones? Given that you are naked already.”

“Hmm,” she said doubtfully.

“Come on. It’s nothing I’ve not seen already.”

“How do you mean?”

“When you were naked on the climbing wall. In some positions I was looking up between your legs. I’ve already seen everything.”

“Really? You are the first person to see me there. Even I’ve never looked.”

“Well, when you look at the photos you’ll find out how you look down there.”

“OK, what do you want me to do?”

“Just sit on the mat there. Pull your knees up to your chest.” Posing like that her pussy was framed by her feet.

“Now lie back,” I continued. “Part your legs.”

“Oh my god, I have never done anything like this,” she said as she spread her legs wide in a blatantly pornographic pose. The symmetric lips of her pussy were spread like a small brown fall leaf.

“You look so sexy, Jaycee. Hell, you are sexy.”

“This is so weird.”

“Touch yourself.”

“How do you mean?”

“Like when you masturbate.”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

“You don’t ever pleasure yourself. Sexually.”

“I am so ignorant of almost everything to do with sex.” Suddenly she sat up and started to cry. “I feel so useless here in America. Everyone knows everything and I’m ashamed to admit I know nothing.”

This was perfect. Not only was she a virgin, she was a completely blank canvas. She’d no clue about her body, not even looked at herself between her legs. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her. Sometimes, the best way to seduce a girl is to hit on her hard, but with a complete novice, reassurance is key. After all, girls are a bit like cats. You have to give them enough time and let them come to you. If you chase after them immediately, nothing good happens.

“It’s OK,” I said.

I thought about taking her home there and then but decided it would be moving too fast. Instead I’d just get her comfortable talking with me about intimate stuff.

“So you don’t know what masturbation is?” I asked.

“Not really. I think it’s when I touch myself. Touch my…you know…between my legs.”

“Your pussy.”

“My…pussy,” she said slowly as if she was experimenting with a new word, which I suppose she probably was.

“Do you know where your clitoris is? Your clit?”

“No. Is it in my…my pussy?”

“Not exactly. Do you want me to show you?”

“I suppose.”

“I’ll have to touch you to show you. OK?”

“Really? Just do it before I think about it too much.”

I reached down between her legs. I ran my finger along the length of her pussy.

“These are your pussy lips,” I said. “You’ll be able to see them clearly if you look at the photos we took. This is the entrance to your vagina.” I gently pushed just a fingertip into her. “And here, where your pussy lips come together, is your clit. It’s not very big. It gets hard when you get excited…sexually excited. If you stroke it, then it will feel really good.”

I started to gently rub her clit with the tip of one finger. “Wow,” she sighed as novel feelings radiated from her clit for the first time. “I had no idea…wow, that’s…like distilled joy or something.”

I took my hand away, grabbed her hand and put it between her legs.

“You can do it yourself.”

She moved her finger to her clit and started to finger herself. “Oh my god. How did I never discover this for myself?”

“Once you discover just how you like to touch yourself then you can orgasm.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s when your body winds up tight and then sort of explodes. It’s hard to explain. It’s sort of like sneezing. Except in your pussy. And it goes on for longer than a sneeze. And it feels wonderful.”

“Wow that sounds weird rather than wonderful.”

“Try it tonight,” I said. “When you get into bed, stroke your clit, find out which way feels the best. If you start to have unusual feelings, you may even think you are about to pee, then don’t stop. When you first touch yourself it will feel good, and if you keep going then it will keep feeling even better. Keep going until it happens.”

“How will I know?”

“Don’t worry. You’ll know if it happens. Your body will pulsate with pleasure.”

We sat there for a moment, me fully clothed, her completely naked, masturbating for the first time in her life.

Suddenly she pulled her hand away. “I can’t believe I was doing that. Sitting here naked, touching myself, with you watching. Now I’m suddenly all shy about it.” She moved her legs together.

“Put your clothes on,” I said. “And we’ll go.” Now was not the moment to push it.

I sat there watching her as she dressed. She pulled her sports bra back on and then her sweatshirt. She looked very sexy like that, clothed above the waist but naked below. Finally she pulled on her panties and then her shorts. Her beautiful body disappeared but I knew it would not be the last time I would see it.

Chapter 3: Jane loses a bet

Jane is not a virgin. How am I so sure? Because she’s married. So she shouldn’t really make my list of remarkable girls. But in fact, in all my classes, young married women are rare. So I want to be the first. Not her first lover, of course, her husband or probably someone before him already got there. But I want to be her first married lover, the first cock she breaks her marriage vows for. So she’s remarkable because she’s married not despite it.

She’s a blonde. Tall, with an hourglass figure and big breasts. She could probably be a model if she wanted to. I’d mentally undressed her and decided she would look delicious naked.

I promised to lend her a light meter for her photography course but I left it on my kitchen counter. I know it sounds like a set-up but this time I did genuinely forget. She’s coming to my place this evening, definitely an opportunity for a little flirting. Or perhaps a lot.

“Come in. Let me give you a glass of wine. It’s the least I can do for forgetting the meter and making you come here.”

“Sure,” she said. She was wearing black pants and a plain white blouse. More conservatively dressed than most of the art students. I took her through to the kitchen.

We talked about the wine and the photography class. I decided to get a bit more personal.

“So what have you heard about me?” I asked.

“I’ve heard rumors about you.”

“Oh yes. What sort of rumors?”

“That you…like to seduce your students.”

“Oh that. Do you think it is true?”

“I don’t know. You’ve not tried to seduce me.”

I smiled. “Maybe I’ve just not got round to it yet.”

“Maybe I should be offended that you haven’t tried. That I’m not pretty enough.”

“You are certainly pretty enough. Do you want me to try?”

She laughed. “It’s just an ego thing. I’m married so it’s not as if I am going to let you get anywhere.”

“And you’ve always been a good girl since you got married?”

“I have.”

“So you would be an interesting challenge.”

“How do you mean?”

“Trying to seduce you. Be the first guy into your married pants.”

“That’s not going to happen, I’m afraid.”

“But you’d half like it to, wouldn’t you?”

“It would be a bit of a cliché. Woman sleeps with her art teacher.”

“Art professor fucks his married student. Don’t be so indirect.”

“So if you were going to try to seduce me, what would you do?”

“I could start by leaving a light-meter at home and inviting you to my place and giving you a glass of wine, couldn’t I?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was all planned.”

I laughed. “It wasn’t. But now you are here I guess I should try and get you naked. You look like you have a fabulous body.”

“You’ll just have to imagine what it looks like, I’m afraid.”

I looked her up and down, not hiding that I was mentally undressing her.

“Do you have big nipples?” I asked.

She gasped. “I’m not answering that.”

“Well at least give me a chance to find out.”

“How do you mean?”

“Here’s a little puzzle for you. You are the driver of a bus from, hmm, San Francisco to LA. When the bus leaves San Francisco there are 30 people on the bus. In San Jose 10 people get off and 15 get on.”

I paused, giving her time to do the math.

“In San Luis Obispo 5 people get off and 13 get on.”

I paused again, watching her calculate.

“In Bakersfield 18 get off and just 2 get on. You arrive in LA.”

“OK.”

“You think you know the answer?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

“If you get it wrong, I get your bra.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious.”

“Well, I’m not going to get it wrong.”

“OK. So here’s the question. What was the bus-driver’s name?”

“What?”

“What was the bus-driver’s name?”

“I thought you were going to ask me about the passengers. 27 were on the bus. You never told me the bus driver’s name, did you?”

“It’s Jane.”

“You never told me that.”

“Yes I did. I told you that you were the driver of a bus. So you got it wrong.”

I reached out and started to unbutton her blouse. I expected her to swat my hand away and was pleasantly surprised when she did not. Once I had her blouse undone I pushed it off her shoulders. Then I reached behind her, unclipped her bra and pulled it off. Her large firm breasts had big nipples the size and color of a raspberry, surrounded by pink areolas a couple of inches across.

“I have no idea why I’m letting you do this. I didn’t even agree to the wager.”

“You do have big nipples. Has anyone else seen them?”

“Not since I was married.”

“They are nice.” I bent down and kissed one of them. I felt her body shiver slightly. Her nipple hardened as my tongue continued to caress it. A small moan escaped as I very gently pressed my teeth onto her hard nipple while I continued to flick my tongue over the very tip. I moved across to the other nipple and heard another small moan as I gave it the same treatment. I knew I was turning her on. Her nipples were obviously very sensitive.

I stood up and peeled off my T-shirt. Then I pulled her against me, feeling the firm cushions of her breasts pressed onto my chest. I let my hands slide down her back onto her pants and grabbed her ass. I pulled her against me, pushing the bulge in my jeans against her.

“Oh my god,” she sighed as she felt my rock hard cock.

“Do you want to do it?” I asked as I ground my body against hers. I bent forward and kissed her mouth.

“I can’t. But my body definitely has its own ideas.”

I pulled away from her and cupped my fingers around where her pants encased her sex. She gasped as my fingers touched the fleshiness of her lips through the material. I rubbed her gently.

“Oh god you must stop,” she said. Moaned, more than said. She made no attempt to move away. Instead I felt her hips start to move a little in time with me. I kissed her again.

“Can I trust you?” she said quietly.

“How do you mean?”

“Can I trust you to keep a promise?”

“What do you want me to promise?”

“If I let you into my pants, do you promise you won’t try and fuck me?”

“I give you my word I won’t try and fuck you today.”

“And no oral sex either, okay? Just fingers.”

“I promise.”

She stepped back, slipped her wedding band off and put it on the kitchen counter. Then she took hold of my hand and guided it back to where the material of her pants hid the fleshy folds of her sex. The fleshy folds that she’d just offered to let me have access to.

I took her hand and guided it onto the swelling in my jeans. I was surprised when almost immediately she moved it up and started to undo my belt. I stepped back, undid the button on my jeans and pushed them down along with my underwear. My cock stuck out enthusiastically. She wrapped a hand around my shaft.

I reached down and unclipped the fastener on her pants and slid down the zip. Then I pushed my hand into her panties. I could feel a few wisps of fine hair as my fingers descended until they felt the top of the furrow of her sex.

She let go of my cock and reached over to pick up a bottle of cooking oil on the kitchen counter. She poured some onto her hand and then wrapped it around me again and started to stroke me. Her oiled hand moved smoothly generating wonderful feelings in my cock.

I pushed further underneath her and then curled my finger up between her swollen lips. She had no need of cooking oil, her body was producing its own lubricant copiously. She was hot and very wet. She let out a long sigh of pleasure as my finger slipped into the opening to her body.

I slid my slick finger back the length of her labia, feeling for the distinctive hard little point of her clit. I started to roll my fingertip in small circles once I found it.

“Oh my god, this is so wrong,” she moaned. “But don’t you dare stop.”

She started to pump my cock a little harder and faster as my finger drove her own level of arousal higher and higher. We stood there in the kitchen masturbating each other.

I could sense that she was starting to get close to orgasm. Her hips were starting to thrust back and forth against my fingers. My fingertip slipped back and forth between her wet labia and over the tiny hard nugget that was her clit.

“Are you going to cum for me?” she said. She grasped my cock harder and started to pump me hard and fast.

She leaned back against the kitchen counter and spread her legs wider, making it easier for me to finger her. I started to move my finger in longer strokes, penetrating her as deeply as I could before sliding my finger back and circling her clit.

“Oh I’m going to cum, keep going,” she moaned.

“Me too,” I said. “Just keep up that rhythm.”

Her body suddenly tensed up. She stopped stroking me for a moment. Her knees started to collapse under her and she fell back against the counter. “Oh yes, yes,” she squealed. She clearly tried to concentrate on keeping stroking me as her climax burst through her body but it was too much. “Oh oh oh,” she grunted as her orgasm pulsated, taking over her whole body in an explosion of intense pleasure.

As her orgasm started to die down she remembered to start stroking me again. I pushed my fingers inside her to experience the final ripples of her fading pleasure. She moved and squatted down in front of me and started to stroke me very fast. I knew I was on the point of cumming.

“Yes, I’m going to cum,” I told her as she continued to pump my cock faster and faster.

“Cum all over my breasts.”

I felt the familiar onset of my orgasm. The first strong spurts of my orgasms pumped ropes of white cum onto her magnificent breasts. She continued to pump me empty with her fist as my body emptied onto her breasts. Once my body was quiet she rubbed my cum into her skin as if it was moisturizer. Then she stood up.

The excitement of just a few minutes ago was replaced with the embarrassment that we were both standing in my kitchen, having just done something that we both knew she should not have.

“Shit,” she said.

“How do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t have done that. You shouldn’t have made me.”

“I didn’t make you.”

“I know. But that just makes it worse. If you’d forced me I’d have an excuse. But somehow once you had my nipple in your mouth I was doomed. But at least we just kept to hands and fingers. Somehow it doesn’t seem as wicked as…well, you know.”

“Next time we’ll ‘well you know’.”

“Absolutely not. There will not be a next time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. There will not be.” She said it as if she was trying to convince herself.

“You enjoyed it.”

“I’m not going to deny that. That was the very definition of a guilty pleasure. But now I have to go home to my husband. I hope he doesn’t want sex tonight, I need some time to get back to normal.”

As she talked she pulled her clothes back on. And her ring. I pulled on just my jeans and a few minutes later I was letting her out of my front door, giving her a comparatively chaste goodnight kiss.

Chapter 4: Zula’s tattoo

In my wood carving class is another of my remarkable girls. She’s called Zula. She’s very boyish. Very short black hair, almost flat-chested, just over five feet. She looks unusual, slightly Asian but not Chinese. It turns out she’s Mongolian, from the Russian side. She’s got a lot of tattoos on the parts of her that I can see and I expect she’ll have some more in parts that I will need to work on getting to see. She looks like she might prefer girls, but I like a challenge.

“Nice ink,” I said to her pointing to the tattoo on her arm, an abstract pattern.

“Thanks,” she said.

“I bet you’ve got more tattoos as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“In places that only your best friend gets to see.”

“Ah. Maybe.”

“Shall I try and guess?”

“You haven’t a chance.”

“If I guess right you have to show me.”

She laughed. “You wish.”

“I bet you’ve got one on your mound. Where your pubes would be if you weren’t shaved.”

“Why do you think I’m shaved?”

“Most girls your age seem to be, unless they have a particularly beautiful bush.”

“Well, maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You’re my professor. You can’t ask me that.”

“So a flower I think. You’ve got a flower tattooed just above your slit.”

“Not even close. Do I look like the kind of girl who’d have a flower tattooed on her anywhere. Especially there.”

“I suppose not. Maybe a butterfly. Girls seem to like butterfly tattoos.”

“You aren’t getting any warmer.”

“So not a butterfly. Well, the pattern on your arm is abstract, so maybe something like that.”

“That’s closer.”

“A flag perhaps. Where did you say you were from?”

“Mongolia.”

“So a Mongolian flag.”

“Now you are very close.”

“Part of the flag?”

“Which part?”

I had no idea what a Mongolian flag looks like. I pulled out my iPhone and in a moment I had it up on the screen. It consists of three vertical stripes, red-blue-red. And on the leftmost red is a weird pattern in yellow.

“The yellow pattern,” I said, showing her on my phone exactly what I meant.

“That’s close enough. It’s that pattern, called the Soyombo symbol, but it’s outlined in black.”

“So guys get a reminder that you are Mongolian when they go down on you.”

She laughed. “Actually I have to explain to everyone what it is.”

“To everyone?”

“Well, to the people who…you know… get that far.”

I noticed she carefully said people instead of guys. I decided to see if I was right.

“To the girls that get your panties off.”

She paused for a moment. “You are very direct, aren’t you? Are professors allowed to make suggestive remarks to their students?”

“I only do it to the students that I think are adventurous enough to take it. Who’ll give as good as they get.”

“I suppose that’s a compliment.”

“It is. You seem tough.”

“Growing up in Mongolia make you tough. It’s always too hot, too cold, too dry. It’s a pretty backward place too.”

“So I guess you never had a Mongolian girlfriend?”

“No. Society in Mongolia isn’t tolerant of…that sort of thing.”

“Girls who like girls.”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t you try boys?”

“Not really.”

That seemed an odd answer but I got a sense that it wasn’t the moment to dig any deeper.

“Are you going to show me your tattoo then?”

“No way. Certainly not now with everyone around.”

“I don’t think you are adventurous enough to dare to do it.”

“I can’t believe I’m almost letting you talk your way into my pants, even if only a little way in.”

“I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.”

Zula picked up the chisel and mallet and started to shape the block of wood in front of her.

“No, wrap your hand completely round the chisel. You can control it better.”

“Like this,” she said, grasping the chisel firmly.

“Yes. Like you hold your boyfriend’s cock when you give him a blowjob.”

