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From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)

Subject: TEACHING THE TEACHER 1/2

Keywords: Pedo

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A Love Story by Day Dreamer

World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like many other
veterans, had recently returned home. Even though he was techni-
cally a veteran, he didn't really feel like one. He had joined
the Army in his senior year of high school and only spent a
little more than two years in service, none of which involved
combat. Nonetheless, there he was, with mustering-out pay in his
pocket and no goals in life. He figured the best thing to do
before deciding about the rest of his life was to finish high
school. He checked with his old high school principal and was
told that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, the
principal would see that Joey got his diploma after just one
semester. That sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled for the
upcoming spring semester of high school.

Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old maid
teachers well past retirement age, and they were dull, dull,
dull. To compound the problem, even though Joey was only about
three years older than the other seniors, he felt like an old man
among kids. He couldn't even get interested in any of the girls;
they all acted like giggling little kids. The only thing that
made school bearable for Joey was his English class and its
teacher--Birdie Harman.

Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to address her,
was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's college. Joey's class
was her first teaching assignment, and even though she seemed a
little nervous at teaching students only a little younger than
herself, she knew all the latest techniques and was able to make
English interesting. Joey, though, was more interested in Birdie
Harman than he was in English.

Birdie had a dynamite body. She was about five-foot-one and,
just like the cigarette ads of the time said: so round, so firm,
so fully packed. She couldn't have weighed over 105 pounds, and
every one of them was in the right place. Her breasts were just
right--firm little half-melon handfuls that bounced a little as
she walked about the room but didn't sag one inch. Further down,
her ass was sheer perfection. When she turned around to write on
the blackboard, the beautiful globes jiggled just a little and
made little twisting motions as she moved her hands across the
board. That ass rounded down into shapely thighs and then into
calves that had just enough muscle showing to send Joey into
daydreams of them wrapped around him tightly as they would make
love. Joey chose a seat on the first row of the classroom right
in front of her desk so that he could get as good a view as
possible.

Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked and sat that
she was in touch with her body. She always seemed to be a little
tense, to be holding herself in tight rein, and Joey sensed a
suppressed sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore.
Even though the book, "The Sensuous Woman" hadn't been written
yet, that was exactly how Joey thought of her. Often as she
stood before the class talking, one of her hands would stroke
down her side, caressing her hip. Sometimes she would even move
a hand behind her and lightly stroke her buttocks. Joey longed
for it to be his hands doing the stroking, to be lightly tracing
the contours of that magnificently sculptured ass.

Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he kept at least
a semi-erection, and sometimes a full hard-on, all the way
through class. Joey worried that she would notice since he sat
on the first row, but she never seemed to show a reaction. An
incident occured one day, though, that did produce a reaction.
That was the day Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right in
front of him and crossed her legs. Joey had a quick glimpse of
thigh all the way to her crotch, her lace-trimmed black panties
hitting him right between the eyes. They hit him right between
the legs, too. His penis grew instantly erect, running seven
inches down the inside of his leg and swelling out his tight-
fitting Chinos. Birdie saw it, too, because her face flushed a
little and she stumbled in what she was saying to the class.
Luckily, the bell rang then, and they were both spared any more
of the moment's embarrassment.

Birdie had one major problem, though--her looks ended at her
neck. Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit, her face
wasn't anywhere near a close match. She wasn't really ugly, mind
you--not that traditional clock-stopper--it was just that her
features were put together wrong. Each one would have been okay
by itself, but taken together, the result was not very
successful. Her face just wasn't in harmony with the rest of
her.

Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him. He had fallen in
love with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so enamored of it that
he was willing to take the face along with it. He often sat in
class, watching that body in motion, and daydreamed of their
being in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, body to body, merged
together in passionate sexual union. The hard-ons caused by
those daydreams sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers leg
from pre-cum oozing out. Joey sometimes worried that she would
notice, but he was often so caught up in his daydreams that he
was past caring. His English lessons may have suffered, but his
daydream love-life prospered enormously.

Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on Friday and
Saturday nights he would park down the street from her place to
see if she were having dates. Not once did he see her with a
date. She didn't even seem to have any girl friends, and the few
times she went to a movie, she went alone. Joey believed she
must be lonely and began to feel sorry for her. There she was
with that gorgeous body that needed stroking, a friendly person
with a good personality, but a face that seemed to keep boys
away.

