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The Arts of Korean Nursing (MF, asian)
by Mark Stevens (IDeoLOGIC@juno.com)


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COMMENTS & SUGGESTIONS are welcome at IdeoLOGIC@juno.com The 
following stories are based upon my experiences in South Korea. 
Please enjoy them as much as I did. - Mark Stevens 

***

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

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

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

 In the classes I taught, I came to know several of the young 
women very well. While they were shy around me (since I was one of 
the few men at the college, and since their experience with men 
was limited), I came to know three women better than the others. 
During class, these three would call me "Professor" and I would 
call them "Miss Kang" or "Miss Kim". But after class, they would 
call me by my first name and I would call them by theirs. Pretty 
soon, the awkwardness of such familiarity wore off, and we became 
good friends. Sometimes the four of us would go out together; 
other times just two or three of us would eat, pack a picnic or 
see a movie together. 

 Kyong was the oldest, a very slender and tall woman 24 years old, 
with long black hair that turned a glittering blue in the sun. She 
was kind of the dorm mother for the other young women. She rarely 
wore a bra, I came to discover through repeated observation. Her 
breasts were on the small side, even for Korean women. On warm 
days, when she wore the least amount of clothes, I would often 
observe her, along with the small impression her nipples made on 
the fabric of her shirt or blouse. Once she came to class after 
working out, and her tights accentuated what to me was a very 
"hot" young woman. I imagined her to be 32AAA-22-33. On more than 
one occasion in our early friendship I was able (permitted? 
encouraged?) to view down her loose clothes to sometimes bare 
breasts. Her nipples were like doorbells to me, waiting to be 
pushed to open up doors of other possibilities. 

 There was Joung, the youngest, a medium-height girl of 18 years 
old. While not as slender as Kyong, she had a very good looking 
figure with normal breasts for a Korean woman, perhaps a "B". She 
had a ready smile and a very friendly personality. One 
distinguishing feature about Joung was her birthmark on the side 
of her temple, a 1"-square patch of blue-black skin. While it made 
her unpopular with the boys (Confucian culture often demanded 
perfection in its women), the birthmark had made Joung even more 
friendly and sympathetic to those who may feel different or pain 
in their lives. Joung wore modest clothes, mostly white blouses, 
but other times breezy V- neck tops. I would come to discover that 
her birthmark had a twin! 

 Our "gang of four" was completed by Suwon, a city girl of 20. 
While Suwon was not that pretty in her face, she was still 
attractive. Her body, however, was unbelievably magnificent! She 
was as tall as Kyong, but she was blessed with "D" sized breasts 
that she found difficult to manage. The Korean-made bras were not 
made to contain such weight, and she was all the time adjusting, 
shifting and attending to her large breasts. What I thought was 
blessed real estate on her body, however, she sometimes thought as 
a curse. The rest of her body was like a gymnast's, with well- 
developed legs and torso. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Your turn," I whisper. "I can't talk very much." Kyong looked at 
me intensely for the longest time, and finally admitted that her 
most exciting sexual experience was the other night when I shared 
my erotic thoughts with her. After I left her, she said, "I became 
dizzy beyond my wildest imaginings. I imagined you came to me in 
the middle of the night, and just took me, ravished me. And we 
were both overwhelmed by what was happening that we just could not 
speak for hours to each other. We would look at each other, and 
fall on each other and ..." She was breathless. She was about to 
lose control. The intensity of her emotions was taking over. 

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

 We went out to my living room, where I turned on some romantic 
piano music, and we sat down on the couch together. I ask her: 
"Who starts your fantasy, you or me?" 

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

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

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

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

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

 The second one was of me, with my penis now fully erect. My fists 
were clenched. In the background, almost as a transparent image, 
was the face of a slightly-smiling Kyong. The third picture showed 
me from the side, penis fully erect, facing Kyong who was also 
naked. Her body was deliciously beautiful, long and lithe, with 
her hair hanging down in a pony tail like she was wearing today. 
The fourth picture was unbelievably arousing. It showed me with my 
fingers touching only her nipples, and Kyong's knees slightly 
bent, almost as if she were collapsing. The fifth picture showed 
me with my hands on her breasts, and her hands on my penis. It was 
obvious the pleasure that we were both receiving, and giving. This 
picture made my penis rock-hard. The last picture astounded me. It 
showed me on my back, with Kyong mounted on top of me, riding my 
cock. The look on her face was of total abandonment to pleasure. 