“And you think that analogy is going to work with me?”

“Not really. I think you prefer girls.”

“I do. I’ve never…” She stopped, suddenly a bit self-conscious.

“That’s OK,” I said. “You’ll know to hold him like a chisel if you ever encounter one.”

“Like this,” she said giggling as she raised the chisel so the end of the handle was almost in her mouth.

“You are a quick learner. He’ll have fun, whoever he turns out to be.”

“I know who you’d like it to be.”

“Ha-ha. I’m not going to deny it. You are cute.”

“Oh my god,” she said laughing, “my professor is hitting on me.”

“Oh my god, you love it don’t you?”

“But why me? I mean this class is full of attractive women. Most of whom have figures and breasts, unlike me.”

“Small ones are nice.”

“I prefer big ones.”

“Meaning you wish yours were bigger?”

“No. Meaning that I like girls with large breasts. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you. How did we get onto this subject?”

“I guessed what was in your panties, remember.”

“I think you have a pretty good idea of what’s in a female student’s panties. I bet you’ve been in quite a few.”

“You won’t be the first, I admit.”

“You really think you are going to get into mine, don’t you?”

A bell rang and everyone left leaving just Zula and me in the studio.

“I want to see it,” I said. Zula stood there frozen to the spot as I slowly reached out and started to undo the button on her jeans. She leapt back.

“Don’t touch me,” she said. I thought I’d completely misjudged her.

But I hadn’t. She stood there, breathing heavily.

“OK, I’ll show you,” she said. “Just…don’t touch me. I…well…just don’t touch.”

She undid the button on her jeans and slid down the zip and opened the fly of her jeans into a broad V. She was wearing plain white panties. There was definite sexual tension in the air. She hooked her thumbs into the top and pushed the waistband down. I could see the top of the yellow symbol. She’d have to take off her jeans and panties completely for me to be able to see all of it but it was way to soon to expect that. She moved her hands and zipped herself up. The two of us stood there as if it was a dream that she’d just shown me her mound.

“Sorry,” she said.

“About what?” I was genuinely puzzled. She’d just generously given me a sight that I was pretty sure no man had ever seen.

“Being so skittish about being touched. I wish I wasn’t. I can barely stand letting a man just hug me, like everyone does here.”

Zula pulled her phone out and looked at the time. “Oh, I need to rush to my next class.” She turned and left me alone in the studio.

Chapter 5: Jaycee has a lesson

Jaycee was in class a couple of days later. She’d picked one of the photographs of her posing naked to use as the pattern for her sculpture and was starting to shape clay into the rough shape of her body. I came up alongside her.

“Did you manage it?” I asked.

“What?” She seemed a bit confused. I suppose she thought I was asking something about sculpture.

“Orgasm.”

“Oh my god, it was fucking amazing.”

“I bet you’ve done it lots of times since.”

“Of course.” She looked around making sure nobody was too close to overhear. “Will you teach me?”

“Teach you what?”

“Everything. I don’t even know what I don’t know, so I don’t even know what I need to be taught. I just know I do.”

Perfect. The cat was already approaching ready to be stroked and petted. She’d soon be purring with pleasure.

“OK,” I said. “But not here. Come to my house this evening.”

I gave her the address. Tonight was going to be fun. Showing a young girl all the things her body was capable of, taking her pleasure and arousal to new heights. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation.

When Jaycee arrived we first sat in the kitchen. I opened two beers.

“So what do you know about sex?”

“Nothing. Truly nothing.”

“Not even that the penis goes in the vagina.”

“Well, I sort of knew that. But I’m not sure what it really means. I mean I’ve seen drawings of naked men but I’m not sure what goes where.”

“Haven’t you ever looked at porn on the net?”

“No. I wouldn’t know how to find it.”

“Just google whatever you are interested in.”

“Like what.”

“Like google ‘filipina student fucked by her professor.’ I expect you’ll get something.”

“Is that what we are going to do? You are going to fuck me? Is that when you put your …your penis in me? I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“That’s fine. We won’t fuck tonight. There’s lots more we can do.”

“But you’ll show me how to fuck one day, won’t you. I want to learn.”

“Eventually. But first you have a lot to learn. Starting with cocks.”

She sat sipping her beer and looking a bit uncomfortable as I unbuttoned my shirt, and slipped off my pants until I was standing beside her naked.

“This is my cock,” I said as I took her hand and she gingerly wrapped her fingers around it. “Stroke it,” I encouraged. “It will grow harder and larger.” I could feel myself start to lengthen between her fingers.

“Oh my god, I can feel it getting bigger. How big does it get? I had no idea they were so big. Now I’m scared.” She continued to stroke my now nearly erect cock.

“About what?”

“That the penis goes in the vagina. How on earth does that work? Wow, it’s still growing.”

“Stand up,” I said to her. Then I undid her jeans and pushed them and her panties down to her ankles. “Sit down and spread your legs.” She sat back on the chair, giving me an unrestricted view of her pussy. I was surprised she didn’t seem to be self-conscious at all, despite not being used to being naked in front of another person, let alone in such a provocative pose.

I knelt in front of her. “You’ve got a pretty pussy,” I said. I leant forward and started to kiss her upper thighs, just grazing her outer lips with my tongue. “Oh my god,” she started to moan. I let her arousal build up before finally I let my tongue actually touch her pussy, running it in a long stroke from down by her asshole up to the silky fronds of her bush. Her whole body jerked as my tongue traversed her clit and she let out a little squeal of pleasure.

“Shit, that’s good,” she panted.

“Reach down and hold yourself open.” She moved her hands down and gently parted her pussy lips, revealing the pinkness within. I could see the little tight virgin entrance to her body, already glistening with the wetness of her arousal. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her. She squealed again, I think with surprise at the novel feeling of a tongue inside her. “Oh gosh, that’s so good,” she said as I started to spiral my tongue around inside her opening. She tasted sweet. I ran my tongue back up the length of her slit, again provoking a whole-body spasm when my tongue slid over her clit.

I slid back down, this time pushing my tongue into her as deep as I could. Then I slipped a little bit lower. She leapt in surprise and squeaked, “What are you doing?” as the tip of my tongue slipped onto the tight pucker of her asshole. It is always fun to touch the asshole of a girl who’s never heard of such a thing, and even more fun once they discover to their surprise that it feels good. I circled on her asshole a little while she squirmed a little in her seat, and then moved back up to the pink center of her pussy. I licked a finger, and as my tongue slipped higher up to her clit I pushed the fingertip into her. She was very tight. Warm and wet and slippery, but tight. My tongue started to work on her clit, circling it slowly, as I gradually worked my finger into her virgin cunt.

She was moaning continuously, her body a bundle of arousal. I could sense that she was close to orgasm. In fact I probably had a better idea than she did. I started to fuck her with my finger a little harder and faster, curling my finger up to find her g-spot. “Oh my god don’t stop,” she moaned. I felt her orgasm inside her pussy. Her body suddenly clamped down hard onto my finger. She let out a squeal of joy and then her body started to throb as her body flooded with pleasure. When it died down she lay there still, as if her orgasm had knocked her unconscious.

Finally she opened her eyes. “That was amazing. I mean so much more than…well, when I did it myself.”

“You can give me an orgasm, you know.”

“You’ll have to show me how. I’m a total beginner at this.”

“OK. Take your top off. I don’t want to get it messed up. And your bra if you are wearing one.”

In a moment she was completely naked. I lay down on the living room sofa.

“Grab my cock,” I told her. “Now take the pink cockhead part into your mouth and then use your tongue around it. Don’t worry too much about what you are doing, pretty much anything will feel good.”

She leant forward, grasped my cock so it was pointing vertically and then lowered her mouth over it. I love being a girl’s first cock. Someone who really knows how to give a blowjob is really special, of course, but a tentative beginner trying to work out what to do has its own charm.

“Stroke me with your fist while you lick me. See how far into your mouth you can get me.”

She experimented with different hand movements, and different ways to use her lips and her tongue. I put my hand on her head and ran my fingers through her thick black hair. I gave her guidance on what felt best for me. Gradually her efforts started to have the desired effect and I could feel my impending orgasm coiled inside me.

“Don’t top, just keep up that rhythm and I’ll orgasm.” I had no idea if she knew what a male orgasm consisted of. “Oh yes, I’m cumming,” I said quietly as I felt the first powerful jet of my orgasm squirted a rope of thick cum into the Filipina’s mouth. She leapt up in surprise and sat their spellbound watching as more spurts of white cum shot from my cock onto my belly as she continued, almost absentmindedly, to stroke the shaft of my cock. She swallowed the cum in her mouth without thinking about it.

I grabbed two more beers and the two of us went along to my bedroom and we lay naked on the bed.

“You need to learn how to kiss,” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. We kissed softly like that for a while and then I started to use my tongue to explore the softness of her lips.

“You’ve never had a boyfriend have you?”

“Never.”

“Not even one you didn’t have sex with?”

“Not even that. You are the only guy I have ever kissed. Never mind all the other stuff…sex.”

“You haven’t had full sex yet.”

“I know that.”

“So come and stay next weekend. I’ll be your boyfriend for the weekend.”

“What do you mean? That we’ll have sex?”

“I expect we will. But no, I meant we’d spend the whole weekend together doing the kind of things you would do if you were my girlfriend coming to stay.”

“Wow, that sounds great. Like one of those romantic movies. I can’t wait.”

We kissed a lot more and stroked each other’s bodies before we fell asleep. She was still lying alongside me when we awoke in the morning. I was already awake and watched her as she opened her eyes, initially slightly confused at where she was.

“Good morning,” I said as I kissed her.

“Good morning. I’ve never woken up like this before. With a man beside me. It’s special. I feel so…I don’t know…grown up I suppose.”

I glanced at the alarm clock. Not enough time for anything more than to get dressed and rush to class.

Chapter 6: Zula reveals her secret

I was in my office with the 5pm deadline for students to hand in their assignments fast-approaching. At 5.10pm I got up, locked my office and was just turning to go home when Zula came running up the stairs.

“You are too late, Zula,” I said. “It is fifteen minutes past the deadline.”

“Oh no,” she said. “Please take it.”

“Why? You know perfectly well when the deadline is.”

“But…” She stood there, fighting back tears. I let her get a little more distraught.

I leant forward so I could talk quietly in her ear. “I’ll take it if you show me the whole Soyombo symbol.”

“What? You can’t ask that. Can’t you get fired for that sort of thing?”

“You don’t have to show me. I don’t have to take your paper. It’s your decision.”

We stood there in silence. I could feel my cock stirring knowing that she was going to do it.

“OK,” she said, handing out her paper. I took it, unlocked my office again and we both entered. I locked the door behind us.

She stood there, breathing heavily, clearly somewhat sexually excited but also very nervous. I reached out to undo her jeans but she leapt back like before. She undid the button and unzipped them and then pushed them down. She was wearing bright red panties.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this just so you’ll take my paper.”

“You are doing it because you know I want to see it. I think in funny sort of way you want to show me.”

“You are the first man to see me. To see my…tattoo.”

She pushed her panties over her boyish hips and let them fall to the ground. Her pussy was completely shaved. Just above the deep slit between her smooth lips was the symbol from the Mongolian flag. She pulled her shirt up to give me an even clearer view. I crouched down in front of her, my face just in front of her pussy.

“You are very pretty,” I said.

“I’m not. I don’t even really have a feminine figure at all.”

“You look very feminine from here.”

“Because I’ve got a…” Her voice fell away.

“You have a pussy. A pretty pussy. Yes.”

She blushed a little. “I thought all pussies were the same.”

“Not at all. Are you going to show me yours?”

“I am doing, aren’t I? I certainly feel self-conscious standing here with my panties around my ankles with my professor inspecting my crotch at a range of, like, two inches.”

“Come on, you are enjoying it. It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“Surprisingly it is.”

“I want to see it.”

“How do you mean?”

“Sit down.”

She sat down on the guest chair.

“Now spread your legs for me.”

“I have no idea why I’m doing this. I don’t even have much to see compared with most girls.”

She spread her legs wide and slid forward in her seat giving me an unrestricted view of her pussy. She had fleshy outer lips which completely hid her inner lips, meaning that she looked somewhat pre-pubescent, just a fleshy bulge between her legs divided by a long crack.

“I may as well show you everything I suppose,” she said as she reached down with both hands and spread her pussy open wide. Her pink inner lips were tiny. I could just make out the little dot of her clit where it peeked out from under its hood, and the entrance to her vagina, her presumably virgin vagina where I hoped to go one day.

Suddenly she got to her feet. “I’d better go before I embarrass myself any more.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It was a beautiful thing to show me.”

I reached out to casually touch her shoulder but she leapt back.

“Why are you so touchy about being touched?”

“It’s only men,” she said. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing personal.”

I had a guess at why. “So did you have a bad experience with a man?”

She nodded.

“Very bad?”

“The worst.”

“You were raped?”

“Yes.”

“In Mongolia?”

“Yes. It’s a big reason why I left the country and came here.”

“Have you ever talked to anyone about it?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want to?”

“No. I just want to forget it and get on with my life.”

“But you can’t really forget it if you jump like you’ve been burned every time a man casually touches you.”

“I know. I need to learn to be touched.”

“Would you like me to touch you?”

“How do you mean?”

“I’m not a threatening guy. If you can let me touch you then you can build up from there.”

“It’s terrifying. But let’s try it.”

I reached out and just lightly stroked her bare arm. I could see it was taking real willpower on her part to just stand there, as if there were a poisonous spider walking up her arm.

“OK?” I asked.

“Not too bad.”

I let my hand slide further up her arm, onto her shoulder, and then I was caressing her neck. At first her body was tense but she gradually relaxed. As I continued to stroke her neck I took my other hand and put it on her stomach, over the top of her T-shirt. I gently rubbed her as she stood there meekly. My hand slipped higher onto one of her tiny breasts. I could feel her nipple harden through her bra.

“OK?” I asked again.

“Yes. I can’t believe I’m letting you touch my breast without freaking out.”

“Do you want to go further?”

She knew immediately what I meant. “OK,” she said. “Let’s try it. But go really slowly.”

My hand slid down off her breast, across her stomach until it rested on the Soyombo tattoo. I could feel her body really tense up again. I gently rubbed her mound, carefully keeping my fingers away from the top of her slit.

“Relax,” I said. As the tension once again drained from her body I let my fingers go a little lower until I could just feel the top of the valley of her sex. I let a finger fall between her fleshy lips.

“Oh my god,” she sighed. “This is actually feeling good.”

I pushed my finger further around the curve of her body, keeping it pressed between her lips. My fingertip was just at her opening.

“OK?”

“Go slowly. But do it.”

I curled my finger up and let my fingertip penetrate her vagina. She was trembling, whether with fear or sexual excitement I couldn’t really tell. She was certainly wet enough.

“Keep going,” she whispered.

I pushed my finger deeper into her.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to herself or to me.

I started to move my finger back and forth inside her.

“It’s more than fine,” she moaned quietly.

“Do you want me to try and make you cum?”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t cum?” I asked as I continued to finger-fuck her.

“From fingers. I never have. I can’t even masturbate to orgasm.”

“So you’ve never cum?”

“I’ve cum zillions of times. Always from girls’ tongues.”

“Would you like me to lick you? I’d love to do that.”

“This is so weird?”

“What?”

“I came here to drop off my paper and now I’m about to lie down on your desk so you can lick my pussy. It’s like a dream.”

“A fantasy not a nightmare I hope.”

She laughed. Then she lay down on my desk with her legs spread wide offering me her cunt. I bent forward and gently kissed the Mongolian tattoo. Then I slowly slipped lower, kissing the soft fleshiness of her outer lips. She reached down with one hand and opened herself up for me. I let the tip of my tongue nuzzle on the hard little point of her clit. She groaned as I slipped lower and pushed my tongue into her entrance, into her body. I felt her hips push up against me as if trying to get my tongue inside her even deeper.

I moved back up and started to circle my tongue on her clit. At the same time I worked a finger back into her. I could sense from the tension in her body that she was approaching orgasm. As my tongue caressed her clit, my finger gently fucked her pussy.

“Oh my god,” she sighed. “Don’t stop, just keep that rhythm.” A few seconds later her body went taut and she let out an animalistic grunt. “Oh yes, yes,” she cried, thrusting her hips up against my mouth while my finger continued to fuck her quivering cunt. I continued to lick her until the final tremors of her climax died away and her clit got over-sensitive. She lay there motionless on the desk, almost passed out.

“Wow,” she said, opening her eyes. “I didn’t think I was capable of that.”

“Of cumming?”

“Everything. Taking my clothes off. Showing you my pussy. Letting you touch me. Letting you finger me. Being licked. Climaxing.”