One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he could see
the light shining out of an open window. He had never been a
window peeper before, but the open window offered an opportunity
for voyeurism that he couldn't resist. Like iron filings drawn
to a magnet, the open window drew him. He slipped out of the
car, crept into the dark space between houses, and stooped under
her window. Very carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look.
There stood Birdie, dressed in a dressing robe, apparently
getting ready for bed. Even though the beauty of her body was
evident under the robe, what really got Joey's attention was what
she had in her hand: a piece of carved wood about eight inches
long and shaped like a man's hard penis. He saw Birdie run her
hand up and down its length, caressing it. Then she put the end
of it in her mouth, the end shaped like the bulging head of a
penis, and sucked on it like a popsicle. Joey was electrified
with eroticism and his penis grew as hard as the piece of wood
Birdie held in her hand. My God, Joey thought, maybe she's going
to fuck herself with that imitation prick. He could hardly wait
to see such a vision--he could already imagine Birdie stripping
off her robe and gown and with legs spread wide apart, cramming
that wooden dick into her pussy. He was in for a disappointment,
though, because Birdie turned out the lights and came over to the
window and drew the curtains. All Joey could do was listen, as
soft moans came drifting out the window.

The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making him shake
with desire. With trembling hands he unbuttoned his trousers and
managed to work his rigid penis out of its confinement.
Squeezing and stroking it gently, he imagined that it was what
was causing Birdie to sigh and moan. As Birdie's moaning
increased in intensity, Joey's pleasure mounted. He blasted a
splotch of come over the side of Birdie's house just as she
gasped, "Ahhhh, yessss, yesssssssss!"

The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey. He sat
there in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made the night
before played over and over again in his mind. Her appearance
gave no hint of the passion that rocked her the previous night--
she was once again the proper school teacher. Joey knew, though,
that there was a smouldering fire under that facade of school
teacher propriety. He ached to merge that fire with his flaming
desires, to build such a heated conflagration of love that they
both could burn away their passions. At that point Joey had only
one goal--to find a way to replace Birdie's artificial cock with
his real live one.

Joey waiting around after class until all the other students had
left and then approached Birdie's desk. "Miss Harman," he said,
"I'm having a real problem with conjugations. I just can't seem
to get the hang of 'to be' and 'to lie.' Do you think you might
be able to help me with those?"

"Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile. "Why don't you
come by here after school and we'll spend a little time on them."

"Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to right
after school. I get off about six, though. Do you think we
might be able to do it some evening?"

"Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed after about
five o'clock."

"I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey said with
a straight face. The conversation was leading to just where he
wanted it to go, and he didn't want to jeopardize what gains he
had already made by any show of emotion.

"I'm not sure about that," Birdie said with a slight frown.
"There's pretty much of an unwritten rule that women teachers
aren't supposed to have male students alone in their homes."

"Who's to know the difference?" Joey asked. "You and I are about
the same age, and if anyone saw me they would probably think I
was just your date coming to see you. Tell you what, why don't

just be your date? That way you won't even have to worry about
that rule."

Birdie blushed just a little bit and with a soft conspiratorial
laugh said, "Okay, you can be my...my date."

"Great!" he said. "I'll come by around eight tonight if that's
okay."

"Eight for a date--that sounds like a good time," Birdie said,
with a smile that made her whole face glow.

Joey asked her for her address, not wanting her to know that he
had been spying on her. She wrote it out on a slip of paper for
him and he left the room, his heart almost skipping beats at the
thought of being able to be alone with Birdie.

Joey was at Birdie's at eight o'clock sharp and knocked on her
door. It opened immediately upon the first knock. Birdie had on
a dress Joey had not seen before. It was amber colored and shiny
like satin. Far more sexy than anything she had ever worn to
class, it clung to and revealed every inch of her body.

"Come on in, Mr. Lassiter," she said. "You're right on time."

"Please, can't you just call me 'Joey' like all my friends do?"
he asked.

"Okay, 'Joey' it is. And since we're about the same age, if you
want to call me 'Birdie' outside of class, that'll suit me too,"
she said. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable in that chair
while I go get my conjugation drill papers."

In a few minutes Birdie returned and sat on the sofa facing Joey.
She went over conjugation rules and they drilled on them for
several minutes. Joey pretended to stumble and be confused about
them in order to keep up the pretense of his visit, but soon
showed improvement. "That wasn't as hard as I imagined it to
be," he said. "You make it so simple the way you just explained
that I believe I've finally caught on to it. Thanks so much for
the special lesson. It's really going to help me."

"I'm always willing to help a student who really wants to learn,"
Birdie replied, with a little smile.

Having gotten the seeming purpose of Joey's visit accomplished,
an awkward silence fell upon them. Joey broke the silence by
saying, "You know, Birdie, I liked the idea of this being a
date," He looked Birdie directly in the eyes as he said this, a
gentle smile on his lips.

