Most of the classes at the school where I teach English as a Foreign Language are oriented towards conversation. Sometimes we have special classes for mixed age and ability groups, such as Movie Club (where we watch old movies in English with English sub-titles and discuss them) or Karaoke Club (where we watch YouTube music videos and sing along). One evening I was assigned to the "No Holds Barred Vocabulary Class."

"Welcome to this evening's class," I said. "Feel free to ask any and all questions you might have about vocabulary. 'No Holds Barred' means you can ask about anything at all, including those bad words you hear on movies but that they never translate correctly when they make subtitles. It also means I'm supposed to show you or graphically demonstrate the words as much as possible. Of course, and this applies particularly for those of you under twenty-one, you can never tell anyone, especially your parents, about the things we do and talk about in this class. So, what vocabulary questions do you have?"

"What's the difference between 'good' and 'well?'" asked 12-year-old Bithja Hanfmann. Bithja's father was German, so even though our school was located in Veracruz, Mexico, she had blonde hair and blue eyes - very unlike her classmates. She also had a knockout body including large (36C?) breasts, and she was only in sixth grade, a year behind most twelve-year olds, due to the fact that Spanish was not her first language.

"That's really a question for Grammar Club, but that's okay, I'll answer it," I said. "'Good' is an adjective, but 'well' is an adverb." I walked over to Bithja's chair and sniffed her all over. "Bibi, I think you took a shower right before class, because you really smell good. I know that because I smell well!"

Everyone laughed, and Bibi blushed at my explanation. "'Well' can also be an adjective meaning 'not sick,' as when you send flowers to someone in the hospital and say, 'Get well soon,'" I added.

"Okay: lie and lay?" asked a young man named Ricardo.

"Don't be so serious, folks! Okay, lie. That has two meanings: one is when you don't tell the truth, so it makes your nose grow, like when they asked, 'President Clinton, did you have sex with Monica Levinski?' and he said, 'No.'" I pointed to my nose and acted if I were pulling on it, a la Pinocchio. "Another meaning is like this," I said, lying on the table. "And we can also use 'lie' as in 'the bicycle is lying on the street. Another common use is to in the past: 'I got lucky last night and got laid.'"

I went on to define 'lay' and gave some examples, going on to the confusion related to the past and past participle forms of these two verbs.

Tomas got a bit bolder. "What exactly does 'shit' mean?" he asked.

"I'm glad you asked that," I replied. "That's what this 'No Holds Barred' class is about. Most of the time 'shit' refers to excrement; you know, when you go Number Two. There's an old joke, 'Does a bear shit in the woods?' The word can be a noun or a verb.

"'Shit' is also used in a more general sense meaning 'bad,' as in 'This soup tastes like shit.' I've never tasted actual shit, so I really don't know. There's also an adjective form, 'shitty.' And to make the term stronger, we say 'bull shit,' although in polite society people often abbreviate it as b.s.'"

"What are 'tits?'" asked Ricardo.

"I told you I would have to be as graphic as possible in my answers," I reminded him as I walked behind his girlfriend Ana Lucia. I put both arms around her and cupped her breasts and said, "Ana Lucia has very nice tits."

"You son-of-a-bitch!" he exclaimed.

"Full disclosure: my mother ran around a lot, and she was never really sure who my father was, so you're right - I'm not only a son-of-a-bitch but also a bastard!"

"What's a 'dick?'" asked Ana Lucia.

I stuck her hand down the front of my pants. "Ooh, I think it's bigger than Riccardo's!" she giggled.

"That isn't fair," declared Rosa Linda, an attractive woman of about forty. "You have to let all of us see it. Otherwise, we can only guess what Ana Lucia is talking about."

"Uh... what, do you want me to pull my pants down?" I asked. Rosa Linda and Bibi were both grinning from ear-to-ear. Rosa Linda reminded me that I had committed to explaining things the most graphically possible, so I had no choice.

"See, Ricardo, Hector really is bigger than you," exclaimed Ana Lucia, "but I still love you."

"What does 'fuck you' mean?" asked Bibi.

"I'm glad you asked that," I replied. "For me to answer that, first you have to take off your clothes. Come on, now, you wanted to see this," I shook my dick at her, "so I get to see your lovely body now."

She hesitated, and Ricardo chanted, "ˇMucha ropa!" only to be joined in by a 16 year old boy named Christian. "ˇMucha ropa!"

Rosa Linda said, "You have to say it in English. Lots of clothes!"

I laughed. "Actually, we say, 'Take it off! Take it all off!'" I stated.

"Take it all off!" cried Ricardo.

"Yeah, take it off! Take all off!" chanted Christian.

I chanted, "Take it off! Take it all off!" and the men, then the women, joined in. Bithja folded under pressure, pulling her blouse over her head. She was wearing a light blue sports bra with the word "golosinas" which is Spanish for "candy" on the front. She pulled that over her head and Christian scooped it up as if it were a gift from the gods. I heard Ricardo say to Ana Lucia, "I wish yours were still that firm."

We chanted again; down came Bithja's jeans. She was wearing beige-colored panties with a balance on the crotch; I wondered about the meaning of the drawing. Rosa Linda told Bithja she had to lie on the table, and Ana Lucia folded the girl's jeans and placed them under her head for a pillow.