“Do you want to go further?”

“How do you mean?”

“Sex. Penis in vagina sex?”

“That might be a step too far. And certainly not today. Let me think about it. Do you want to?”

“I’d love to. You know I think you are really cute.”

She reached over and felt my hard cock through my pants. “You certainly do don’t you!” She started to stroke me. “You’d really like to get this inside me wouldn’t you? Fuck your little Mongolian student. Maybe persuade her to give her first blowjob.”

“That all sounds wonderful. But do you want to do those things too?”

“I don’t know. But until today I’d have said I couldn’t possibly let a guy touch my pussy. You’ll have to go really slowly. Your cock inside me might be too much for me to take.”

“I’ll go as slowly as you want, like today.”

“OK. Maybe I can summon up the courage to do it.”

She got down off my desk, pulled on her panties and her jeans, slipped on her shoes and left.

Chapter 7: Jane again

I’ve been flirting with Jane. But she’s not taking the bait, not really responding to naughty remarks with anything naughty. So I’ve had to turn up the explicitness a bit.

“So what color are your panties?” I asked her.

“What? Why do you want to know that?”

“Because I like to be accurate when I imagine things…when I imagine pulling them down.”

She laughed. “You are incorrigible aren’t you? You won’t give up.” As long as she’s laughing, she’s loving the attention and playing along. And maybe, one day, she’ll slip.

“Totally. Do you shave?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

“Actually I remember now. I already know. I’ve had my hand in your panties don’t forget.”

“How could I forget when you remind me almost daily?”

“Fine hair, I remember. Probably blonde like the hair on your head.”

“Probably,” she said, giving nothing away.

“I’d like to see it.”

“What?”

“Your pussy.”

“You’ve seen it haven’t you?”

“No, I only felt it. You kept your pants on remember? That was our deal. No fucking that time.”

“There’s not going to be another time.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But if there is, there will certainly be fucking.”

I went away. After all I did have to teach the other students and couldn’t hit on Jane all class.

Later that week I went to the coffee shop near my house. Jane was there having coffee with another woman. I got my coffee and wandered over.

Jane introduced me to the other woman. She was tall, dark-haired, called Nannette. And wearing a wedding ring. We chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes.

“So what color are they today?” I asked Jane when there was a lull in the conversation.

“What?” said Nannette.

“He has this thing about what color panties I’m wearing.”

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t make any secret of wanting to get into them.”

“But you are married.”

“Exactly.”

“So are you,” I said to Nannette.

“So?”

“So I wonder if anyone has been into yours…”

“You can’t ask that.”

“Why not?”

“Because…well, because if they haven’t I’ll just say so…and if they have, I’ll say they haven’t and feel bad about lying.”

“So I’m making you feel bad?”

“Yes. No. I mean…” She blushed.

“I bet it was thrilling,” I said.

She sat in silence for a moment, unsure of how much to admit. After all I was a complete stranger to her.

“Like crack cocaine,” she said. “Not that I’ve ever tried crack cocaine.”

“How do you mean?” Jane said.

“An incredible high. And then, later, a craving for more.”

Jane laughed. “Wow. You are meant to be helping me protect my virtue and you are tempting me instead.”

“I must go,” said Nannette. “I’ve said too much, embarrassed myself.”

“I’m very discreet, don’t worry,” I said as Nannette got up from the table.

“So, are you planning to seduce me?” Jane asked once Nannette had left.

“Of course. Have I kept it a secret?”

“Not at all. I don’t think I’ve met anyone so obvious about it. How does seduction work anyway?”

“Well, you have two opposing forces inside you. Your body wants to have sex with me. But your rational mind has all sorts of reasons you shouldn’t. After all you are married. You don’t want your friends to know. You were brought up told ‘nice girls don’t’.”

“Sounds plausible.”

“So seduction consists of amplifying the desire in your body by touching, talking about sexual things. Basically getting you aroused. And at the same time reducing your rational reasons not to have sex: a couple of drinks, an excuse, making sure nobody else will know. It doesn’t have to be much. Like the bet about the bus driver. That was enough for you to let me take off your bra.”

“So what’s today’s puzzle?”

“You have to suck my cock if you lose.”

“You can be so unsubtle sometimes.”

“Pick a number from 1 to 10.”

“OK.”

“Multiply by 9. Subtract 5. Now add the digits until you have a one digit number.”

“OK.”

“Now whatever number that is turn it into a letter, A is 1, B is 2 and so on.”

“Right.”

“Think of a country that begins with that letter.”

“OK.”

“Now think of an animal that begins with the last letter of that country.”

“OK. This is pretty weird.”

“Now think of the country that animal comes from.”

“OK.”

“I know the country you are thinking of.”

“But that’s impossible. I mean the whole sequence was almost random. I could have picked anything.”

“Remember, I get a blow-job if I’m right.”

“I didn’t sign up for that.”

“Australia.”

“How on earth did you do that? I mean, yes, you are right. But how?”

“Let’s go to my place.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I was serious about the blowjob.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Before she could find too many reasons to object we were walking to where I lived. I opened the door and we went in. I turned her to face me and leant forward and kissed her. I could sense her arousal.

“Are you brave enough to do it?” I asked quietly.

“I mustn’t,” she said as she knelt down in front of me. I felt her hands undo my belt, unzip me, release me. Of course I was already semi-hard. I put my hand on her head to encourage her as I felt her lips wrap around my cock, felt her tongue, warm and wet, start to circle my cockhead. It took only a moment for me to be completely hard. She started to push her head further forward, taking me into the back of her throat. Her married throat where I was forbidden to be.

I pulled her to her feet. Much as I’d love to cum in her mouth I’d love it even more to cum in her pussy. Her married pussy where I was even more forbidden to be.

I undid the button on her pants and pushed them down. Then I pushed her panties over her hips and let them fall around her ankles too. She kicked off her shoes and her clothes and was now naked from the waist down. She was breathing heavily, clearly very sexually aroused. I pushed her against my dining table and she bent over, pressing her breasts onto the polished wood. She spread her legs. I got my first sight of her pussy, puffy pink lips spread like a little butterfly. I pressed my cockhead against the butterfly and pushed forward a little, watching as her lips spread out into a ring around me as my cock slipped into her warm, wet, welcoming cunt.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she moaned as she felt me slide into her.

I pushed a little harder and the rest of my cock slide easily into her. As I started to fuck her, I pushed her top up and undid her bra. She lifted herself up a little, without my cock leaving her, and in a moment was completely naked. I reached around and caressed her marvelous breasts as my cock continued to move back and forth inside her pussy. I peeled my t-shirt off and I was naked too.

“Wait,” she suddenly said. I thought for a moment she had suddenly decided to stop everything dead but instead, just like she had the first time, she took off her wedding ring and put it carefully on the table. Then she bent over the table again so I could fuck her harder. I reached around underneath her and found her clit. As I continued to thrust into her I started to circle a finger on her clit. “Oh god, yes,” she sighed. “I’m so fucking aroused.”

I continued to pump my cock into her as I stroked her clit. I wanted her to cum first. I could sense her orgasm approaching, sense the imminent explosion. I started to fuck her hard and fast, ramming my cock into her, pressing my belly against her ass. “Oh yes,” she screamed as her orgasm burst. I could feel her cunt around my cock, rhythmically squeezing me. And I was cumming too, spurting into the depths of her body.

I pulled out of her. She stood up and then suddenly squatted down again in front of me, taking me into her mouth, licking me clean of her juices and my cum.

“Fuck,” she said. “How did you get me to do that?”

“Because you wanted to.”

“I did. But on the other hand it’s not permitted at all. I’m happily married. How the fuck did you get me to let you into my pants.” She paused. “Again. You’d think I’d have learned the first time.”

She stood up and started to pull on her clothes.

“I’m going,” she said. “Before you trick me into having anal sex or tie me to the bed or something.”

When she had her clothes on, she picked up her wedding ring and put it back on. A moment later I was alone.

Chapter 8: Jaycee comes to stay

Jaycee and I were cuddling on the couch and watching a DVD of a romantic comedy, one of those Hugh Grant ones, I can’t remember which, they are all so similar. We were both fully dressed. So why wasn’t she lying on my bed with her legs spread offering me her virginal cunt to plunder?

Of course I knew I could have had her that night if I decided to. And I did want to, she’s very pretty and her innocence is very appealing. But I decided to try something more challenging still, I was going to try and get her to fall in love with me before I fuck her. So I was giving her the full girlfriend treatment for a whole weekend. I was her first boyfriend.

After the movie ended we went upstairs and showered together. She’d never had a shower with someone else before. I washed her all over. Of course I took unnecessary extra care to make sure her breasts and pussy were clean. Nobody had ever washed her like that before. We got into bed naked and kissed and cuddled. I rolled her onto her back and kissed my way down her body. She spread her legs for me without being asked as my kisses reached the silky hair of her bush. I used my fingers to gently open up her sex, unhooding her little clit out of its hiding place. I started to tease it with just the very tip of my tongue, barely moving as I felt her arousal build up. I slowly pushed a fingertip into her, unsurprised to find how wet and excited she was.

I pulled my fingertip from her pussy and let it slide lower until I was just touching her asshole. At the same time I moved my tongue further between her legs, letting it slide down the cleft between her labia, and then push into the warm entrance to her body. She moaned as my tongue entered her. I moved back to her clit and started to lick it a little harder. At the same time I circled my finger on her asshole and applied a little bit of pressure. She groaned at the novel feeling as my fingertip entered her ass.

I could feel the tension in her body, sense her sexual arousal. I circled my tongue around her clit, hardly touching it, and very gently started to finger-fuck her asshole, gradually working myself deeper into the tight ring of muscle. I felt her hand around my cock, holding me, too distracted by the feelings in her own body to do anything more. When I could tell she was close to cumming I started to lick her clit harder and faster, driving her the last little distance. Just before she came I pushed my finger hard into her ass. She screamed out with surprise and pleasure as her climax captured her body. I used the weight of my body to hold her still enough that I could continue to lick her clit and finger her ass as she thrashed around in the intensity of her orgasm.

After that we kissed and cuddled and fell asleep. In the morning I took her out for brunch. We played a fun game in which we tried to guess which of the couples in the café had had sex that morning. Some of them looked quite unlikely but generally we concluded that most of them had done.

We went for a walk in the park in the afternoon and that evening I took her out to dinner to a nice restaurant. She looked very different wearing a dress compared to the jeans and tops that I was used to seeing her in during class. We continued our game from the morning, trying to decide which couples were going to have sex that night. Mostly you just have to look at the girl’s body language and you can tell. Anyone looking at us would have predicted we would fuck that night.

But they would have been wrong. Back home we went up to my bedroom and I slowly undressed Jaycee.

“I’m ready,” she said as I peeled her panties down and dropped them to her ankles. She had no need to tell me what she was ready for. She was ready to let me fuck her. But I decided to wait another day. It would be more fun to have her at fever pitch, dying to fuck her. That night I would tease her, work her body up, but not give her the relief she would feel, the sense of closure, the sense of completion, as my cock slipped into her tight little virgin cunt. We stood there in front of the big mirror. She was naked, standing in front of me. I reached around her and let my finger push into the top of her sex as we both watched. My other hand slid down over her ass and pushed between her legs from behind until my fingers were just resting against her pussy lips. The finger in the front felt the tiny point of her clit, hard with arousal. I started to finger her clit as my other hand curled up and two fingers pressed into her opening. “Oh my god,” she sighed. She pushed her hips back against me, pushing my fingers deeper into her body.

I was so tempted to just fuck her there and then, standing in front of the mirror like that. Her naked body was so sexy, she was so ready, my cock was rock hard. I could imagine the feeling of entering her, the way her virgin body would resist at first, before yielding to the pressure and letting me in, first my cockhead and then gradually the thick long shaft.

I was so excited myself imagining fucking her that I hadn’t noticed how excited I’d got her. Suddenly she came, a surprise orgasm out of nowhere. Her legs almost collapsed and she fell back against me. I could feel her pussy pulsating on my fingers as the finger I had in her slit drew more and more pleasure from her clit.

I pushed her down on her knees in front of me as her orgasm faded. She knew what I wanted and she clearly wanted to do it. She undid my belt, opened up my pants and released my cock. She wrapped her mouth around it hungrily, circling my knob with her tongue. She pushed her head forward, taking as much of my cock into her little mouth as she could manage. I could feel my knob at the back of her throat. She slipped a hand between my legs and started to caress my balls.

“Finger my ass,” I suggested. She didn’t hesitate. She pushed the hand under my balls further back until her index finger found my asshole. She wasn’t really sure what to do but her amateurish probing felt wildly exciting. Since her fingers were tiny it only took a moment and she had a fingertip inside me. She started to finger me, stroking my balls with the palm of her hand as she worked a finger deeper into me.

At the same time her other hand was pumping the rigid shaft of my cock while her mouth worked its magic on the most sensitive parts. I put my hand on her head. She looked up and gazed lovingly into my eyes. She would be ready the next day. The thought that I’d finally enter her took me over the edge. I grabbed her hair with my hand and thrust my cock into her mouth hard. I started to cum. It felt wonderful to feel her, a finger in my ass, her hand stroking my balls, her other hand pumping me empty as I shot jet after jet of warm jizz into her mouth.

The next morning I made her breakfast in bed. Sometimes the way to a girl’s heart is through her stomach. Or at least through a romantic gesture.

“Thank you,” she said as she leaned over and kissed me. I could see in her eyes that she was totally smitten with me. That evening would be something very special for her, making love more than fucking.

When she got dressed I told her she had to wear a skirt but she wasn’t allowed any panties. I wanted her to be on fire all day, conscious of her own wetness and excitement. I wouldn’t let her wear a bra either. I think she found that extreme, Asians tend to like bras that hide everything, thick enough to hide even a hard nipple, and covering as much of their breasts as possible.

That afternoon I took her to the shooting range. She’d never fired a gun before. One thing I’ve discovered is that girls get really turned on shooting guns. And all that arousal transferred to me, the man beside her. When I was shooting she couldn’t keep her hands off me. She wanted to go home and I knew exactly why, but I made her shoot another clip, wound her up a little more. I was pressing my erection against her ass as I guided her hands and showed her how to aim accurately. Each time she pulled the trigger, the blast of noise and the kick of the gun injected more arousal into her pussy until she was practically shaking with excitement. I knew she was dripping, her panties damp if not soaked.

When we got home, without either of us suggesting anything, we rushed up to the bedroom. Jaycee tore off her skirt and top, all that she was wearing. She rolled onto the bed as I slipped out of my clothes. She spread her legs as I moved onto the bed. Foreplay was unnecessary. She grabbed my cock and practically pulled me up the rest of the bed until my cockhead was pressed against her pussy. I moved my cock up and down a little, spreading her wetness around and finding the opening into her undefiled pussy.

I pushed my hips forward a little. I could feel a little resistance as my cock distended her pussy for the first time.

“Oh god,” she cried as I pushed forward, forcing a little more of myself into her. She thrust her hips up almost automatically, pressing her pussy up onto my cock. I thrust forward again. She was very tight but also soaking wet. She screamed out, with excitement, maybe with pain, maybe with surprise at the feelings in her cunt she was experiencing for the first time. I just started to fuck her, thrusting my cock roughly into her. She squealed each time I thrust forward, but she pressed her hips up enthusiastically. She was almost delirious, her body totally consumed by sexual exhilaration, pleasure flooding her from scalp to toes. Once I was fully inside her I stopped for a moment. She opened her eyes and made eye contact. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” she said. She didn’t stop rocking her hips, moving my cock back and forth inside her no-longer-virgin pussy. Despite never having had sex before, her body just seemed to know what to do without my telling her anything.

I pulled out and rolled her onto her front. She wasn’t really sure how to position herself, girls often don’t realize that their pussy is exposed when they are bent over. I lifted her ass up so she could get her knees underneath. I love to enter a girl from behind like that, her pussy framed defenselessly between her outspread thighs, perhaps a nice view of the pucker of her asshole. I positioned my cock back in Jaycee’s entrance and thrust forward, burying my whole cock inside her in a single thrust. She yelped with surprise. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast. It had been worth the wait, letting her excitement build up for a whole weekend until she couldn’t have resisted me if she’d wanted to. Not to mention my own excitement building up.

I slapped her ass. She cried out in surprise but thrust herself back even more enthusiastically against me. I slapped her again, like a jockey encouraging a horse. It seemed to drive her wild. The shy innocent little Filipina student of my classroom had turned into an untamed animal fucking with complete abandon.

