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Teaching The Teacher (Fm, teen, school)
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 
technically 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 I 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.


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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.

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 completely 
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 fascination 
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 I 
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.



The End