Birdie's face colored a little and she looked down, breaking
their eye contact. "Yes, me too," she said. "I've never had a
date before, and I kind of pretended to myself that this was a
real date, not just a tutoring session."

"You're serious? You really never have had a date before? What
about your senior prom?" Joey asked increduously.

"My senior prom? My father paid one of my cousins from a nearby
town to take me to the senior prom. He spent most of the night
dancing with all the pretty girls and left me sitting by a wall,"
Birdie replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice.

"But, why? I don't understand," Joey said.

Birdie stood up and walked over and faced a mirror that was
hanging on her wall. "Joey, you've got eyes. This mirror
doesn't lie. A belle of the ball I ain't."

Joey stood up just behind her, his face next to hers in the
mirror. "Okay, you're not the prettiest girl around, but you're
sure not ugly, either. Besides, you've got a great personality
and one of the most beautiful bodies I ever seen on a woman," he
said, placing his hands on her waist.

"I guess no one has noticed," Birdie replied, with a sad little
smile.

"Well, I notice," Joey said, turning her around to face him.

She stood there facing him, so vulnerable yet so needing. "If
you've never had a date, then that means you've never been
kissed, doesn't it?"

"No, I've never been kissed," she said in a little whisper.

"Then it's time you learned. For a change, the student will have
a chance to teach the teacher."

"Joey, you won't talk about this, will you?"

"I don't kiss and tell," Joey replied.

"Then, yes. Yes, Joey, teach the teacher."

Joey drew Birdie up closer to him and lowered his lips to hers.
Her eyes were open wide and she was trembling just a little. She
closed her eyes just as their lips touched, but the tremble
continued. Joey wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the
other around her waist and pulled her body against his own. The
soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his chest and he could
feel the rapid beat of her heart through the contact. Her lips
were soft and the kiss was long and tender. She drew back and
with her eyes still closed, breathed a long slow sigh.
"Ummmmmnn, yesss. I think I like kissing," she murmured.

Joey's lowered his lips to hers again and he pulled her body back
against his. This time she reciprocated, one arm going around
Joey's neck and the other across his back. Joey spread his lips
slightly and extended his tongue, using it to rub lightly across
Birdie's lips and then inbetween them. She opened her lips a
little, allowing the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth. In an
almost cautious manner, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue
against his. The effect was electrifying. Birdie took a deep
breath and tightened her arms around Joey even more. He spread
his lips even wider and ran his tongue fully into her mouth,
brushing against hers and wetly caressing it. She responded by
returning the action. Soon their bodies were tightly pressed
against each other, their mouths fully opened, tongues swirling
and making love to each other.

Joey's body had long since reacted to the sexual stimulus and his
cock was rigid and throbbing, bulging out the front of his
trousers. Joey wanted her to feel what she was doing to him and
pushed his hips against hers, his rock-hard organ pressing
against her just above the juncture of legs and torso. She
responded by pressing back, letting Joey know without words that
she knew what had happened to him and approved.

Joey ran his hand down Birdie's back and lightly stroked her
magnificent ass. Now it was his hand caressing her buttocks, not
her own. The daydreams that filled Joey's mind when he was in
her class were becoming reality. He kneaded the firm globes of
her buttocks and ran his fingers into the crease that separated
them. Only the barrier of her dress prevented his hand from
further exploration of her nether region. Birdie made soft
moaning growly sounds as Joey made love with his hand to the
quivering melons of her ass.

Joey lowered his other hand to her buttocks and holding one in
each hand, he pulled her sex hard against his bulging front.
Birdie could feel every throb of his pulsing cock as it pounded
in desire for the body pressed against it. Birdie made little
circling motions with her hips and ground herself against Joey's
outward jutting manhood. He moaned involuntarily, his pleasure
center stimulated by the motions of her sex moving against his.
She finally broke their lips apart and holding her cheek against
his, murmured, "Oh, God, Joey! All the things I've been
missing."

"You don't have to miss them anymore," he answered softly into
her ear.

"I don't know anything, Joey. I've only read about love, I've
never experienced it. You're going to have teach me. I want to
know it ALL. I want to learn EVERYTHING. Joey, will you teach
me about loving?"

Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her again. He
dropped one arm behind her knees and without breaking the kiss
lifted her up into his arms. Briefly, he broke the kiss and
whispered, "Where's your bedroom?" She pointed to an open
doorway and Joey carried her through it, their lips once again
joining. The only sound was that of Birdie's shoes falling to
the floor as she kicked them off.