A few more thrusts and I started to cum. I pulled out of her and a thick streak of white cum shot from my cock and slashed across her back. More spurts of cum landed on her ass. I rubbed a finger in it and pushed it against her asshole, roughly pushing my finger into her tight rear entrance. She squealed again with surprise. One day I’d fuck her there but not that day.

Jaycee collapsed onto the bed. I lay on her back, my cock still in her, gradually softening. We were both panting hard from the exertion. We’d barely been back in the house 10 minutes. That evening we’d have more leisurely, more loving sex. And in the future I knew I’d only have to drop a small hint and she’d be around at my house to do whatever it took to please me.

Chapter 9: Zula tries it

I was sitting in my living room having a glass of wine and watching the TV when suddenly my doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Zula standing there. I could tell from one glance at her that she was sexually aroused, breathing heavily, almost as if her nostrils were flared. I stood back and beckoned her into the house. Neither of us said anything. I took hold of her hand and the two of us went upstairs to my bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and lay down on my bed. I lay down beside her.

She was tense and trembling. I put one hand on her stomach and gently rubbed her and could slowly feel her relax. I slid my hand underneath her T-shirt so I was stroking the skin of her stomach. Then I went higher. She hadn’t bothered with a bra. My hand slid onto her tiny breast. I felt her nipple harden as my fingers rubbed it. She sighed with pleasure.

“Are you here why I think you are?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Not really. But I want to try.”

“So what was it you said? My little Mongolian student wants to get her professor’s cock inside her.”

“She does. To her own surprise, I have to say.”

“It’s a very nice surprise.”

“You have the only cock I would even consider.”

“I guess that’s a compliment.”

“You are the only man who has seen me naked.”

“Actually I’ve never seen your top half. Just below the waist. Of course that’s the most intimate half.”

“We can fix that.” Zula sat up and pulled her top off over her head and lay back down. Her breasts were very small but she had big nipples, light brown. I leant forward and gave each one of them a kiss. She let out a tiny sigh and I felt her nipples harden between my lips.

I undid her jeans and pulled them off along with her panties. Now she was naked. The tattoos on her arm and her tiny breasts made her look a bit like a boy. But the tattoo on her mound and the prominent slit of her sex were totally girl.

“Will you lick me again. I mean first. Lick me and then…you know.”

“Fuck you?”

“Yes, although I don’t really like that word.”

“What do you like?”

“I don’t know. ‘fuck’ just sounds too aggressive. I won’t be able to take that because of…you know…what happened. I want to feel loved. Don’t worry, I know you are not in love with me, you just like to seduce your students. But I want it to be tender, affectionate and satisfying. Not violent and painful. Can you do that?”

“Of course. Tell me if you feel the slightest unease at anything. We can go as slowly as you want. And if you change your mind, decide you don’t want to, or can’t, then that is fine too.”

“You won’t be disappointed?”

“Of course I will. I think you are really cute and so I really want to have sex with you. I can’t pretend I won’t be disappointed if you decide not to do it.”

She spread her legs, reached down and parted the plump outer lips of her pussy, revealing the pink folds within. It was a gesture that was both sexy and submissive, offering me the most intimate part of her body. My cock hardened at the thought that later it would be welcomed in there, into the pink paradise she was presenting.

I moved between her legs and planted little kisses on her outer pussy lips. She sighed with pleasure. I pushed the tip of my tongue into the entrance to her vagina, which elicited an even longer and louder sigh. The nectar of her pussy tasted sweet and delicious. I let my tongue slide up between her tiny inner lips and over her clit. Her body shivered as my tongue-tip touched here there.

I started to lick her pussy. At the same time I reached up with both hands and took her nipples between fingers and thumbs. They were already hard as I gently pinched them. My tongue ran up and down the whole length of her slit, pushing slightly into her, then sliding up over her little lips and teasing her clit, before sliding back down and into her. She started to breathe more heavily.

I continued licking her and stimulating her nipples as she gradually got more and more excited. I slipped out of my clothes and moved up between her legs. I took hold of her knees and pushed them up towards her breasts, exposing her sex completely. I pushed forward slightly until my cock nuzzled between her pillowy outer lips. I could feel my cockhead nestling in the opening to her body, wet and warm and welcoming. I pushed forward slightly and watched her lips distend around my cock as my cockhead vanished inside her.

“OK?” I asked her.

“Mmm,” she said. “It feels special.”

“Not painful.”

“Not at all. Thank god.”

I pulled back a little and then pushed forward again, sinking a little more of my cockshaft into the little Mongolian tomboy. A semi-virgin, the first time she’d willingly welcomed a cock into herself. “Oh wow,” she moaned as the widest part of my cock slipped inside her. I kept going slowly and gently, gradually working myself into her body until, finally, my cock was completely buried in her and my balls were pressed against her body.

I bent down as I started to move my cock back and forth inside her. I felt her get wetter still.

“Oh this is so much better than I imagined,” she said between grunts as I forcefully fucked her, long hard thrusts into her tight wet pussy. “Oh no, don’t stop.” I was surprised when she said that, it is usually a girl’s way of saying she’s about to cum without being that explicit. And she was. “oh my god, I can’t believe it,” she squealed as her body went rigid for a second and then shook with an intense orgasm. If what she said was true then it was her first orgasm from anything other than a tongue. I continued to fuck her hard as her climax flooded her body with undiluted pleasure.

As her orgasm died away I stopped moving so vigorously and just moved myself back and forth inside her very slowly while she got her breath back.

She opened her eyes and looked into mine. “I can’t believe it. I just came.”

“I noticed.”

“I’ve never cum so fast before. So how do I make you cum?”

“It’s up to you. You can just lie there and rock your hips a little and I’ll do most of the work. Or you can go on top.”

“I want to go on top. How do we do it?”

“Wrap your legs around me? That’s right.”

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over so that she ended up on top with my cock still inside her pussy. She straddled me and sat up. I reached up and held her body, flicking my thumbs over her nipples, hard little brown acorns. She started to fuck me. I looked down and watched as her body rose and fell, lifting up off my cock and then sinking down, my flagpole vanishing into he body behind her tattooed flag. She developed a rhythm and I knew I wouldn’t last all that much longer.

“That’s wonderful,” I said.

“For me too.”

“Make sure I don’t cum inside you though.”

“We should really be using a condom, shouldn’t we? Not that I have any.”

“I do. But they are so horrible.”

“Tell me when you are about to cum then.”

I started to get close. “Squeeze me,” I told her.

“Like this?” she said, clamping her cunt muscles onto my cock.

“Perfect. You’re going to make me cum.”

“Oh yes, cum for me. My first man. Well, the first one I count.”

“I’m cumming,” I said quietly as I felt my orgasm ignite inside me.

She lifted herself up completely off my cock. It fell back against my belly. She sank down again so that her pussy was pressed onto my cock. She moved her hips backward and forward sliding her wet pussy lips up and down my shaft, masturbating me with her body. It looked almost incongruous, as if she had a cock of her own. White jets of cum shot onto my belly as she massaged my cock with her pussy. She was looking down intently watching everything. She’d never seen a man cum before except, perhaps, in internet porn.

“Wow,” she said as she watched my body empty onto my belly between her thighs. “That looked pretty fun.”

She continued to move her hips for a bit longer, rubbing her clit along my cock. Her eyes were shut now as she simply relished the feelings inside her body. Finally she stopped moving. She put a finger in my cum and then took an experimental lick, tasting a man’s seed for the first time.

I brought a couple of beers up from the kitchen and then the two of us showered together. I looked at the clock beside the bed. It was still early evening.

Chapter 10: Jaycee joins in

It was still early evening.

“So which other students have you seduced?” Zula asked.

“Guess?”

“Hmm. That little Asian, for sure. She watches your every move like she’s infatuated with you. She’d go to the bathroom to watch you shit if you let her.”

“She’s really cute.”

“She is. I’d not say no if I got the chance.”

“She’s even cuter naked.”

“I’ll have to take your word for you on that. But she’s so shy, I’ve no idea how you cajoled her out of her clothes.”

Suddenly I had an idea. I texted Jaycee: “can you come over tonight”

She replied almost immediately: “on my way”

When she arrived I threw on a robe and went down and let her in.

“You are going to have your first threesome tonight,” I told her as I kissed her.

“What’s a threesome?” she asked.

“Well, if you are very lucky it is where you are in bed with two guys and they are just all over your body with hands and tongues and cocks and your are on fire with arousal. But tonight, I’m the lucky one and I get to be in bed with two girls.”

“Cool.” I thought she might be a bit disappointed at having to share, but she just seemed to be up for another new experience. Sex was all so new to her she didn’t really have any concept of what was normal and what was a little unusual.

I led her up to the bedroom. Zula was in bed with the covers modestly over her. They knew each other from being in a couple of the same classes. Zula lay there watching as I undressed Jaycee for her, rather like unwrapping a Christmas present. Jaycee didn’t seem the least bit self-conscious about being half-naked in front of another girl she didn’t know well. I left her panties on, partially to give her a bit of modesty and partially so that Zula could have the thrill of taking them off. I figured she’d enjoy that. I slipped off my robe and Jaycee and I rolled under the covers to join Zula, Jaycee on her back between us.

I bent down and started to kiss Jaycee’s nipple. I felt it harden under the gentle ministrations of my tongue. I sensed Zula beside me and guessed she was doing the same to Jaycee’s other nipple, her first little sexual experience with another girl.

I rolled onto my back and directed Jaycee toward my cock. She didn’t need any more encouragement. She moved down my body and took me into her mouth. Zula sat and watched for a moment, as I grew inside Jaycee’s mouth from semi-hardness to a full-sized erection. Then she too moved down the bed. She signaled to Jaycee who lifted herself off my cock and then Zula wrapped her mouth around my knob. I knew it was the first time that she’d had a man in her mouth. Jaycee stroked my shaft with one hand while Zula’s mouth and tongue worked their magic on my cockhead, sending waves of wonderful feelings spiraling out through my body. Then the girls changed position. Zula’s hand wrapped around my shaft and Jaycee’s mouth around my head. Zula’s hand, at least I think it was hers, was stroking my balls. Jaycee was fingering my asshole. There is something really special about the over-stimulation that comes from two girls doing their everything to deliver maximum pleasure. But I don’t want to cum in their mouths immediately, but two girls gets too much very quickly.

I pulled Jaycee back up the bed and she lay on her back. I started to kiss her. I could feel Zula still playing with my cock, feel her tongue circling my knob, her hand slowly pumping my shaft. I moved so I was partially lying on Jaycee, pressing her onto the bed in case she had sudden nerves at what I know will happen next. Zula’s mouth vanished from my cock. I could sense that she was pulling Jaycee’s panties down. To my surprise, Jayceee just calmly lifted her hips up so that Zula can get them off more easily. She may be shy but she has an adventurous streak in her somewhere.

I continued to kiss Jaycee and I could guess that Zula was parting Jaycee’s legs to get access to her now fully-unwrapped present. Jaycee squirmed a little underneath me as Zula’s tongue first contacted her pussy. But Zula clearly knew what she was doing and in seconds Jaycee was emitting little moans of pleasure.

I rolled off to one side to watch. The Filipina was on her back with the Mongolian lying on her front between her legs. Zula had her hands on Jaycee’s thighs spreading her legs apart. Zula had her mouth completely over the other girl’s pussy, her tongue working its magic inside her. Jaycee was moaning continuously now as Zula’s tongue, well practiced at finding its way around a pussy, caressed her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. I have to admit she’s better at it than me.

I moved down the bed and lay on Zula’s back, my hard cock resting in the valley between her ass cheeks. I moved my hips back a little and my cock dropped between her thighs. Zula rolled her hips back a little so I was perfectly positioned in her opening. I pushed forward gently but firmly and felt myself start to enter her. I worked my cock into her as she continued to drive Jaycee towards new heights of arousal.

“You do that so well,” I whispered in Zula’s ear as I started to fuck her. From that angle my cock was penetrating her more deeply than before. She moaned a little but didn’t stop licking Jaycee’s pussy.

“Oh that’s so good,” Jaycee sighed. “Keep going. Like that. Just like that. Yes.”

Jaycee started to cum. Zula continued to lick her as her orgasm burst through her body like an epileptic fit, quivering on her back as the waves of pleasure washed through her. I continued to fuck Zula as I watched the delightful tableau.

As Jaycee’s orgasm died away I pulled out of Zula. She moved to one side and I moved up the bed. Zula grabbed my cock and directed it to where her tongue had just been, guiding my cockhead into Jaycee’s vagina. I slipped easily into the young Filipina’s body.

I started to fuck Jaycee. Zula moved up the bed. She put one foot on either side of Jaycee’s head and then squatted down, her pussy just half an inch from her mouth. She didn’t force Jaycee to do anything, just offered that most intimate corner of her body to Jaycee if she wanted to take it. Which she did. Her tongue emerged and, almost experimentally, probed between Zula’s lips, tasting another woman for the first time. It was unbelievably sexy to watch. Zula reached down with one hand and opened her sex to give Jaycee easier access to all the sensitive folds inside. I leaned forward and kissed Zula.

We were a total conflagration of sexual energy. My cock was pistoning vigorously back and forth in Jaycee’s pussy. Jaycee’s tongue was drilling pleasure into Zula’s cunt. Zula’s tongue and mine were jousting in a passionate kiss.

“I’m going to cum,” I said. I pulled out of Jaycee and knelt on the bed. Both girls dove in front of me. Zula was first to get her mouth onto my cock just as the first shot of my orgasm blasted into her mouth, another first for her. She moved aside and Jaycee took the next few spurts. Then the two girls licked me clean as the final dribbles seeped from my cock. The three of us lay back down in a tangle of arms and legs, exhausted and satisfied.

Remarkable girls being remarkable. So much more fun than being number 17 to fuck some perfect California blonde.

Chapter 11: A new semester

As you know, I’m a teacher at a community college teaching art. The big upside to teaching art is that lots of girls like to study art, and most of the guys that do are gay. I like to pick some of those girls each semester and try and get into their pants. But I don’t pick the obvious ones, the most attractive ones. Oh they are fun enough to fuck, of course, but seducing them isn’t enough of a challenge any more. They have already have extensive sexual experience so they know what they are doing. So instead I select the misfits, the shy ones, the ones who haven’t been hit on since puberty. I call them remarkable girls.

Often they are virgins and it means it usually an adventure to try and get them to submit, to get them to trust enough to let you be the first. It’s a special moment when any girl shows you her pussy for the first time, spreads her legs in submission. But when it is a girl who has never spread her legs before, it is even more special. When your cock is the first to be in a girl’s mouth, their innocence is more than enough compensation for their lack of technique. And being the first cock to push into a girl’s vagina is a unique thrill for me and something she’ll remember for the rest of her life.

It’s a new semester. New courses. New girls. Some of them remarkable. Some of them ready for me to try and seduce.

Of course some of the girls from last semester are still around. Remember Zula, the little tattooed Mongolian bisexual tomboy. Jaycee, the cute Filipina who is totally infatuated with me. And Jane, the voluptuous married woman who likes to flirt dangerously and occasionally slips… slips out of her wedding ring.

Chapter 12: Maria

The first new remarkable girl is Maria. She was brought up in Mexico and only came to the US to go to college. Her English isn’t perfect but I don’t speak any Spanish. I expect she’s a traditional Catholic and I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin. It’s my challenge to change that.

She’s quite tall, with long wavy black hair that cascades down her back. She tends to dress in one of two styles, either a Mexican dress or else jeans and top. She has nice curvy figure with medium sized breasts, large enough to be impressive but small enough to be firm. In my mind I know what she looks like naked since I’ve mentally undressed her several times. A black bush, I doubt she’s picked up the habit of American girls to be shaved.

She is shy in class, although I’ve seen her talking away with other people in Spanish so it may just be lack of confidence in her English.

I was talking to her about the textbooks we use. Art books are often expensive since the printing has to be in color and high quality. And textbooks are always expensive since the students don’t really decide to buy them, the professors select them and then the students pretty much are forced to buy them.

“You know the impressionist textbook you were talking about?” Maria said to me.

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s hard to complete my coursework. All the copies in the library are out. And I can’t afford to buy a copy myself, it’s too expensive. I still need to find a job to make a bit of money.”

“Well I suppose I could lend you my copy if you promise to take good care of it.”

“Shall I come to your office after class then?”

I thought for a moment and realized the book was at home. Perfect. I didn’t really have a plan but getting her into my house sounded like a good start.

“No, it’s at home. You can come and pick it up this evening.”

I told her my address and we arranged a time for her to come by.

“Would you like a beer?” I asked her when she arrived.

“I’m not 21 yet.”

“That’s fine. I don’t care. What’s the drinking age in Mexico?”

“Officially it’s 18. I’m old enough there.” She laughed. “But to tell the truth, once you have breasts they don’t seem to ask for ID.” A perfect conversational entrée.