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

 "When?" 

 "Now." 

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

 I then kneeled down and started unbuttoning Kyong's shirt. Only 
after getting all the buttons undone did I then open her shirt to 
behold her small breasts. I could see the swell of her chest with 
her rapid breathing, and I could see her athletic heart pounding 
through her skin and muscle just above her left breast. I then 
touched her nipples, which left us both gasping, partly from the 
build-up to this moment, and partly from the feeling the touch 
gave her and me. She pressed her entire body into my finger tips, 
and then I massaged her breasts with my finger tips and palms. 
While her breasts were triple A size, they were extremely 
sensitive in that moment of passion. "This is a dream come true," 
I tell her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Anything else?" I ask. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 She nodded yes. 

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

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

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

 At the back of Kyong's portfolio, there was that secret envelope 
of drawings, and I asked her to show these as well. She seemed 
reluctant, but in light of all that had gone on in the past two 
weeks, she pulled out the pictures, which were now up to 10 in 
number. They each had me in them, but they also had Kyong as well. 
We were both naked. In one, I was hugging her, with my penis hard 
against her thigh. In another one, that made Joung almost lose it, 
I was standing before her, both of us naked. Her hair was long and 
straight against her back, down to her buttocks. I had both my 
hands outstretched, touching each of her nipples, my penis at full 
attention. We all looked at the pictures, and I pretended that 
they were the first time I had seen them. I was most interested in 
Suwon's and Joung's reactions to them. They were obviously greatly 
impressed with Kyong's ability to communicate her inner feelings 
on canvas. 

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

 At my apartment, I started taking off my clothes, with the other 
three watching. By now, my hard-on was gone, but in its place was 
an aching penis. That happens to me: if I don't have an orgasm 
after a strong hard-on, my entire penis aches. But I was able to 
ask Joung what she thought. She was speechless, for she had never 
seen a man naked. She came up to me very close, and asked about 
the various parts of my circumcised penis. And as she did, she 
touched those parts, part in clinical curiosity, part in wonder, 
part in sexual curiosity. And as she touched those parts, my penis 
responded. I quickly got hard. I explained to her that the most 
sensitive part was the underside of my now-fully erect penis, and 
that light touches there felt especially wonderful. Joung did 
that, and I nearly fainted from the pleasure. 

 "You know," I said, "Now that you three friends have seen me 
naked, is it fair that you three just sit there with your clothes 
on?" And so, after consulting with each other in Korean, they 
approached me and asked if I would unclothe each of them, in 
increasing order of their ages. Joung was first, and she came up 
to me and presented herself before me. "M, show me a good time," 
she said. I started taking off her socks, then her jeans, then her 
blouse. As each piece was peeled away, I would kiss the underlying 
skin lightly. Joung started to whimper. I asked her if she was OK, 
but she looked around, and said that she was among her best 
friends, and that everything was fine. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Calling Suwon and Joung over to the blanket, I lay down on my 
buns and asked them all to rub my dick until I came. I explained 
that my cock was hurting big-time now, and I physically needed an 
orgasm. Joung reached over to my penis, and started to pull 
lightly on it. I took this moment to guide her again to the 
sensitive parts, and soon I was humming again. Suwon took over 
after a few minutes. She leaned over her massive breasts and 
engulfed my cock in their cleavage, and proceeded to drive them up 
and down my penis, with her nipples raking my flesh like soft 
fingernails. Joung reached around and played with my balls. Kyong 
then leaned her wonderful face over and slid her mouth over the 
tip of my penis each time Suwon moved her breasts far enough down 
for her to get in a lick. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 I nodded OK, and slowly dipped into her vagina, and then out, in 
a bit and out, getting her used to the feeling. Every fifth 
thrust, however, I would inch in another half-centimeter of cock. 
This was most stimulating for her. Joung's breath came in ragged 
stretches. Sometimes, it seemed like she was not breathing, or 
forgot to breathe. The experience for her was certainly intense. 
In this way, she must have come 5 or more times. Soon, I came 
across her maidenhead. For about 5 minutes, I just went in and out 
of her, each time stopping at this gate. Finally I asked, "Ready?" 
She nodded yes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 She was practicing for the class tomorrow! 