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A Love Story by Day Dreamer

Joey gently lay Birdie on the bed and knelt on the floor
alongside her. Draping one arm across her waist, he lowered his
lips to hers and very tenderly kissed her, his tongue moving in
slow motion, softly and languorously probing Birdie's mouth. In
concert with the kiss, Joey stroked Birdie's waist with his hand,
trailing it with a feathery fluttering motion across the soft
little curve of the area below her waist. He crept his hand
slowly upward and gently stroked across the underside of Birdie's
upthrust breasts. Capturing one of the mounds in his hand, Joey
cupped and squeezed it with just a gentle pressure. Birdie moved
her hand up to Joey's shoulder and returned his caresses by
stroking and kneading the muscles across his back.

While caressing Birdie's fabric-clad breast, Joey moved his
other hand to the buttons on the front of Birdie's dress, and
starting at her neck, he unbuttoned each one, not stopping until
he had reached the last one at her waist. He folded back the
dress, revealing Birdie's black bra containing those marvelously
caressable breasts. Birdie's nipples were very evident, pressing
points out at the center of each cup. Using both his hands, Joey
unfastened the center clasp that held the bra together and lifted
the loosened cups, pushing them away to Birdie's sides. Standing
straight up and firm, Birdie's breasts emerged into view. They
were like creamy white little half-melons, their only motion a
slight quivering and the up-and-down movement of her now rapid
breathing.

The hard nubbins of Birdie's nipples stood erect at the center of
the heaving mounds. Each was surrounded by a light tan circle of
areola, flecked with little goose bumps so that they had the
texture of crepe paper. Joey ran his thumbs lightly across the
projections, just brushing across each of them, and almost
imperceptibly, Birdie arched her back up to the stroking hands.
Seeing her response, Joey increased the pressure, gently
squeezing each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Birdie
emitted low "uummnnn" sounds from deep within her throat and
arched her back upward even further than before.

Joey cupped Birdie's breasts in his hands and kneaded them with a
slow gentle pressure, his palm caressing the hard little points
of her nipples. He lowered his mouth back to hers and using his
lips spread their mouths to their widest. His tongue circled
around the inside of her lips and then delved into her mouth to
its full length, engaging her tongue in a passionate mock-battle.

Softly licking all around her mouth as the connection broke, Joey
separated his lips from Birdie's. He moved the kiss down to her
throat and then to the indentation between her breasts. From
there he moved outward and took one of the nipples in his mouth,
sucking gently and rubbing his tongue in a circle around the
erect hard nipple. He moved to the other breast and repeated his
ministrations. Birdie arched her back again, this time complete-
ly off the bed, thrusting her breasts toward their source of
pleasure. "Oh, good, so gooodddd...," she murmured softly.

Joey extended a hand down to Birdie's thighs and lightly traced a
trail on their inner parts from her knees all the way to their
tops. The satiny material of Birdie's dress was exotic feeling
to Joey's fingers, but he knew the soft skin of her inner thighs
would be even more satiny, more exotic. His hand found the hem
of her dress and he gently pulled it up, exposing her thighs to
the point that only their juncture was still hidden. The straps
of her garter belt were laid bare and Joey could feel where they
clasped the tops of her hose. Above the hose tops there was only
bare flesh: the soft, unblemished baby's skin of Birdie's inner
thighs. Using just the lightest of finger-tip touches, Joey
caressed that sensitive area. Birdie's thighs quivered with each
touch, and she once again sighed, "Oh, Joey, Joey."

Joey's fingers crept upwards until they met the edge of Birdie's
panties. Joey felt their lace trim and wondered if they were the
same pair he had glimpsed in English class. He moved the flat of
his palm on top of her slightly rounded belly, rubbing it lightly
in a circle. He could feel the muscles of her stomach quiver in
little tremors as she responded to Joey's loving touches. His
fingers then moved into the recess formed by the joining of
Birdie's thighs, the vee of her legs that formed the entrance to
her font of femininity. Joey knew that just under his fingers,
under the silken fabric of Birdie's panties, lay the entrance to
her secret sexual center. Her tunnel of delight, the receptacle
for the inanimate cock with which she had pleasured herself
the night before, was waiting there for him to lovingly explore.

The pressure of Joey's throbbing rigidity against the front of
his trousers was a mixture of agony and ecstasy. He could not
remember ever having been so sexually aroused as he was then, and
each throb of his cock against the bindings of his trousers
brought both pleasure and discomfort. He looked down at his
groin area and was not surprised to see the wet circle at its
center. He had felt the pre-cum flowing and soaking his shorts,
and now it had soaked all the way through and dampened his
trousers with the obvious evidence of his desire.