“Well, you certainly have breasts,” I said, not hiding that I was looking at them. She blushed a little. “Very nice ones, it would seem.”

I got two beers out of the fridge and opened them.

“How are you finding the US? You’ve not been here long right?”

“No, I just came at the start of the school year. The coursework is fine but socially it is a bit of a culture shock.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, in Mexico if you are a girl you are expected to look for a husband. But here…well, I’m not quite sure how it works.”

“You mean in Mexico you are expected to be a virgin until you are married?”

She blushed again. “I suppose. Or at least engaged.”

“Whereas here very few people expect to marry someone they haven’t already had sex with. Test-drive the car before buying it.”

“Not just that. Test-drive several.” She laughed again. “Boys keep trying to take me for a test-drive, I think.”

“How do you mean?”

“If I go for something innocent like a coffee they try and touch me, and kiss me and fondle my breasts.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “And you don’t like it?”

“It’s not even that. In some ways it’s very flattering. And it’s kind of fun since that sort of thing has been so taboo all my life. Not just taboo for me but taboo for the boys so they don’t even try anything. But I’m tempted not to stop them.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“How do you mean?”

“Are you going to stay a virgin? Or are you going to have fun? Go on some test-drives?”

“I haven’t decided. What do you think I should do?”

“I can’t make that decision for you. Only you can do that. It’s your body. But I guess I’d say go for it, you can always pretend you are still a virgin whenever you are back in Mexico.”

“I suppose. But I’m not sure I could do it. The idea of being naked in front of someone is terrifying.”

“Why?”

“Well, nobody has ever seen me naked. I’m just not used to the idea.”

I suddenly had an idea.

“Do you want a way to get over that hangup?”

She thought for a moment. “Take my clothes off in front of you?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to complain if you do, you are very attractive,” I said laughing. “But I actually had something else in mind. Modeling.”

“What sort of modeling?”

“I know a couple of groups of amateur photographers. They are always looking for models. They pay too, I know you are short of cash. They are mostly older guys, mostly married. They are not going to hit on you.”

“What would I have to do?”

“Usually they do it at someone’s house. These are semi-serious photographers so many of them have a bedroom or a garage converted to a studio. You pose for them. They take pictures. If you have any traditional Mexican clothes take them along, photographers love different looks. If and when you are comfortable then you can undress and pose naked. It would be good practice for you.”

“Is it porn?”

“No, not at all. It’s all arty. You won’t have to show anyone your…whatever you call it.”

“You mean…down there?” She pointed to her crotch.

“Exactly. Your pussy.” She blushed again at my explicitness.

“Are you going to be there?”

“No. Not unless you want me to be there as a sort of chaperone. Of course I’d then see you naked too, you’d have to live with that.”

“I think I’d prefer that. The first time at least. I’m not sure I could just take my clothes off in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“It would be odder still in front of a bunch of people you knew. That’s why I didn’t suggest modeling for the life drawing classes. You know too many students. Plus they pay a lot less than rich old guys with three thousand dollar cameras.”

“Let me think about it.”

“No. Just do it. If you think about it you will find a hundred reasons not to. And there is really only one. You think it will be embarrassing. And when you discover it isn’t, it is quite self-empowering.”

“Really?” She said nothing for a few seconds and then she looked up. “OK. I’ll do it. But you have to take me there and stay and bring me back.”

“I’ll organize it and let you know. Write down your cell-phone number on that note-pad.”

I couldn’t believe how well the evening had gone. I started with no plan and now I already had a date to see her naked. I felt my cock stirring at the thought.

She drained the last of her beer. I picked up the impressionist art textbook and handed it to her.

“Take care of it,” I said.

“I will.”

“You’ll get punished if you damage it.”

“Really? I’d better be careful then,” she said with a smile.

She put the book into her backpack and I let her out the front door.

Chapter 13: Salima

Salima is Muslim. Her family is from Morocco originally although she was born here. She always comes to class in a long skirt and a long-sleeved top and a hijab, that Muslim headscarf. Her clothing is always fairly loose, she’s not allowed to reveal the shape of her body, but even so I can make out that she has a nice figure.

The attraction of Salima is the impossibility of the challenge. I know that under Muslim rules she is not allowed to be touched by a man, even to shake hands. She is meant to avoid being alone with a man. She seems very innocent.

She lives at home so I don’t know to what extent she complies with all the rules just to be a dutiful daughter or whether she actually wants to break free. Hopefully the latter. If she wants to be good then I won’t be able to seduce her. If she wants to be bad then I’m just the person to help, to corrupt her little by little.

For the first part of term I was friendly with her but there never seemed to be an opening to get more personal. Even I wasn’t reckless enough to flirt shamelessly with a possibly-devout Muslim in class. Then one day I was telling her about a book but somehow I’d forgotten the name of the author.

“Give me your email and I’ll send you the author’s name when I get home.”

“I don’t really have email. We don’t have Internet at home. My parents won’t allow it. But you can text me.”

Perfect. I’d wondered how I was going to get started with Salima if I couldn’t be alone with her, and in class was too dangerous. But texting might be a way to explore her a bit. Short and unthreatening.

I texted her the author’s name that night .

“thank you,” she texted back. “sorry for being a pain not having email”

“why don’t you?”

“parents think internet is indecent”

“what’s it like being muslim, all those rules?”

“there are far too many”

“rules are made to be broken lol”

“for sure” she texted back. That was encouraging, she wanted to break out at least a little.

“do you know any non-muslims”

“none that are close”

“i’ll be your escape valve from the muslim world lol”

“that would be great”

“what do you want to know?”

“i’m curious”

“what about?”

“guess”

“sex”

“yes lol”

“what do you know about it?”

“nothing really”

“where do you want to start?”

“where should I start?”

“how about with your own body”

“ok”

“have you looked between your legs?”

“i’m blushing. i can’t believe you asked me that”

“if we are going to talk about sex you have to overcome your embarrassment”

“i know. just i’ve never talked about this stuff before”

“what word do you like to use for it?”

“for what?”

“between your legs”

“my kus. it’s arabic, although it is a rude word”

“have you looked at it?”

“no”

“then tonight i want you get a mirror and look”

“ok”

“do you touch it?”

“how do you mean?”

“in bed. do you like to touch your kus with your fingers?”

“blushing again. sometimes.”

“does it feel good?”

“wonderful. but i don’t think it’s allowed”

“nobody will know. i want you to touch it every night”

“ok”

“do you know what your clitoris is?”

“no”

“when you look in the mirror here’s what you’ll see. you have outer lips that are fleshy. they probably have hair on them unless you shave. between them are your inner lips. given your skin color they are probably light or dark brown. they may stick out between your outer lips or be hidden completely by them. do you know where the entrance to your vagina is?”

“yes. where my period is”

“yes. do you use tampons?”

“yes”

“i want you to push a finger in your vagina, where your tampon goes, while you look in the mirror to see where everything is”

“ok”

“so next I want you to open up your kus while you are looking in the mirror”

“how do you mean?”

“spread your lips apart. like you probably do when you put a tampon in. where your inner lips come back together is your clit. of course i don’t know precisely how you look, all girls are different. but you should see a little fleshy hood and underneath the little hood is a tiny little pink lump like a small pink pearl. maybe a tenth of an inch, not very large”

“that’s my clit?”

“yes. it’s the most sensitive part of your body. when you touch yourself in bed, see if you can feel it. it gets hard when you are excited so becomes easier to find”

“ok. i guess i have lots of homework from my art professor lol”

“you don’t have class with me tomorrow. so text me when you are alone tomorrow night”

“ok. i can’t believe this just happened”

“what?”

“i’ve never talked about anything intimate like this with anyone. and i barely know you. yet here we are”

“it must be allah’s will”

“haha yes. or maybe it was a temptation i was meant to resist”

“goodnight”

I couldn’t believe how well things had gone. I’d really only aimed to keep the conversation going a little, hopefully enough that it wouldn’t be creepy if I ever texted her again. But she has a thirst for knowledge about sex and no access to the internet. Texting me really is a lifeline out of her Muslim world.

The following night I was sitting in my living room watching TV when my phone beeped with an incoming text.

“i’m alone now”

“so did you look in a mirror?”

“yes”

“what did you see?”

“my kus. it was more complicated than i expected”

“how do you mean?”

“all those folds of flesh”

“did you find the entrance to your vagina”

“yes. i could see it when i opened up my kus. i stuck my finger inside. it was tight”

“and did you find your clit?”

“i’m not sure. i think i could see it when i looked in the mirror but i couldn’t find it just by feel later”

“are your nipples sensitive?”

“blushing. very”

“are you alone?”

“of course. i’m not insane lol”

“are you naked?”

“no. but i could be.”

“take all your clothes off”

“ok”

There was a pause for a minute before she replied again.

“ok, i’m naked now”

“stroke your nipples”

“what?”

“stroke your nipples. get yourself aroused.”

“ok. i can’t text at the same time obviously.”

While she was presumably stroking her nipples and getting excited, I typed a long text message.

“reach down with one hand and open up your kus. then push a fingertip into your vagina. you should be wet. then slide your finger back up between your inner lips towards your stomach. do it slowly. your finger will run over your clit. it should be more obvious. it may be very sensitive, perhaps even too sensitive to touch like an eyeball”

There was another delay.

“wow. i had no idea”

“you found it”

“i think so. it was the most unbelievable feeling. it felt like a tiny seed. a sesame seed or something, hidden somewhere in those folds. but when i touched it…wow”

“tonight when you go to bed i want you to focus on touching yourself there. experiment. see what feels best. hard, fast, slow, soft, off to one side. make sure your finger is wet so either lick it or push it into your vagina from time to time”

“ok. that sounds like it is going to be fun”

“it is. and if you keep going for long enough you can have an orgasm”

“what’s that?”

“it’s when your body sort of explodes in pleasure”

“wow. how will i know?”

“you’ll know for sure. but before you get there you may feel weird. like you have never felt before. you may think you are going to pee or throw up or something. but don’t stop. keep going”

“how come you know so much more about my kus than i do? you don’t even have one”

“i’ve played with more kus’s than you. you’ve barely played with your own”

“true. although i’ve played with it a lot more the last couple of days lol”

“text me if you have an orgasm”

“i’m blushing again. you’d think i’d be getting used to this”

“you are doing fine”

“what’s next?”

“what do you want it to be?”

“i don’t know. i suppose kissing. i mean boys and girls always seem to start with kissing at least on TV”

“you want to be kissed?”

“it is so naughty. men and women are not allowed to even shake hands. it seems far naughtier than touching my own kus”

“by the way, that is called masturbation”

“touching my kus?”

“yes”

“do you know what boys look like naked?”

“i’ve seen statues and paintings and stuff. i study art you might recall lol”

“have you ever seen an erect penis”

“i have no idea what that even means. it sounds intimidating”

“we’d better find you some pictures then”

“where?”

“on the internet”

“i don’t have internet remember. and i can’t exactly use the computers at the college for that”

“i’ll think of something. good luck having an orgasm. which is also called cumming”

“cumming sounds like coming?”

“yes. sometimes it is written that way too”

It was after midnight when my phone beeped: “i came”

Chapter 14: Jane comes to stay

“Black,” Jane said to me quietly during class in one of the studios. I used to flirt with her by asking what color her panties were, but now she flirts with me by telling me without my asking. So long as she is telling me the color of her panties I figure I have a reasonable chance of getting into them again. Since she’s married I have to be discreet. So whereas Jaycee looks at me with puppy-dog eyes and pretty much everyone knows I must be fucking her, with Jane nobody has noticed anything. But since nobody else was within earshot, I could talk to her briefly.

“So what color will they be next time you take them off for me.”

“You wish.”

“I do. But I think you do too. If the right opportunity arises. When there’s no risk of being found out.”

“There’s always risk.”

“We should have our own color.”

“How do you mean?”

“When you tell me your panties are our special color, it means you want me.”

“I often want you. Wanting you and allowing myself to have you are two different things. I’m happily married, remember.” She lifted her left hand showing me her rings.

“OK. A special color means you will allow yourself to have me.”

“Leopard-skin.”

“Do you have any leopard-skin panties?”

She laughed. “I do. But I never wear them. That’s why I picked that color. I admit I want to wear them. But I’m not going to. I mustn’t.”

“You will.”

“It’s like walking a tightrope flirting with you.”

“My bed is underneath the rope. Just waiting for you to fall off.”

I went off to help some of the other students.

It was Friday a couple of weeks later. I wandered over to talk to Jane.

“Are you busy this evening?” she asked. I had expected her to tell me the color of her panties, which were usually her first words to me.

“Not really,” I said. I had some plans for maybe having Zula over but hadn’t got as far as doing anything about it.

“Leopard-skin today.” Our codeword color.

“Really. Then come and visit this evening.” I presumed her husband must be away for the weekend fishing or something.

“I’m leaving one thing behind at home though,” she said conspiratorially.

“Your leopard-skin panties?”

She laughed. “No. I’ll leave those for you to take off. I’ll take off my wedding ring.”

“7ish,” I said as I walked off.

She arrived on the dot of 7. I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. There was already a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses there. We lay down on the bed. She seemed tense.

“OK?” I asked.

“Yes. It’s just the bed. Somehow bent over your dining table was…just fucking…but your bed. It’s intimate.”

“Too much like being in bed at home?”

“I suppose.”

“How’s your marriage?”

“Everything is fine. Even sex. But sex with you is so naughty it is so much more wildly exciting. I suppose because we are not meant to be doing it, me being a married woman. A happily married woman even. This is the sort of thing I’d never do.”

“So are you really wearing leopard-skin panties?”

She undid her pants and pushed them down and kicked them off. She pulled her shirt up to give him a better view. She was wearing leopard-skin boy-shorts. My eyes were immediately drawn to the spot where her fleshy mound pushed out the patterned material. I tried to remember just what her pussy had looked like the last time I saw it, big puffy inner labia spread like pink butterfly wings.

“Pretty panties,” I said.

I was slightly surprised when she sat up, unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. Then she reached behind and undid her bra, releasing her wonderful breasts. She lay back on the bed now wearing just the leopard-skin panties. Despite her breasts being large they were also firm. I bent forward and kissed one. I circled around her breast, planting a trail of kisses, gradually getting closer to her nipple. When I started to kiss her large areola she sighed with pleasure. I could see her nipple harden even before my lips reached it. I knew from our first time together that she had highly sensitive nipples. Finally my tongue reached her nipple and she groaned as I started to tease it, running my tongue in circles around the hard point, the size and color of a raspberry.

I moved to her other breast and started to give it the same treatment. At the same time I let my hand slip down across her stomach. I slipped onto the outside of her panties. I could feel the smoothness of her mound through the thin cotton of her panties. She used to have pubic hair, although not a lot, but I felt my cock twitch at the thought that she had shaved for me, probably that afternoon. I slipped my hand lower. I could feel the cleft of her sex through her panties, and then as my fingers curved out of sight around her body I could feel her inner labia against my fingertips. She was holding her breath as my fingers slowly slipped along the line of her labia, still over the top of her panties. I barely touched her, just skimming along the line of her slit, teasing her by the way my fingers didn’t give her the full stimulation she craved.

I closed my teeth gently on one of her big nipples as my fingers slid to one side, off the fabric of her panties. As bit her a little harder I slipped my fingers under the hem of her panties and onto her pussy. She was soaking wet. She let out a long groan as I pushed a finger between the pink butterfly wings and inside her. I started to stroke her, probing her as deep as the position we were lying in allowed, and then slipping back up to tantalize her clit with a feather-light touch. I felt her hands on my jeans, feeling for my cock, hard of course.

I felt a bit over-dressed since I was still fully-clothed and she was naked. But she moved from feeling my cock to undoing my belt and a moment later I was kicking my jeans and underwear off the bed, naked from the waist down. Her hand closed around my cock.

“I’d forgotten how big you are,” she said, as she slipped off her own leopard-skin panties. “Bigger than my husband.”

“You shaved,” I said as I inspected her mound where previously she had had a patch of blonde curls. Now the deep cleft of her sex was clearly visible with the pink tongue of her inner lips peeking through between her legs.

“I did. I knew you’d like it.”

“What will you tell your husband?”

She laughed. “He likes the idea too. I’ll tell him I did it for him.”

“Do you want me to lick you?”

“Not now. I don’t want to wait. I want you inside me.”

She rolled over on top of my body so she was straddling me. She reached underneath herself and guided me so that my cock was just pressed into the entrance to her body. Then she sat back and took me into her in a single long movement.