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

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

 "Here? Now?" she asked. 

 "No, how about 8:00 tonight." 

 "Your place or mine?" she asked. 

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

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

 "What kind of demonstration?" she inquired. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Yes, I hope so." 

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

 Prof. Kim gulped and nodded OK. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Was it enjoyable?" I asked. 

 "Very much so." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Prof. Kim then took me around to each student in the classroom. 
She showed each one where to hold my penis, and how to rub it to 
maximum effect. Each student had more than enough to hold and 
massage my penis. Some were shy and just barely touched me; others 
tried to take longer than the allotted time. Joung and Suwon, 
sitting together, did their duty as I passed them by, as they knew 
this routine by now. Joung remembered my favorites spots and 
smiled shyly up at me as she rubbed away. One girl wanted to 
finger the slit at the top of my penis, but Prof. Kim slapped her 
hand away. Another tried to hold my balls, but Prof. Kim 
discouraged her. I told Prof. Kim that it was OK, holding my balls 
like she did felt wonderful, and might help some men come more 
easily. Finally, after all the young women had touched, rubbed and 
handled my penis, I was about ready to come. They had seemed to 
enjoy themselves too. Faces were flushed, breathing was irregular, 
and there was squirming in the seats. Suwon's nipples were 
sticking out noticeably. 

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

 Yung's technique was unique and wonderful. Her touch was light, 
but firm. Instead of lightly wringing the head of my penis like I 
had instructed Prof. Kim, she instead pulled lightly from the mid-
point of my penis to the tip with her fingers. She grasped my 
penis with the head in her palm, and the fingers splayed out 
lengthwise over my penis, drawing her fingers up toward the head. 
I was totally unprepared for the sensation, and my orgasm arrived 
sooner than I had thought. Luckily, Yung had the specimen 
collecting jar ready, and didn't miss a drop. All the while she 
stroked and collected, she held my gaze with her eyes and wouldn't 
let it go, any more than she didn't let my penis go until she had 
milked the last of the sperm from it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "So why are you here?" I asked. 

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

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

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

 "Why me?" I persisted. 

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

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

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

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

 "How does she excite the man?" 

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

 "Then what happens." 

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

 "Do you like orgasm?" she asked. 

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

 "Do I make you big?" 

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

 "What do you mean?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 She looked up at me and nodded yes. 

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

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

 "Dear God, what a body!" I whistled under my breath. Her legs 
were long and thin. Her thighs were solid. The sculpture of her 
stomach contrasted with the stunning architecture of her breasts 
rising out of the plain of her chest. Flowing over everything was 
her ample hair. Occasionally a nipple would poke through her hair, 
or a thigh, or the wafting smell from her excited vagina. Her 
breasts were size "A", I figured, but their beauty made me weak 
from pleasure. Topping these mounds were light pink nipples which 
were the first things I touched. As I did she immediately changed 
her expression and loosened her hold on my penis as I shifted the 
focus of attention from me to her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "I see," I said, noncommital. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "How so?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Would her orgasms ever stop? I asked her that question. She said 
it rarely happens that she gets all fucked out, but if we really 
try, she might last only an hour more. "An hour more?!" I thought. 
"I'll be killed by this woman before I can satisfy her." But I 
tried nevertheless. I thought about anything and everything in 
order to keep from coming. I massaged her clit with my fingertips, 
my tongue. I went after those luscious nipple candies again. 
Finally in one furious five minute burst, I attacked her vagina 
with my penis, her nipples with my mouth and fingers, and her clit 
with my free hand. After one continuous orgasm of several minutes, 
during which I blasted my load inside her, she finally settled 
back down to earth. What a woman! After we took a shower together, 
all that rubbing in the shower set her going again. It was all I 
could do to bring her to 15 orgasms, which her superior nipples 
aided, before I had to call it a night. 

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

 "Why is that?" I asked. 