Joey moved his fingers down into the vee of Birdie's thighs,
probing her hidden recess. She moved her legs apart, allowing
room for Joey to explore. He cupped his hand over her whole
vulva and lovingly squeezed the area. His palm encountered
dampness, and Joey realized that the whole crotch of Birdie's
panties were soaked. There was even a little moisture seeping
out from the lace edging--slick, slippery moisture that allowed
his fingertips to glide over and around the dew-soaked edge. One
finger moved into the very center of Birdie's leg juncture and he
could feel the indentation of her hidden womanly furrow. He
traced its length, running his finger tip up and down the
dampened channel. As he neared the top, he felt a little bump,
and he moved his finger back and forward over it, stroking and
caressing. Birdie's moved her hips in little gyrations, making
miniature bump-and-grind motions. The nubbin was obviously her
swollen clitoris, and Birdie's reaction to touching it made it
evident that it was one of her prime erogenous spots.

Two of Joey's fingers insinuated themselves under the elastic
edge of Birdie's panties. They were met by soft ringlets of
soaking pubic fur. The fingers moved through the curls and down
to the area they had just explored from the other side of the
pantie fabric. They found what they were seeking--Birdie's
soaking labial lips. One finger moved into the furrow and inched
its way downward until it found the clitoral nubbin, it's surface
slickened with the flow of Birdie's sexual arousal. The finger
tip pulled back the hood that protected the clitoris and touched
the exposed flesh with just the lightest of touches. Birdie's
reaction was almost convulsive--she squeezed her thighs together,
clamping down on Joey's hand, and wailed, "Oh, God! Joey!
Joey!"

Joey withdrew his hand and moved up and kissed Birdie with just
light brush of their lips. He looked down at her and said,
"Birdie, that's a beautiful dress, but don't you think it's time
for it to come off?"

Birdie nodded her head and Joey reached down for the dress's hem,
pulling it upward. Birdie lifted her buttocks to allow the dress
to slip past. She sat up and Joey lifted it off over her head.
Her loosened bra had gotten caught up in the dress and it too was
removed. Birdie was now almost completely nude.

Birdie lay back down and looked up at Joey. "Joey, here I am
almost completely naked and you still have on all your clothes."

"A problem easily solved," Joey said, sitting down and removing
his shoes and socks. He stood again and took off his shirt and
dropped it to the floor. Then he unbuckled his belt and the top
button of his trousers. The other trouser buttons followed and
his trousers were completely loosened. He let go of them and
they fell to the floor. Stepping out of his trousers, clad only
in his white boxer shorts, Joey turned and directly faced Birdie.
An indisputable sign of Joey's arousal, the front of his shorts
bulged out, his rigid penis making a tent of the white cotton
fabric. A circle of dampness radiated outward from the high
point in the bulge, the result of Joey's abundant pre-cum flow.
"That better?" Joey asked.

Nodding her head, Birdie said, "Yes, that makes us about even."
Even though she was smiling, Joey could sense Birdie's fascina-
tion as her eyes fell to Joey's bulging shorts.

After performing his semi-strip tease, Joey returned his
attention to Birdie. Looking down at her, his breath almost
caught in his throat. There she lay, a vision of sexuality--her
breasts standing proud and firm, her waist narrow and then
widening into the spread of her hips. Birdie's hips weren't wide
by normal standards--they could almost be called boyish--but they
were smoothly curved, their flare far from boyish. Her panties
were indeed black with lace edging. They were either the same
ones she had worn before or others just like them. Birdie's
waist was encircled by a black garter belt, with straps extending
downward and locking into the tops of her hose. It was as an
erotic sight as Joey had ever seen, better even than the visions
of his teenage wet dreams.

"Birdie, I don't know why you put yourself down. You're really
beautiful," Joey said in almost a whisper.

"Well, if I could go around dressed like this all the time, I
probably could get a boy," she said with a rueful smile.

"You've got me," Joey said softly, and once again knelt down
beside her and kissed her.

Joey placed his hand on the inside of Birdie's thighs and
caressed the soft skin of that area. While doing so, he took his
mouth away from her lips and moved downward and kissed each of
her breasts, licking and gently nibbling on each of her nipples.
His mouth moved from there down to the juncture of her thighs.
As he approached Birdie's sexual center he inhaled the near-
intoxicating aroma of her femininity. It was a pleasant aroma,
with just a hint of muskiness, the fragrance of a woman in full
sexual arousal. He ran his tongue along the lace-trimmed edges
of her panties, tasting the slick vaginal secretions that had
crept out from under the silken fabric. Joey's senses were
almost overpowered, and he realized there could be no greater
aphrodisiac than the one that came from tasting and inhaling the
sexual outpouring of a woman in heat.