“That feels so good,” she said, sitting on me not moving, my cock hidden inside her. “So not allowed but so thrilling.” I reached up and caressed her large breasts, flicking my thumbs over her nipples. She started to rock her hips, moving me inside her and generating wonderful feelings as my cock moved inside the silky wet sheath of her cunt.

Fucking Jane is a different experience from what I’ve had recently. Most of the girls I’ve been fucking were virgins when I first fucked them and so they fuck the way I taught them. Which, of course, is just what I like. But Jane fucks the way she wants to so it makes a very nice change. Like having really good fried chicken after a diet of excellent steak. Plus, of course, she is married and that means that her vagina is a no-go area, which makes it even more exciting to go there.

She leant forward and offered one of her breasts to her mouth. My tongue circled her big raspberry nipple. I felt it harden as I heard her sigh with pleasure. Her nipples were always very sensitive. As she continued to fuck me with her hips and I licked her nipple, she reached down and started to masturbate her own clit. I watched as her finger played among the thick pink petals of her pussy while my cock slid back and forth inside it.

Jane pulled off me and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pink butterfly-like pussy was all swollen with excitement. I moved between her legs and positioned my cock between the butterfly-wings and slipped back into the warm welcome of her body.

“Are you staying the whole weekend?” I asked as I started to move myself inside her, slowly, leisurely.

“If it is allowed. Until Sunday afternoon anyway.” She pushed her hips up against me, keeping with my rhythm.

“Better not get caught here.”

“I can assure you that if I’m not at home when my husband returns, his first thought is not going to be that I’m fucking someone.”

“Even though you are.”

“Indeed. Right now. And it is wonderfully naughty and exciting. Is it different?” She reached down and once again started to masturbate her clit.

“What?”

“Sex with a married woman.”

“A bit. It is such a surrender. It’s a bit like being a teenager again back when sex felt dirty and naughty and borderline illegal.”

“It certainly different…oh, I’m going to cum. Keep moving slowly like that.”

I continued to fuck her slowly while she stroked her clit with one finger. “Oh god yes,” she moaned, “that’s so good. Keep moving. Oh you fuck so well.” Suddenly her body went stiff for a moment and then she let out a long groan. Her whole body started to shake as if she was being electrocuted. I continued to move my cock inside her cunt as her climax ran its course. Finally she lay there with her eyes closed, limp, drained.

“Fuck that was amazing,” she said opening her eyes. “I can’t believe I came so hard. I mean, gosh, you were barely moving inside me.”

“I still am.”

“Mmm. It’s nice. Very friendly.”

“I’m going to cum too,” I said. I could feel my own orgasm building up inside, slowly since I was barely moving inside her, but inexorable. I felt her squeeze her cunt muscles onto my cock. “Oh yes,” I said as I felt her tighten. It was just enough. The first spurt of cum shot from my cock deep inside her body. “Wow, I can feel it,” she sighed. I kept moving slowly as my body drained into her cunt.

It was going to be a fun weekend.

Chapter 15: Jaycee rolls over

Jaycee is totally smitten with me so I always try and give her the full boyfriend experience. She’s never had a previous boyfriend but she likes to pretend I’m faithful and in love with her, even though in her heart she knows neither is true. I go along with it and don’t break the illusion. She rarely comes over just for an evening of sex like some of the other remarkable girls, she likes to come and stay for the whole weekend. She always says brunch is the most erotic meal since it almost always means that you fucked—although she always says ‘made love’—earlier that morning. Like Pavlov’s dogs I think poached eggs make her wet.

She likes to learn. When I met her she had never been naked, never masturbated, never even inspected herself between her legs with a mirror. She was a blank canvas for me to paint on. Anything I tell her to do she thinks is completely normal and she doesn’t question anything. So she’s got really good in bed: active, enthusiastic, sometimes submissive, sometimes liking to take control. She knows how to suck a cock. She knows how to lick a pussy. She has a repertoire of sexual positions that would make a porn-star proud. But there’s one thing she’s never done.

So I had a new lesson for her. When I’m licking her, I usually end up with my tongue on her clit and a finger inside her, working her body up to an explosive climax. Sometimes I also let another finger slip lower, gently finger her asshole. She’s still not completely used to it and sometimes squirms around a bit but if anything that just encourages me. Occasionally even my tongue slips down there, the tip of my tongue softly circling, probing on the rougher skin. Like her pussy lips, her asshole is darker than the rest of her body, a tight milk-chocolate colored asterisk. Tiny and delicate. Tight and delicious. That night I decided my cock was going to enter her there.

I didn’t know if she’d even heard of anal sex, if she even knew it is possible. I’d certainly never mentioned it. I was keeping it as a special treat that I thought about every time I touched her there and made her squirm. I decided I wouldn’t tell her anything in advance. It would be a surprise when I pulled out of her pussy and re-entered her there. She’d cry out at the intensity of it as my pink knob distended her little brown hole and I pushed into her last virgin entrance. I got a bottle of lube and put it under the pillow for later.

When she came over, we got some sushi delivered and sat cuddling, and occasionally kissing, on the sofa watching a DVD. Of course I’d have loved to strip her naked and fuck her but I knew how much she adored just being cuddled, being appreciated, feeling she was being loved. It wasn’t completely selfless either. I’d discovered that a few hours of behaving like a perfect boyfriend made her incredibly horny. When eventually we went upstairs I knew her pussy would be quivering in anticipation, her panties damp from the several hours of kissing and cuddling. I knew that she’d be energetic and enthusiastic in bed.

The DVD ended, I turned out the lights and we went upstairs. Besides cuddling on the sofa, two more things that she loved were showering together and waking up alongside me. So we undressed and took a shower together before we both rolled naked onto my bed. She does have a fabulous body. Pretty face, nice sized breasts with cute little brown nipples, a beautiful bush, a nice figure, shapely legs. And a perfect ass, at the base of which was my treat for the evening.

She spread her legs. I could tell from a glance at her pussy lips that she was aroused. Her pussy would swell and open up when she was excited, it looked completely different when she was reading or something similar. I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs even wider as I lowered my mouth. I kissed her outer lips with their sparse covering of downy Asian hair. She sighed with pleasure. I moved my tongue to her inner lips, gently probing between them. Her lips were latte colored but inside she was pink. I pushed my tongue into her as deeply as I could. I felt her hips push forward greedily. I slid my tongue up between her lips until I was just nuzzling against her clit. She sighed again.

I pushed her thighs back more, up towards her shoulders, exposing her even more. But in particular making her asshole accessible. I moved back down and probed into her pussy once again, tasting the nectar of her excitement. Then I slipped down lower so the tip of my tongue was on her asshole. Her body jerked a little but I had a good grip on her thighs. I started to circle my tongue around her asshole, gradually increasing the pressure and moving to the center as her body relaxed and just the tip of my tongue could penetrate the tight ring of muscle. She started to sigh again, a reluctant betrayal by her body that something so taboo to her actually felt good.

I rolled her onto her front. She pulled her legs up underneath her so her ass was in the air, her head pressed onto the bed. She moved her legs apart. Her thighs framed her pussy, excited and spread out like a small fall leaf, glistening with the dewdrops of her juice. I positioned my cock in her opening. As I pushed forward slowly, she pushed back and I watched my cockhead vanish into her, her lips distending into a ring as the thickest part slipped inside her. I started to move my cock back and forth, working myself into her tightness as her body gradually yielded until I was completely inside her. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast. She squealed with pleasure as my thick cock pistoned back and forth like a steam train in her vagina.

I pushed her so she was lying flat on her front on the bed. My legs were outside hers, my cock still buried in her. In this position she could barely move, my weight almost crushing her. She loved the feeling of being completely helpless, unable to do anything more than lie there and be fucked. I licked my thumb and reached down. I could see the brown pucker of her asshole between her cheeks, just above where my cock disappeared into her body. I pressed my thumb hard against it. She yelped in surprise as the tip of my thumb slipped inside her tight rear hole.

I pulled my thumb out, reached underneath the pillow and grabbed the lube. Then I dribbled a little onto my fingers and gently rubbed it around her asshole.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to turn her head to see.

“Playing with every bit of your lovely body.”

I pushed a lubed finger into her.

“Oh my god,” she said, “that feels so odd.”

I continued to fuck her with my cock while I started to fuck her asshole with a finger. As she opened up I worked a second finger into her, distending her wider. Gradually her body relented and my fingers moved easily. She grunted as I worked a third finger into her, distending her almost to the girth of my cock. I pulled my fingers out and dribbled a little more lube onto her asshole.

I pulled out of her pussy, spread her cheeks, quickly positioned the point of my cockhead on her asshole and pushed forward, just a short distance but firmly. She cried out in surprise as my cockhead slipped into her ass. I’m not sure if she even knew it was my cock or if she thought it was my fingers again. She was very tight, like an elastic band around my cock.

“Your ass is so fuckable tonight,” I said, making sure she realized. I pushed down a bit more and a little more of my cock slipped into the lubricated hole. I started to fuck her with small movements in and out, still just a little bit of my cock inside her yet. But each time I thrust down I’d push a little more of myself into her. Eventually I was completely embedded in her no-longer-virgin asshole, my balls pushed against her body. She was groaning, a noise I’d never heard her make before. Intense feelings that she’d never experienced were flooding her body from a most unlikely source.

I lay there for a moment, not moving, letting her experience the novel feeling of a thick cock impaled deep in her ass. I pulled out a little bit and then thrust forward again. Each time I entered her she grunted. Her asshole started to adapt to its unanticipated invasion and it became easier to move inside her. I started to fuck her with longer strokes, pulling several inches out of her before pushing back into her and eliciting another grunt.

“Oh my god I’m going to cum,” she suddenly squealed. I continued to fuck her hard as her body trembled underneath me, her asshole convulsing around my cock. “Oh gosh that’s powerful,” she moaned as her orgasm peaked and then gradually subsided.

I thrust into her hard a few more times and then I pulled out. I rolled onto my back.

“Squat over me,” I told her. As she lowered her body I guided my cock back between her cheeks. She sank down and my cock slipped back into her, her unoccupied pussy on display between her thighs. She started to fuck me. I reached forward and pushed two fingers into her cunt, and let my thumb graze her clit. With my other hand I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, gently at first and then harder.

“That’s intense,” she moaned, her body sexual feelings, a cock in her ass, fingers in her cunt and her nipple under attack.

“I’m close to cumming,” I told her.

“Where do you want to cum?”

“In your ass, of course. Your little virgin Filipina asshole.”

She made a few more thrusts. She reached down and stroked my nipples hard, which she knew always took me over the top. I felt my orgasm burst and the first powerful gush of cum spurt deep into her body.

“Don’t stop,” I said as she continued to slide her ass up and down my cock, pumping me empty into her rectum. Finally she pulled off me and we cuddled on the bed.

“How was it?” I asked.

“I had no idea you could even do that. It’s pretty intense. Especially at first.”

“It’s fun to do occasionally.”

“I can’t get over the fact that it feels so dirty to even be touched there. To…have you, your penis…in there. That’s super dirty. But it did feel good though. I was pretty surprised when I came.”

“You are no longer an anal virgin. You’ve had anal sex.”

“Is that what it’s called? I suppose it would be.” She kissed me. “You are such a good teacher. And not bad at the art thing either.”

Chapter 16: Maria models

The following weekend, Maria came to my house and I drove her to the house of one of the photographers. He lived out in the suburbs in a large house with what must be a lot of bedrooms. One of the largest had been converted to a photographic studio with lights and backdrops and tripods everywhere. She had a bag containing various clothes she’d brought with her from Mexico. Initially she’d model in those and then, if she didn’t feel too uneasy she could do some nude modeling. Of course I was hoping she didn’t feel uneasy. I wanted to see her body and, once I’d seen it, she would be less reluctant to let me see it the next time.

The photographers did a good job of making her at ease. For the first couple of hours she posed in a couple of traditional Mexican fiesta dresses that she had. Lots of bright reds and yellows and oranges and was photographed from all angles. Or twirling around so that her skirts spun out.

“Let’s do some sexier shots now,” one of the photographers said. I guess he was used to first time models being a little reluctant and so he didn’t ask her to strip.

“Like what?” Maria said. I could tell she was a bit nervous.

“Let’s do some shots where you pull your skirts up so we can see your legs. You are wearing panties aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

They took some shots like that as Maria gradually had the courage to pull her skirts higher and higher. Eventually they coaxed her to lift them high enough that her panties were visible. She was wearing a pair of plain white panties, nothing special. I could see wisps of her black pubic hair where they escaped around the hems. Then she did some from the back, bending over and flipping up her skirt. I have no idea if the photographers were really interested in these poses or if they were just a way to let her confidence build up.

“Let’s do some topless shots now.”

The top of Maria’s dress was elasticated and shoulderless. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. She took a deep breath and then pulled the top down releasing her breasts. Oddly they looked bigger out of the dress than they had within. She had surprisingly large nipples. Lots of shots were taken like that. I had to admit she looked really sexy in her Mexican skirt but topless. Finally she was persuaded to lose the dress and pose in just her panties.

“Are you brave enough to do it?” the lead photographer asked. He didn’t need to specify what he was talking about.

Maria looked over at me. I just gave a slight nod. I don’t think she really needed any more reassurance. She pulled a face at me pretending she was terrified, and then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them off. She had a great figure, curvy with a small waist. And when she turned around a beautifully proportioned ass. She had a thick triangle of wiry black pubes.

The photographers spent another half and hour photographing her nude in various poses. As I promised she wasn’t expected to do anything pornographic although some of the shots would have been pretty revealing except that her thick pubic hair pretty much hid her pussy completely.

“Was that OK?” the photographer asked as she pulled her street clothes, jeans and a top, back on again.

“It wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected. Considering it was my first time.”

“Your first time modeling?”

“My first time being naked. Or nude as you photographers like to say, to make it seem classier.”

“Do you want to come back tomorrow? I have a different set of friends coming over. Of course we’ll pay you a second time.”

“OK,” she said.

“But I’ve got a request. You need to lose your hair.”

In the car on the way back Maria asked me, “What did he mean saying I have to lose my hair?”

“He means you need to shave your pubic hair off.”

“How do I do that? Half of it is out of sight around my body.”

“Just with a regular razor. Like how you shave your legs.”

“But I can see what I’m doing then. That’s different.”

“I’ll do it for you if you like.” To be honest, I wasn’t really expecting her to agree, I said it as much as a joke.

“Really?”

“If you trust me in such an intimate place with a razor.”

“Now you put it like that…hmm. But at least you can see what you are doing. I’m worried I might cut myself somewhere…well…delicate.”

Back at my place we went upstairs. I laid a couple of towels on my bed. While Maria slipped off her jeans and panties I got a beard trimmer, some hot water, shaving foam and several new disposable razors.

She was lying on the bed with her legs clamped together.

“Pull your shirt up to just below your breasts so it doesn’t get wet,” I suggested. She did that. “Now spread your legs.”

“This is worse than going to the gynecologist,” she said laughing as she parted her legs wide for me.

With the beard trimmer I quickly removed most of her hair so that she was left with just short stubble everywhere. I squirted some shaving foam onto my fingers and rubbed it into the stubble.

She wriggled a bit. “That really tickles.”

After waiting a moment for her hair to be softened by the foam I started to shave her. I started at the base of her belly and cleared her mound all the way down and around the top of her slit. Then I carefully pulled one of her lips out to the side so I could shave it safely. The other lip was soon equally smooth. There was just a little hair in the top of her slit where her outer lips came together. With one hand I spread her lips as wide as I could and with the razor removed the final few hairs.

I took a face-cloth and wiped her clean of any remaining foam, stood back and looked at my handiwork. She looked totally different. Before, her hair was so thick that even with her legs spread it was almost impossible to make out her pussy lips. Especially since with her dark skin they were dark too. Now her pussy was revealed in all its glory, the bulge of her now-smooth outer lips pierced by the long brown tongue where her inner lips peeked through.

“Do you want to see?” I asked her. I picked up a mirror and held it between my legs.

“Oh my,” she said. “I had no idea.” She reached down and unselfconsciously touched herself. “It feels totally different too. It’s going to be different when I…” She stopped and blushed slightly.

I laughed. “…when you masturbate. Not that a good Catholic girl like you would ever do such a thing.”

“Exactly. It never even crossed my mind. Especially when I was six years old.”

I laughed. “You started masturbating at six?”

“I certainly did no such thing,” she said smiling.

I had an idea. I put my hands on her knees. I bent forward and kissed her on her mound, just above the top of her slit. Her mound was soft and fleshy.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“I’ll stop if you want,” I replied as I planted a trail of kisses down to one side of her pussy, kissing along one of her plump outer lips. Then I let my tongue graze lightly over her inner lips as I came back higher. I reached forward and with fingertips I gently opened up her pussy. I could see her tiny clit just peeking out from under its hood. I let the tip of my tongue just nudge it. Her whole body jerked and she let out a small moan. I knew she wouldn’t stop me now.