It was my turn to act. I climbed on the table and lay next to Bithja. I kissed her and massaged her breasts; she seemed tense, but Ana Lucia spoke to her. That seemed to calm her, as she turned to face me and returned my kisses.

"Fuck her!" cried Riccardo.

I slid my hand down to Bithja's crotch; she flinched. "Honey, when is going to be your next periodo?" asked Rosa Linda in Spanglish.

"No sé; son irregulares," replied Bithja. "Acaba de terminar el martes."

"She don't know when is her next periodo, pero... but she just finish her last one the Tuesday, so I think she is... how you say, 'seguro?'" translated Rosa Linda. "I think Christian must pull her 'pantaletas' off."

I ceded the honor to Christian. Nothing beats the sight of a blond preteen pussy. Bithja's pussy it was very plush and puffy for an thirteen-year old - not just a thin slit, but a very meaty set of protruding lips covered by a thick bush of light blond pubic hair. The hair was so light in color that it afforded a clear view of the lips and slit of her treasure.

"Don't be scared," counseled Rosa Linda. "You will like this."

"It will hurt a little, but you will be okay," said Ana Lucia.

One would think that my mind would be on but one thing at this point, but I can never get out of the teacher mode completely. I constantly tell my pupils that they have to use contractions when speaking, but both Rosa Linda and Ana Lucia insist on saying "you will" and "it will." It drives me nuts!

I placed my hand on Bithja's twat - it was dry. I kissed her and rubbed her softly - slowly I felt moisture down there. I saw that Christian had stood up and dropped his pants, and that he was stroking himself. Both Ana Lucia and Rosa Linda were staring at Christian; the former stage whispered to her husband, "Even that boy has a bigger one than you do."

Despite his wife's protests, Ricardo started sucking on one of Bithja's tits; I licked her lovely cunt. Perhaps because of the breast play, her pussy hairs and slit were quite wet, and she emulated a sweet/pungent aroma.

I climbed up on the table and positioned myself directly above young Bithja. "Now's the time to find out the meaning of 'fuck,'" I said. "If you've changed your mind, just tell me."

"No, that's okay," she said. "I want to do fuck. Rosa... Ana... you promise it won't hurt, right?"

Rosa Linda said, "Maybe a little, but you'll be... bien."

Using my right hand, I guided my cock between Bithja's labia, into her vagina. Her velvety-smooth tunnel was tight and I did not slip in easily, but I maintained steady pressure and soon found I had buried myself completely inside her. The girl gasped lightly, but did not cry out, and her arms held me tighlty.

"Si... si, está bien," she said, which I understood as telling me that everything was all right.

Slowly but steadily I fucked the young girl, and she cried out, "ˇMás!" She was wetter than ever, and my penis slid easily, so I picked up the pace. "ˇMás duro!" she cried. I gave it my all and shot her vagina full of cum.

"I've heard the expression 'cream pie,' but I'm not sure what it means," said Rosa Linda while Bithja and I were still panting from our exertions.

I sat up. "You're going to be witness to a very special treat, as I demonstrate what it means to eat 'cherry cream pie,'" I responded. "You did a great job Bithja; I hope it isn't too painful."

"I am okay," she said in one of those infuriating contraction-less sentences.

I sat in a chair in front of Bithja and pulled her closer; then I spread her legs and buried my face in her bloody cunt that dripped of her juices and my cum. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ana Lucia on her knees in front of Ricardo, while at the same time I felt a warm mouth on my dick. Glancing down, I recognized Rosa Linda; she started bobbing up and down on my stiff member.

"I love your cock, Teacher, but let's be honest - you're not going to cum again, are you?" asked Rosa Linda. "I'm not a lesbian, but... what's the grossest word for 'vagina?'"

"Cunt," I replied without missing a lick. "And no, you've made me get hard again, but I don't think I'll actually be able to ejaculate for a while."

"Well, BiBi looks so inviting... I'd just like to see what it's like to lick her cunt," Rosa Linda declared.

I moved out of the way and pulled my pants up. At that point, Lucia stood up; her face was covered with cum. "I'm going to get some paper towels to clean this mess up," she announced.

"Wait for me," said Rosa Linda in between licks. "How do you feel, BiBi?"

"Well... I'm a little sore, I guess," she replied, "but it doesn't really hurt. Actually, it felt really good."

"Come on, Christian, you can come with us too," said Lucia.

"That's okay; I don't want to," the teenager replied.

"Someone has to clean up the mess you made," she insisted. "Or do you plan to lick up those puddles of your cum on the table?"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming," he said, adding, "I'm coming! Get it? I'm coming!"

"Oh wow, you're so... Teacher, how you say 'ocurrente'?" asked Riccardo.

"Witty," I answered.

"Yeah, that."

A few minutes later, Rosa Linda, Ana Lucia, and Christian returned with the paper towels so that we could clean up. We all agreed that Christian deserved to keep Bithja's beige-colored panties with a balance on the crotch as a souvenir.

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Coming soon... No Holds Barred English Class, Part 2