Joey lowered his mouth and licked the fabric stretching across
Birdie's vulva, his tongue tracing the furrow that separated her
thighs. He applied pressure, causing his tongue to force the
fabric into Birdie's sexual channel, and her hips arched upward,
seeking even greater pleasure. Joey lifted his head and placed
his hands on Birdie's feet and gently pulled her until her
buttocks reached the edge of the bed and her legs hung off its
side. He took hold of the top of Birdie's panties and slowly
pulled them downwards. Birdie's pubic fur was exposed, a mass of
dark, wet curls plastered to her skin by the hot juices of her
vaginal secretions. He tugged the backs of the panties down to
her buttocks, and Birdie lifted herself to allow their passage.
Swiftly, Joey completed their removal, and Birdie fell back on
the bed, her thighs spread wide, her sexual core fully and
completely exposed to Joey's hungry eyes.

Kneeling there between Birdie's thighs, Joey gazed at her exposed
vulva, its labial lips pouting slightly apart. There was no sign
of the recent penetration by Birdie's wooden pleasure rod, no
sign that she had experienced the moaning ecstasy he had
overheard outside her window. Joey placed his hands on the
inside of Birdie's thighs and spread the lips apart even more,
exposing the moist inner lips. At their top was a triangle of
wet pink flesh, centered by the sensitive little protrusion of
Birdie's clitoris. It appeared swollen, its thin hood of
protection slightly drawn back and exposing the very nexus of her
sexual pleasure. Joey ran a finger tip up and down between the
spread lips, tracing the line from the slit's beginning up in her
pubic hair down to the little brown rosebud of her anal opening.
Her hips squirmed in little motions in reaction to his
exploration.

Joey placed each of Birdie's legs over one of his shoulders and
moved his hands under her buttocks, lifting her wide-spread pussy
up for his inspection. With just a tentative small lick, Joey
extended his tongue and licked the insides of Birdie's thighs,
tracing the lines that creased the juncture between thigh and
vulva. At the bottom of each stroke, Joey found an abundance of
Birdie's heated sexual flow. It seemed the more he licked it
away, the more came to replace it. There seemed to be an
unending supply of the hot slick starch of Birdie's vaginal flow.
Joey loved the taste of it and its smooth slick texture as it
coated his lips and tongue.

Birdie's labial lips, swollen and gaping open from her arousal,
drew Joey's attention. He lowered his mouth and ran his tongue
up and down the inside of one lip and then the other. As he
neared their tops, he lightly brushed his lips across the swollen
clitoris. Moving downward, Joey extended his tongue to its full
length and sought out Birdie's inner depths. Using his tongue as
a probe, he found the entrance to her hot hole, the channel into
her inner sexual recesses. He drove his tongue into the hole,
plumbing its depths as far as his tongue could extend. He pushed
the tongue in and out, acting out the motion that his throbbing
penis was aching to perform.

By this time, Birdie could stay neither still nor quiet. Her
buttocks were squirming in Joey's hands and she was lifting them
even higher, pushing them to greater contact with his pleasuring
tongue. "Ooohhh, so gooooddd. I had no idea anything could feel
so good. I've read about this, but no description could match
this."

Birdie's words drove Joey to even more intense action. He pulled
her against his mouth and sucked on her cuntal lips. He then
used the flat of his tongue and ran it up and down the gaping
slash. He paid particular attention to the bottom, running his
tongue in a circle all around the sensitive area of Birdie's
rosebud. Her hips jerked upon this contact, and she murmured,
"Ummmmnnnnn, yesssss, yessssss."

Joey's mouth moved up to the top of Birdie's furrow where it
found Birdie's swollen throbbing clitoris. He took it between
his lips and sucked the whole area into his mouth, moving his
tongue in circles over and around her most sensitive part.
Birdie's thighs clamped down on Joey's ears and she wrapped her
legs around his head, pressing herself harder and harder against
his mouth. Her hips moved up and down, in rapid little
copulative movements, and her breath came in gasps. Birdie's
hips jerked from side to side and she arched herself completely
off the bed so that only her head and shoulders remained. "Oh,
God, Joey!" Birdie shouted, "Oooohhh, oooooohhhhhhhh.....yessssss
......YESSSSSSSS.....yessssss.....yess ...yes...yes...." The
sounds were similar to what Joey had heard outside Birdie's
window, but they were more prolonged, more intense. Joey knew
from that that the pleasure she had just experienced was far
better than what she had the previous night, and he was pleased
that he was the instrument of her ecstasy.