I moved lower and let my tongue play in the entrance to her virgin vagina. I pushed in a little and then circled around. I could taste her arousal, feel her wetness. When my tongue returned to her clit, I replaced it in her opening with the tip of a finger, circling, teasing, probing. She was lying back with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, occasionally moaning, lost in a world of undiluted pleasure.

My tongue caressed her clit as my finger pressed a little deeper into her tight, wet cunt. “Oh my god,” she moaned. I could sense that she must be getting close. I started to lick her more regularly, circling my tongue on her clit as I fucked her pussy with the first couple of inches of my finger. She lay there motionless as her excitement built up to a crescendo. Suddenly her body jerked, “Don’t stop,” she squealed. “Oh fuck that’s so good,” she cried as her orgasm burst into her body. She shook her hips making it difficult to keep my tongue on her clit, but my finger continued to gently fuck her until the last ripple of her climax died down.

She lay there on the bed, almost as if she was unconscious. Then she pushed herself up onto her elbows.

“Wow,” she said. “That was so different.”

“From masturbating?”

“Yes. It felt different. It felt intimate. I can’t believe you did that. Or that I let you. I mean we’ve not so much as kissed and there you are with your tongue inside me, in my, my…”

“Your pussy.”

“Yes…my pussy. I know the word, of course, but I don’t think I’ve ever used it. Certainly not about myself.”

“It looked so beautiful and sexy. I just had to taste it.”

“Even I have to admit it looks sexier like that. With no hair. I didn’t really even know I looked like that.”

“You’re ready for the cameras tomorrow. I’d better drive you home now.”

She pulled her panties and jeans back on.

“It even feels different in my clothes. More sensitive.” She reached down and ran a finger along the seam of her jeans where it cut slightly into her sex. “I think I could almost do it without taking my clothes off.”

“Try wearing your jeans without panties.”

“I’d be aroused the whole day.”

“And the problem with that is?”

She laughed. “You are a bad influence, professor.”

Chapter 7: Salima watches porn

Salima was in my class a couple of days later. When there was nobody near her I went over to talk to her.

“So you managed it?”

Somehow it was especially naughty talking to her face to face about orgasms. Here she was in her usual modest dress and her hijab. We both knew I was imaging her naked, her finger in the folds of her kus.

“This is weird, talking to you. I mean instead of texting.”

“Don’t worry. You are in public. It’s safe.”

“I know. And I trust you anyway. You’ve been very good for me. Well, bad…but good.”

“You made yourself cum?”

“I’m going to blush if I tell you…but I’ve done it lots since.” She did indeed blush slightly.

“So come to my office after class.”

“Why?”

“Your next lesson.”

I was in my office when Salima arrived.

“So what’s my next lesson?” she said.

“Porn.”

“Wow. I’ve never seen porn.”

“I know.”

“But how are we going to do this? I’m not comfortable watching porn with you. I mean I’m meant to avoid being alone with you never mind anything worse.”

“My computer is on the desk. On that pad of paper there are the names of some websites. I’m going to go away and leave you alone in my office while I go and teach another class.”

“At home I have privacy and no internet. At school I have internet but no privacy. This is the first time I’ve had both.”

“Enjoy it,” I said as I left, letting the catch on the door lock so nobody else could walk in on her.

I went to my lecture and it was the best part of an hour later I arrived back at my office door. I turned the key and walked in. Salima was still here, watching something on the computer, her skirts were gathered up around her waist and her hand out of sight behind the desk, presumably in her panties, moving. Suddenly she noticed me. She pulled her hand out quickly and smoothed down her skirts. I pretended to notice nothing unusual.

“How was it?”

“It was amazing. I learned a lot. I’d heard of a blowjob but wasn’t quite sure what it really was. Now I know.”

“Do you want to give one?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“And sex. Well, I knew the zeb goes in the kus but now I’ve seen it and I see how it works.”

“The zeb goes in the kus? I guess that means the cock goes in the pussy.”

“Yes. But for some reason I prefer the Arabic words. I suppose because that’s what I’ve always used even when speaking English.”

“So did you get really aroused?”

“Totally. I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused. I know you caught me with my hand in my panties and I didn’t even feel ashamed. I’ve had several orgasms since you went.”

I put my hands on her shoulders and bent forward very slowly, giving her plenty of opportunity to stop me if she decided to. I kissed her briefly on the lips.

“Oh wow. That was so wrong. But so exciting. I’m meant to be married before I get my first kiss.”

I bent forward again and kissed her, leaving my lips against hers for longer, starting to move them slightly. Just by looking at her I could tell she was on fire with arousal. An hour of porn followed by a forbidden kiss. This time when I kissed her I pushed my tongue forward and ran it over her lips. She was a fast learner and only a moment later my tongue encountered hers. Each tongue gently explored the other as I could sense her excitement building up even more with the thrill of her first kisses, so forbidden.

“Do you want to see a zeb?” I said.

“You mean a real one?”

“If you are brave enough just do it.” Sometimes challenging a girl to be naughty is the better than trying to persuade them.

“Wow. That would be so against all the rules.”

But she reached out and unzipped my pants. I undid my belt and let them fall to my ankles. I pulled my shirt off over my head. My cock was semi-hard from the kissing. I pushed the waistband of my underwear over it and let it fall to the floor too. I took her hand and guided it to my cock. She tentatively closed her fingers around it.

“It’s big,” she said. “Even after seeing them on the computer. In real life it looks bigger.”

I felt myself hardening in her hand.

“I want to try it,” she suddenly said.

“What?”

“A blowjob.”

She bent forward and took my cock into her mouth. Her Muslim mouth where I was forbidden to be. It was a bit odd to be standing there naked while she was fully covered.

She experimentally ran her tongue around my cockhead. It felt wonderful, especially exciting given how many rules she was transgressing to do it.

She started to stroke my shaft with one hand as she slid my head back and forth in her mouth over her tongue, as I presume she’d seen several time watching porn in the last hour. It is always good to get a blowjob from a girl who really knows what she is doing, but it is also special to be the first cock into a girl’s mouth, the one she first experiments on and starts to learn what feels good for her man.

“Pull up your skirt again,” I said.

She reached down with both hands, keeping my cock in her mouth, and pulled her skirts up to her waist. She was wearing a pair of pink lacy panties, their overt sexiness a real contrast to the plainness of the skirt that had hidden them. I’d read that Arab women like to wear really sexy underwear underneath those burkas and long skirts. At least in this case it seemed to be true.

I reached down and put my hand on her thigh just by her panties.

“Can I touch your kus?” I asked. I thought it best not to presume too much at this point. The sexual tension in the air was already electric.

She didn’t answer, my cock was in her mouth. But she spread her thighs for me, offering herself to me. I slid my hand over onto her panties. I could feel through the lacy material that she was shaved, as I’d read somewhere that most Arab women are. I slipped my hand lower onto the bulge where the fabric encased her sex. I could feel her lips. She shivered when I touched her there.

She started to stroke me harder and faster. I ran my finger the length of her slit and she shivered again. I moved my hand up and worked my fingers under the waistband of her panties. She gasped as I pushed my hand down into her panties until my fingers were resting on her pussy lips. She was sopping wet.

She started to try and take me deeper into her mouth. I could feel my cockhead at the back of her throat. I started to thrust my hips a little, gently fucking her mouth. Meanwhile I started to finger her, pressing between her lips and then circling her clit, which was hard. What was it she said about it? Like a sesame seed hidden among the folds.

I was starting to get close. In fact both of us were breathing hard, at the peak of arousal.

“Keep going,” I said encouragingly. “I’m nearly there.”

She kept up a steady rhythm, stroking my shaft with her hand while she worked my cock back and forth in her mouth. I felt the first warm jet pump into her mouth. Even though she’d seen it on the computer, she was obviously still surprised. I put my hand on the back of her head and fucked her mouth as my body spurted my cum into the back of her throat.

A man cumming in her mouth for the first time was the last drop of excitement she needed. As I fingered her clit hard and fast she let out a long, low grunt and her body exploded in orgasm. I bent down and kissed her again, her tongue urgently thrusting against my own. I pushed my finger lower and drove it into her pussy. She squealed in surprise as I fingered her deep inside her virgin cunt, already pulsating with the pleasure of her orgasm.

I pulled my hand out of her panties. She quickly smoothed her skirt back down, looking slightly embarrassed. She was once again modestly dressed. I pulled my own clothes back on.

“OK?” I asked.

“Yes. Totally OK. We shouldn’t have done that but…we both knew that. I feel really guilty now. But it was such a thrill. I’m still trembling.”

“Next time I want to see you naked.”

“Oh wow.” She laughed. “You are not even meant to see my elbows. But I suppose I owe you that.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I suppose you want to put your zeb in my kus.”

“I do. Do you want me to?”

“Let me get used to the idea. We have such a culture of virginity that giving it up is a big step.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“You misinterpret me. I totally want to. I just need to sort of build up the courage. It’s like standing on a high diving board, it takes a lot of willpower to actually jump off.”

“Don’t rush it.”

“Can I ask something?”

“Of course. What?”

“On the porn I saw a man licking a girl. Licking her kus. Do people really do that?”

“Yes. It feels wonderful. I’ll do it for you next time if you like.”

“Really. It looks so intimate and special.”

“It is. You’ll want every boyfriend you have to do it.”

“I doubt I’ll ever have another boyfriend. I mean until I have a husband. Not that you are really my boyfriend. More like my personal trainer. I’ve changed so much in just a week.”

“And next week?”

“I’m going to change again aren’t I? We really are going to do it. Your zeb in my kus. It’s such a turn-on just imagining it. Will it hurt? I’ve heard stories of blood.”

“It might hurt. You might bleed a little. Every girl is different. And then when you meet your husband…”

“Yes?”

“You won’t have any pain or blood. But you should pretend to be afraid, to be worried it will hurt, maybe even fake some pain. That way he won’t realize.”

“That I’m not really a virgin?”

“Exactly.”

Chapter 18: Jane is bi- curious

“So,” I said to Jane while we were eating lunch on Saturday on our weekend together. “Have you ever been with a girl?”

“Never. But I’m sort of intrigued.”

“Bi-curious I think the phrase is.”

“Yes. I’m sort of interested in what it would be like. But I don’t know anyone…like that.”

“You have asked anyone?”

“Of course not. How do you do that? I can’t just ask a friend if she is curious too.”

“Do you want to find out?”

“You are going to set it up for me?”

“Perhaps. You know Zula?”

“That weird looking girl in class. I thought she was a boy the first time I saw her. Short hair. No breasts to speak of. Is she a lesbian?”

“She’s bisexual. And she’s totally female once you get her out of her clothes.”

“Which I’m guessing you’ve done.”

“Guilty as charged.”

I stood up and left the room. I called Zula and told her the situation and asked her if she wanted to come over. I was pleased when she was enthusiastic. She would come over for dinner and then…we’d see what happened.

Jane and I stayed in that afternoon and watched a couple of movies. We’d have liked to have gone for a walk in the park or something but it was too risky, we might get seen together. I went out to the supermarket and bought some food so that I could cook dinner for us. For the three of us. I bought a bottle of gin and some tonic. Sometimes threesomes need a little extra lubrication. And not just astroglide.

I was cooking the food and drinking a gin and tonic with Jane when Zula arrived. I opened the door and gave her a kiss. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, always a good sign. Sometimes she’s really horny but not always. “Kiss Jane,” I said to her as I led her into the kitchen.

Zula went over in front of Jane. But she was so short compared to Jane.

“Bend down so I can kiss you,” she said, reaching up and putting her hands on Jane’s shoulders. Jane bent forward and the two women kissed. As far as I knew this was the first time Jane had ever kissed a woman…beyond chaste pecks on the cheek.

I made Zula a drink and we sat around the table until the food was ready. The two girls’ backgrounds were so different but they found common ground in their interest in art…and the unspoken knowledge that they would be naked together later. And that I’d get to watch and join in.

I got a coin. “OK,” I said. “Let’s be a little bit random. If it is heads, Zula gives someone oral sex, tails it is Jane.”

I tossed the coin. It came down tails.

“OK, so next if it is heads Jane gives Zula oral sex, tails she gives me oral sex.”

I tossed again and it was heads. Jane would give Zula oral sex. I would watch. Since Jane had never so much as kissed a woman before it promised to be an interesting spectacle. I knew that just as I loved to be the first cock in a girl’s mouth, Zula loved to bend a straight girl and be the first pussy she tasted.

“First you’d better undress her,” I said to Jane. Zula was wearing a fleece that zipped up the front, presumably something under that, and a pair of khaki cargo pants. I guessed she wasn’t wearing a bra, she rarely did.

Jane reached out and undid the long zip down Zula’s front. Underneath she was just wearing a plain white T-shirt. It wasn’t very thick, we could both see the dark circles of her areolas through the thin cotton. Her nipples were clearly hard. Jane pushed her jacket off and then pulled the T-shirt off over Zula’s head leaving her topless.

“Can I kiss your breasts?” Jane asked.

“You don’t need to ask. You can do anything you like.”

Jane leant forward and her mouth closed over one of Zula’s tiny breasts. Zula let out a little sigh as Jane started to tongue her nipple. “That’s nice,” she said quietly.

Jane stood up. “You feel so different from a man. All soft and feminine instead of hard and hairy.”

She reached out to the button on Zula’s cargo pants. “Here goes,” she said smiling. She undid the button and lowered the zip. The pants ended up around Zula’s ankles and she stood there in a pair of black panties.

“Oh gosh,” Jane said. “I’ve never done anything remotely like this.” She reached out and peeled Zula’s panties over her boyish hips and dropped them to join the khaki on the floor. Zula stepped out of the puddle of clothing and stood there completely naked, her boyish figure and manly tattooed arms in stark contrast to the prominent slit of her sex crowned with her Mongolian flag tattoo.

“You’d better sit on the sofa,” Jane said. We went through to the living room. Zula sat on the sofa and spread her legs wide, sliding her ass to the edge of the cushions. Jane knelt down between Zula’s thighs, inspecting her sex.

“Yours is nothing like mine,” she said.

Zula reached down and opened up her pussy. “It’s all the same inside,” she said. “I just have tiny inner lips compared with some women.”

“Do you know where my clit is?”

“Well, I know where mine is so let’s see if yours is where I think it is.”

Jane leant forward and ran her tongue between Zula’s lips. Zula’s body shivered. “That’s it,” she said as Jane started to use the tip of her tongue to tease Zula’s clit. I felt my cock hardening. It was an interesting tableau, the fully dressed married woman licking the completely naked Mongolian girl. Plus the knowledge that she’d never done it before made it even more arousing.

“You can push a finger into me if you want,” Zula said.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jane replied.

“Give me your finger.”

Jane held out an index finger, Zula grasped it and guided it between her legs. She positioned it in the entrance to her cunt and pushed it into herself. She let go and Jane pushed her finger in further until it vanished completely in the younger girl’s pussy.

“Finger me while you lick me,” Zula said.

Jane started to slide her finger in and out of Zula’s pussy as she gained more confidence that she was licking just the right spot. “That’s so good,” Zula encouraged.

I slipped out of my clothes and sat on the sofa next to Zula. She reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock. As Jane’s tongue worked its magic in her pussy she started to stroke me. I slid a hand onto one of Zula’s tiny breasts and started to stroke one of her big hard nipples. I could see that the top of her breasts were all pink, something I had learnt happened when she was close to orgasm.

“Oh yes,” said Zula. “Just keep doing that. Don’t change anything. You are going to make me cum.”

Jane continued fucking Zula with a finger while she licked her clit hard.

“Oh yes,” Zula gasped. “Pinch my nipple hard,” she said to me.

I did as I was told, taking her nipple between finger and thumb and squeezing tight. Zula screamed, perhaps in pain but mostly in ecstasy as her body twitched with her climax and she moaned, “oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.” She put her hand on Jane’s head and thrust her hips against her mouth as her orgasm unwound. “oh good girl,” she said, almost as if she were talking to a dog, “you did it.”

Zula leapt to her feet. Her fingers were on Jane’s blouse, Jane’s pants, Jane’s bra, Jane’s panties. In no time Jane was naked.

“Sit down,” Zula ordered. Jane sat on the sofa, her legs coyly together. Zula put her hands on Jane’s knees and gently moved them apart. Jane’s pink butterfly pussy came into view.

“You certainly are different from me,” Zula said as she leant forward and started to kiss Jane’s pussy, starting with the other lips and only moving to the inner when she sensed Jane could barely stand being teased any more. Zula opened Jane’s pussy up with her fingers and pushed her tongue deep into the married woman’s cunt before moving so she was nuzzling against her clit. “oh my god you do that so well,” Jane moaned.