Birdie's legs gradually relaxed and she limply fell back on the
bed, her whole back once again in contact with it. She was still
breathing hard, little gasps as tremors still ran through her
pelvis. Joey kept his mouth on her pussy, but made just little
motions, allowing Birdie to come down from the sexual high of her
orgasm. Finally, he stopped his oral ministrations and took her
legs and put them back on the bed. He simply continued to kneel
at her feet, waiting for her to recover from the rapture that had
overwhelmed her.

Birdie's eyes fluttered open and she looked at Joey. She gave
him a weak little smile and said, "Are you still here, Joey? I
thought I was in heaven."

Birdie lifted herself up on her elbows and then sat up, pushing
herself against Joey. He looked up into her face, and it was
almost beatific. She took his face between her hands and
whispered, "Thank you, Joey. That was so good there's no way I
can describe it in words. I have never experienced rapture such
as that. Thank you, thank you." Birdie leaned her head over and
kissed Joey, parting her lips and probing gently with her tongue.
Her juice was still all over Joey's face and she was able to
taste its tangy favor. Birdie broke the kiss and licked her
lips. "So, that's what I taste like," she said. "That's not so
bad."

"To me, it's nectar," Joey said. "It's like honey from a hive."

Birdie gave Joey a little peck of a kiss and said, "Stand up,
Joey. You've seen all of me, now I get to see all of you. I'm
naked and I want you naked."

Joey stood up in front of Birdie and she reached out her hands
and took hold of the top of his shorts. She tugged them down
to his hips, but they refused to go any farther, caught by the
bulging obstruction of Joey's ramrod-hard penis. She saw the
damp circle on the front of the fabric and asked, "Did you have
an orgasm already?"

"No, not yet. I'm awfully close, though. That's just pre-cum
that's leaked out. When a guy gets sexually excited, pre-cum
starts to come out of his prick. I've been that way ever since
I've been here, so a lot has come out already. Seeing you like
this has gotten me so excited that I've just soaked the whole
front of my shorts."

Birdie seemed pleased that Joey had reacted in that way. No boy
had ever paid much attention to her before and having Joey
standing before her, his penis tenting out and soaking his
shorts because of his reaction to her thrilled her like she had
never been before. Even though she had just experienced the most
profound orgasm of her life, her desire was rekindled and began
to build once again.

With hands that trembled slightly, Birdie reached out and undid
the gripper that held the top of Joey's shorts. She spread the
short's waist and once again tugged them down. With more room
now, the shorts slipped past Joey's pulsating penis and exposed
all of his groin area to Birdie's view. She breathed in deeply
and held her breath upon sight of Joey's turgid cock standing
straight out from his body, its head swollen and shining from the
pre-seminal flow that coated it. "Oh, God!" Birdie whispered,
exhaling and speaking almost under her breath. "I've never seen
a real penis before. All I've ever seen is pictures, and none of
them looked like this." She reached out a hand and almost
fearfully touched a finger to the throbbing shaft. "It's so big
and hard," she murmured.

Her passion growing, Birdie stood up and kissed Joey. He wrapped
his arms around her and held her tight, his cock pressed between
their bodies. She broke the kiss and said, "Stretch out on the
bed. You gave me pleasure, now I get to return it."

Joey lay down on his back and stretched out full length on the
bed. Birdie sat on the edge of the bed beside him. She put her
hand on his stomach and stroked it lightly. Joey's muscles
quivered and tremors ran through his torso in reaction. Her hand
moved down into his pubic hair, and she combed it with her
fingers. As she touched the base of Joey's rigid cock, it jerked
and a drop of clear fluid dribbled from its slit. Birdie put her
finger in the little puddle and spread the fluid all around the
head, soaking it even more than it was. Just as Birdie did when
Joey was touching her, he raised his hips up to Birdie's hand.
He gasped at the touch and an almost guttural "Oooohhh!" escaped
his mouth. Her finger moved down to the underside of Joey's
shaft and he jerked his hips upward, muttering, "Oh, God, Birdie,
I'm so close, so close."

Moving on her hands and knees, Birdie crawled down to the foot of
the bed at Joey's feet. Taking a leg in each hand, she spread
them apart, and then scooted up into the vee. Kneeling before
Joey, she wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked him very
gently up and down. She seemed almost mesmerized by Joey's
rampant rigidity, unable to take her eyes off the throbbing organ
of his masculinity. Birdie moved her other hand under Joey's
hanging scrotum and lifted it, weighing and measuring it, almost
as if she was trying to determine how much of his sperm it
contained. She moved her finger tips over the wrinkled scrotum
skin, caressing it with light loving touches. Joey's buttocks
clenched in response, and he gasped at each little movement.

Birdie's face moved closer and closer to Joey's sex, her eyes
glittering. She licked her lips and breathed deeply. Suddenly,
she lowered her mouth down to Joey's cock and with tongue
extended, brushed its tip across the dripping wet head. Joey
could see her evaluating the taste, trying to determine whether
she like it or not. It must have passed the test, because Birdie
lowered her mouth and engulfed the whole head, licking all over
it, lapping up Joey's male lubrication. Joey gasped and arched
his back upwards. Two more inches of cock disappeared in
Birdie's mouth, and she laved all of it with a tongue bath.
Birdie pulled her head up and looked at Joey, saying, "I've read
about this, and I've always wondered what it would be like. Now
I've found out. Does it feel good? Am I doing it right?"

Joey remembered the time outside Birdie's window when she had
sucked on the head of her wooden cock and how he had longed for
it to be his cock in her mouth. Now it was his, and she was
sucking on it like a popsicle, just as she had done then. Joey
answered and said, "Oooh, yes. You're doing it just right. But
I told you I'm awful close to coming. If you keep that up,
you're going to end up with a mouthful of come."

Birdie grinned a little crooked grin and whispered, "I told you

wanted to learn EVERYTHING, didn't I?" Without waiting for an
answer, she moved her mouth back down and filled it with cock.

Birdie was a natural-born fellatrix, and she was giving Joey the
best blow job he had ever had. It was hard for him to believe
she had never even seen a real cock before. He decided that she
must have practiced a lot on that wooden cock of hers to be able
to give him the kind of pleasure he was experiencing.

Birdie bobbed her head up and down on Joey's shaft, sucking hard
and lapping her tongue over and around the head. Joey groaned in
pleasure, moving his hips up and down, perfectly matching
Birdie's head movement. Her mouth was a hot, wet suction pump,
drawing on Joey's organ. Birdie moved her hands between Joey's
thighs and stroked his smooth skin and caressed his scrotum,
gently cupping and massaging the treasures it contained. She
moved one hand up to Joey's belly and rubbed it, each of her
hands now working in unison with the motions of her mouth and
tongue.

Joey's stomach muscles tightened and his balls drew up into a
tight knot. He raised his hips up off the bed, driving more of
his cock into Birdie's suctioning mouth. Driven my Joey's
nearing orgasm, Birdie gulped down even more of his cock, taking
it almost to its base. He pushed his hips and back high in the
air and held them there. "Oh, God, Birdie! Her it comes! Don't
stop! Don't stop!"

Birdie increased her mouth action on Joey's throbbing shaft and
took a hand and stroked it up and down. That was the final straw
for Joey, and he exploded into Birdie's mouth. The shaft jerked
and lunged as Joey's semen jetted out in hot spurts. Birdie took
them fully into her mouth, swallowing and gulping. Having been
pent up for so long, though, the flow was too copious for her,
and come flowed over her lips and covered her hand and Joey's
shaft.

Joey felt he had never come so much before in his life. It just
kept spurting and spurting. Birdie continued to swallow, trying
to take as much of the flow as possible. Gradually, the spurts
grew weaker. Then they stopped completely. Joey slowly lowered
himself back down to the bed, spent, completely satiated. Birdie
followed him downward, holding his cock in her mouth, gently
sucking on it. It grew less rigid, subsiding to only a half-
erection. Birdie slowly released Joey's cock from her mouth, and
then licked along the length of it, licking up the semen that
flowed over it. Her tongue delved down into the pubic hair and
sought out the come that soaked that area. Birdie took her hand
from Joey's shaft and like a cat licking its fur, she licked off
the come that flowed over its surface. Finally, with a finger
she took a little rivulet of come that had dribbled down her chin
and pushed it into her mouth.

Joey lay there, completely relaxed, and watched Birdie in awe.
He could hardly believe her sensuality, her capacity for sexual
pleasure. With feelings mixed of both lust and tenderness, Joey
held out his arms to Birdie. She lay down beside him and
snuggled up close to him. They lay nestled in each others arms,
pleased and satisfied, each knowing they had given of self for
the other's pleasure. Totally relaxed, they drifted off to
sleep.

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