I moved behind Zula. She sensed my presence and spread her legs for me. The deep furrow of her sex was on offer to me. I nudged my cock into her entrance. Then I took hold of her boyish hips and pushed forward, watching as my fat cock disappeared into the little Mongolian tomboy. She pushed back against me until I was completely buried, the only cock she’d ever invited inside her.

I started to fuck Zula as she started to finger Jane as well as lick her. I reached around underneath Zula’s body and one of my fingers found the little hard point of her clit. As I fucked her a bit harder I started to finger her.

“Fuck,” Jane said suddenly. “You really know what you are doing.” Zula, as both the owner of a pussy and having licked several, knew just how to drive a woman’s excitement up. Zula started to lick Jane harder and fingered her really fast.

“Oh wow I’m going to cum,” Jane squealed. I watched, moving my cock back and forth in Zula’s cunt, as she brought Jane to an intense orgasm.

I pulled out of Zula and she moved to one side. I moved between Jane’s legs and slipped my cock into her cunt. I felt one of Zula’s hands around my back between my legs, caressing my balls and stroking my asshole with a thumb. She reached around my front with her other hand and started to finger Jane’s clit again, lightly, in case it was too sensitive from her recent orgasm.

I started to fuck Jane more vigorously. My own orgasm was fast approaching. Zula sensed it and pushed her thumb into my ass. The first strong jets blasted deep into Jane’s cunt. Then I pulled out. A few spurts landed on Jane’s belly before Zula wrapped her mouth around my cock and swallowed the rest of my cum while she fucked my asshole with her thumb. Then she leant forward and licked the Jane’s stomach clean too.

The three of us lay there. It was still early, we had all night together. It was definitely turning out to be a great weekend.

Chapter 19: Maria returns the book

Maria is bringing my book back this evening. I’m not sure what she’s thinking but since she let me lick her I’ve a feeling it won’t take too much for her to let me fuck her.

She arrived and we went through into the living room. She was wearing spray-on jeans and a tight top that showed off her breasts. She gave me back the book.

“I’m sorry it is slightly damaged,” she said, looking at her feet very demurely. It seems perhaps she had had the same idea.

“Then you need to be punished.”

“I’m ready for whatever punishment you think is appropriate.”

“I think we’d better start with a spanking.”

She bent over the dining table.

“No, damaging a book like this requires a more severe punishment. You must be spanked on your bare bottom.”

“But that is too much. I’m a girl. You can’t spank my bare bottom.”

“That is your punishment.”

She slowly undid the button on her jeans and then the zip. With difficulty, because they were so tight, she worked them down and kicked them off. She bent over the dining table again, wearing just a thong.

“Your bare bottom means no panties,” I said sternly.

“But professor, these panties leave my bottom defenseless already.”

“Take them off.”

“But professor, then you’ll be able to see my…my…”

“Your what?”

“I’m too shy to say it. I’m just a demure Mexican girl.”

“Say it.”

“You’ll be able to see my…pussy.”

“Is it pretty?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen another girl’s pussy for comparison.”

“Is it shaved?”

“It is.”

“A demure Mexican girl doesn’t have a shaved pussy. I think you are no longer a virgin.”

“Oh professor, but I am. I’ve never had a…man…inside me.”

“I think perhaps you want one.”

She slipped her thong over her hips and bent over the table again, this time naked from the waist down. I could see her pussy lips squeezed together between her thighs.

“Oh no professor. I would never let a man touch me there…it is bad enough that you can see me there. I feel so humiliated.”

“Spread your legs a bit wider.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to feel vulnerable when I spank you.”

“But professor, you’ll have an even more intimate view of my…pussy.”

“Precisely.”

She spread her legs wide so that her pussy was completely exposed. I could see a glint of moisture. She was already really turned-on.

I pulled my leather belt from my pants. I raised it and brought it down across her ass. I didn’t hit her hard, just enough to sting, but it made a surprisingly loud noise. And a red stripe appeared across the paler skin of her ass.

“Oh professor, that is so painful I don’t think I can stand it. Can’t we come up with some alternative punishment?”

“Take your top off. And your bra.”

“But no man has ever seen my breasts.”

“Then I’ll be the first.”

I pulled her to her feet and roughly pulled her top off over her head. Then I spun her around and bent her back over the table. I was pressing the hard bulge in my pants against her pussy as I undid the clasp on her bra. Now she was naked.

“Now bend over the table again. If the belt is too painful you’ll have to be spanked with my hand.”

Once again she spread her legs and stuck her ass out. I brought my hand down on one cheek. A red handprint appeared a moment later. Then I spanked her other cheek. I let my hand linger on her ass, then I let my fingers slip down into the crack between her cheeks before sliding lower until my fingers were just touching her pussy lips. I could just feel her wetness.

“Professor, you can’t touch me there. It’s unprofessional. The college will surely dismiss you.”

I pushed my fingers between her lips and let one just penetrate the entrance to her vagina.

“Professor, it is most illegal to finger one of your students.”

“It is punishment for ruining one of my books.”

“But I only damaged it slightly, it is for sure not ruined.”

“You will be spanked until you have been taught a lesson.”

“But it is too painful. I’m just a young girl who has never been spanked before.”

“Then I’ll think of an alternative punishment. Kneel down in front of me.”

Marie knelt on the floor in front of me, her face inches from my crotch.

“Suck my cock.”

“But I’m just an innocent Catholic student. I could never do such a thing.”

“If you were more slutty it wouldn’t be a punishment. But because you have never done it before it will teach you to take care of other people’s property.”

She reached out and undid the button on my jeans, unzipped me and released my cock. I was already semi-hard, not surprisingly. She wrapped her hand around it.

“Please don’t tell anyone else that I endured such a degrading punishment,” she said as she moved forward and wrapped her mouth around my cockhead.

Her tongue started to move sending wonderful feelings into my cock. She started to pump my cock with her hand while she explored the knob with her mouth. I could feel myself getting harder and thicker as her tongue circled around my sensitive pink head.

She pulled back for a moment.

“Please don’t cum in my mouth. That would be a most inappropriate way for a professor to treat one of his students.”

“Very well. I promise I won’t cum in your mouth.”

“Then…where?”

“Once you have me fully hard, I’ll find another place in your body to cum.”

“But I don’t have any other places.”

“Don’t worry. I know of one.”

She started to move her head on my cock faster, sliding the most sensitive areas over her tongue. Considering I knew this was the first time she’d ever given a blowjob she was doing really well.

“OK. Bend over the table again,” I said.

“But I thought we agreed you wouldn’t spank me any more.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to spank you,” I said she got up and once again bent over the table with her legs spread wide, her pussy defenseless.

I moved behind her and positioned my cockhead so it was nestled in the entrance to her cunt.

“Oh professor, you can’t go there. I have to be a virgin on my wedding day. It is most unacceptable for a Mexican girl to have pre-marital sex.”

I pushed forward and the head of my cock vanished into her virgin entrance.

“Shit, ouch,” she cried, breaking character for a moment. “Professor, go slowly, it is very tender.”

I pulled back and then gently pushed forward again. I could tell from the tension in her body that she was a bit uncomfortable.

I pushed forward gently but firmly. Suddenly she thrust her body back and my cock slipped deep into her. She gasped, not from surprise for sure since she been the one to make the move, but perhaps from pain, perhaps just because she’d never been penetrated before. I pulled out. There was a little blood on my cock, nothing much. Then I pushed into her. In a moment I was completely inside her. I started to move inside her, nothing to vigorous or aggressive.

“I’m your lover, not your professor now,” I said.

“OK,” she said. “But that was totally fun.”

“It was very sexy. Not to mention unexpected.”

“It felt so good when you licked me the other day. I wanted…well, everything.”

I pulled out of her, took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. She lay down on her back and spread her legs without my suggesting anything. I moved onto the bed between her legs. She grasped my cock and guided it back into her body as if she’d done it many times before. As I slid back into her warm, wet cunt she wrapped her legs around my back.

I kissed her. I realized that it was the first time we’d kissed. I’d licked her to orgasm and fucked her without even the smallest peck on the cheek. She wasn’t quite sure how to move her mouth. “Just be still,” I said. And I planted little kisses all over her lips before I pressed my mouth against hers and my tongue invaded her mouth in search of still more pleasure. I found her tongue and gradually we she started to move it against me.

All the time we were kissing I was slowly fucking her, gently moving my cock back and forth inside her no-longer-virgin cunt.

“When’s your period?” I asked.

“Tomorrow. Maybe the next day.”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

“Then I’ll cum inside you.”

“Really. That sounds so hot.”

“Masturbate yourself.”

She reached down and started to stroke her clit.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of you,” she said. “It’s so private.”

“Tell me when you are getting close to cumming. I’ll try and cum at the same time.”

“OK, I’ll give you a 30-second warning.”

“You can be that precise?” I said, smiling.

“I started at 6 remember. I know my body pretty well by now.”

I stroked myself back and forth inside her welcoming velvety pussy. I could easily hold myself there, not quite cumming but not that far off, for a long time.

“I’m nearly there,” she said.

I started to fuck her, harder and faster. She’d told me she knew her body well enough to know exactly when she would cum. And she did. I felt the first spurts of my orgasm empty into her cunt just as she started to cum herself.

“Oh yes, keep going,” she whispered as I slid my cock back and forth in her quivering cunt as both our orgasms pulsated through our bodies.

We lay on my bed in each others arms, occasionally kissing.

“That was nothing like I expected my first time to be,” she said.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, first I expected it to be my wedding night until a few days ago. Then I realized I had no intention of waiting that long. Then all that ‘professor, i’m an innocent virgin’ stuff. That was fun. It was a bit painful when you entered me so I decided to try the rip-a-bandaid-off approach and take all the pain in one go. It hurt like hell for a moment and then was fine.”

“Do you want to stay the night?”

“Can I? Cool. I’ve never slept with a man before. Well, you knew that. And I don’t mean ‘slept with’ as a euphemism for sex. Of course I’ve done that too, but you knew that too.”

Chapter 20: Salima’s office hours

“come to my home tomorrow after class” I texted Salima

“i can’t do that”

“why not?”

“not allowed to go to a man’s house”

“you want my zeb in your kus and you are worried about a rule like that?”

“silly i know. can we use your office?”

So we arranged to meet in my office after class. I took a comforter to the office that day. A colleague saw me and I told him it was to wrap a fragile statue. One advantage of working in an art department is that you can justify almost anything.

Salima arrived and I locked the door. I put the comforter on the floor so we would be comfortable. I put my arms around her and kissed her.

“You don’t have to do it if you’ve changed your mind,” I reassured her.

“No way. I’ve been imagining it for days.”

“Do you want me to undress you?”

“I want to strip for you. Dance of the seven veils. Although I’m not wearing that many layers.”

I went to the computer and put some middle-eastern music on quietly. Then I sat on my desk and watch as Salima swayed with the music. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She had a saffron-yellow lacy bra underneath. She reached behind and undid the zip on her skirt and let it fall. She had a matching pair of yellow lacy panties. I knew she’d picked them for me knowing that I’d be the first person to see her in her underwear. She had a wonderful hour-glass figure.

I thought she might get very self-conscious as she got closer to being completely naked but she didn’t seem to. She reached behind and removed her bra. Her large breasts were capped with tiny pencil eraser nipples. She turned away from me. Her panties were just a thin strip of yellow material between the cheeks of her marvelous ass. She slipped them off. Then she slowly turned around, covering her pussy with one hand. She stood there for a little, once again moving with the music, teasing me by hiding what she knew I wanted to see. Finally she removed her hand. She was shaved completely, so there was no hiding the cleft of her sex, with her inner lips peeping through.

“What do you think?”

“You are hot,” I said. “Not that it is obvious under those clothes you have to wear.”

I got up off the desk and slipped out of my own clothes so I was naked too. Then the two of us lay down on the comforter.

“What happens next?” she asked.

“I’m going to lick your kus.”

“Oh wow. It looked so fun on the porn I saw.”

She was lying there with her legs tightly together. I laughed. “You’ll have to open your legs though.”

“I’m all embarrassed now. You are going to be inches away from my kus. Nobody has ever seen it. Well, except me and only because you made me.”

Slowly she spread her legs.

“Is it OK?” she asked.

“Of course it is,” I said reassuringly. “You are completely normal if that is what you are worried about.”

“I was. I think all girls wonder. I mean it’s not as if we get to see any others for comparison. And then when I saw that porn they were all different from me.”

I kissed my way up the silky skin on the inside of her thigh until I was almost kissing her outer lip. Then I switched to the other thigh and worked my way up again. I paused. I could sense her tension. Finally I kissed the soft fleshiness of her outer lip. She moaned.

“Is it OK?” I asked.

“It is incredible. I thought it would be like when I touch myself but it’s totally different.”

I kissed her inner lips, pushing my tongue between them until I found her opening, and then pushing my tongue inside her as deeply as I could. She moaned again. “That’s so unbelievably personal. I thought it might feel weird but it just feels fantastic.” I fucked her a little bit with my tongue before moving up between her lips until I reached her clit. “Oh wow,” she said as I first touched that most sensitive spot. “It’s nothing like my finger.”

“How firmly do you touch yourself in bed?”

“Very lightly, it’s too much otherwise. I think that is why I never discovered it.”

“You touched too hard?”

“Yes, so it didn’t feel good. So I didn’t do it.”

I used just the tip of my tongue to tease her clit as lightly as I could. A tongue is so much softer than a finger it isn’t that hard to do. As I started to lick her continuously she started moaning, sighing, almost purring like a cat.

I lifted my head for a moment. “Tell me when you are about to cum.”

“OK. I’m close I think. It’s still a bit of a surprise when it happens. I’m not that used to it.”

I circled a finger in the opening to her vagina, her kus as I now thought of it, while my tongue danced a gentle jig on her clit.

“I think I’m nearly…” she said. But she didn’t finish before she let out a sound as if she was in agony as her orgasm flooded her body. Her hips bucked underneath my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she squealed. I kept my tongue on her rocking hips as best I could while she rode her orgasm to completion.

I moved up between her legs. My cock was nuzzling her pussy while her body recovered from her climax.

“Ready?” I said when she opened her eyes.

“I can feel your zeb in my kus,” she said. “It feels so wrong.”

“You want to stop?”

“No. I want you to…well, do whatever you do. Push it in.”

“OK. Tell me if it is painful.”

I pressed my hips forward and my cock started to vanish into her pussy. She was very wet but also very tight. I pulled out a little and then pushed forward again, a little deeper. Gradually I worked myself into her.

“OK?” I asked.

“It’s fine. It feels different. I mean from anything I’ve felt before. But not painful.”

Gradually my cock vanished completely into her virgin pussy. I pushed her knees back towards her shoulders so I could go even deeper into her. “Oh,” she moaned, “that’s so wonderful.”

I started to fuck her. At first I was gentle, making small thrusts but gradually I extended my movement so that I was almost pulling out of her pussy before pushing back deep into her. She was moaning encouragement, transported by the novel feelings that she’d never before experienced.

I let go of her legs and she wrapped them around my back, pulling me into her.

“Your zeb feels so good,” she sighed.

“Your kus is so tight and sexy.”

“Am I meant to do anything?”

“This is your first time. Just relax and let me do everything.”

“I can’t believe how good this is. I thought it might really hurt in my kus.”

I thrust harder and faster into her. She had a broad smile on her face and her eyes were closed. Often the first time for a woman is a mixture of good and bad feelings but she was lost in ecstasy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long.

I felt my orgasm building up. I pulled out of her and stroked my cock. A thick cable of white cum shot from my cock up across her stomach between her breasts. She opened her eyes, reached down and put her hand on mine. Together we gently stroked the last drops of cum onto her belly.

“That was amazing,” she said. “Better than I imagined. You are a perfect lover.”

“Thank you.”

“Like I’d know,” she said laughing. “Can we do it again?”

“Men need a period to recover I’m afraid. It depends how late you can stay.”

“I need to get home. I’d much rather stay all night here with you.”

“There will be other times.”

“There most certainly will. You’ve certainly awakened my kus. Now I want to try everything.”

“Like what?”

“Different positions. I want to go on top. I want to give you another blowjob. I can’t wait for you to lick my kus again, that was just so special. Everything I saw in those pornos. Is it fun being tied up? Is it true you can put your zeb in my…up my ass? Is that good?”

We lay there listening to the middle eastern music that was still playing on my computer. Salima was perhaps the most remarkable girl of all, the girl in my class least likely to be lying on my office floor after a vigorous fuck. And yet here we were.