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

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

 "Oral sex." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Right," I thought. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Like a boy at a candy store for the first time, I didn't know 
whether to go upstairs or downstairs. This was the kind of hard 
decision I liked! For a change, I started with her bottom. 
Stepping up to her face to face, I looked into her eyes as I 
placed my hands around her on her butt. I just rubbed her through 
the bikini's fabric for a few minutes. Eventually she responded by 
grinding her pelvis into my left leg. Of course, this friction 
made my hard as well. Lowering her bikini bottom to the floor, she 
stepped away and then resumed her original position against my 
leg. Her breathing became irregular and faster as she abandoned 
herself to the feeling, my hands massaging her buns, and her 
pelvic region stimulated by my left leg. 

 Then, I reached up and removed Hwa's bikini top. Her extended 
nipples invited my touch. We lay down on my bed, so my hands could 
get busy with these very sensitive tips to her beautiful, pear- 
shaped breasts. Laying down behind her, I reached around and took 
each breast in one hand, and did not let go for several minutes. 
The effect was as immediate upon her as it was effective. Almost 
no time elapsed before she came, with just my stimulation of these 
nipples. After a few minutes, she turned around, and said, "Let's 
not concentrate on me so much. I feel bad for doing that the last 
two times with you. I'm going to take off your clothes, and make 
you a happy man." 

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

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

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

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

 What a nice position. With her squeezing her legs together, and 
with me inserting my penis into the small area formed by her legs 
just outside her pussy area, it was almost like entering a real 
pussy. With each thrust, her juices coated my penis, making the 
experience more and more enjoyable. For her too. Each time I 
thrust forward, I tickled her clitoris with the head of my penis. 
After a few minutes of this, she was gasping again from the far 
side of her multiple orgasms. I reached around with my free hand 
and stimulated her clitoris directly. The effect upon her was 
immediate. She stiffened her entire body, grabbed her nipples and 
came for all she was worth! That was all I could take as well, and 
I withdrew my penis and came upon her back. 

 What this young girl could do! And to me! 

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

 Byong was a small, wiry, but muscular young man of 18. He was on 
the wrestling team at school. His face was very ready to smile at 
just about anything, plus he was a bit nervous, which made him 
smile even more. His girlfriend Ahn was also small, perhaps one of 
the smallest young budding women I had seen. Perhaps 4' 6" tall 
and 80 pounds, she was nevertheless a mature 18- year old package 
of womanhood. I estimated her breast size to be a 29A. Her English 
was not that great, so she and I were to converse what we could in 
Korean language. She had on a loose shirt and jeans. Her glasses 
made her look like an intellectual. Ahn's face was lovely, a 
classic- styled Korean beauty she was to become! 

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

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

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

 After we cleared away the food, Hwa instructed us to gather near 
the pool on a blanket. She had a deck of cards in her hand. "Now, 
we're going to play strip poker," she announced in a slightly 
tipsy voice. "Here are the rules. Each person takes one card. The 
ace is high, the two is low. Whoever has the low card, loses. He 
or she will have to sacrifice one piece of their clothing. Socks 
count as one piece. The person with the highest card will be the 
one who gets to remove that piece of clothing. But that's not all. 
The person who wins draws another card, and the value of the card 
is the amount of time they have to remove that piece of clothing. 
They can only touch that part of their body where the clothing 
covers. If there's a tie for winning or losing, the persons with 
the tie have to share the same fate, whether it is removing a 
piece of their clothes, or removing a piece of someone else's 
clothes. Finally, if two people of the same sex are winners and 
losers, only the loser has to remove his or her clothes, by 
themselves. That is, unless they want to remove each other's 
clothes. Everyone ready? 

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

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

 The second round I lost to Ahn. Since I had not put on my socks 
after Hwa and I had our pre- party romp, Ahn removed my shirt 
after drawing a 9. Asking me to stand up, she started to take off 
my t-shirt. But that proved difficult. She was so small, and I was 
so tall, that either she had to stand on a chair, or I had to 
kneel in front of her. For safety, I kneeled. As she peeled off my 
shirt, she came close in so that more than just her hands handled 
my body. Her breasts, hidden within their own fabric, rubbed 
intentionally, brazenly, against my stomach and chest. And this 
had an effect upon my penis. My short pants tented with my penis 
straining to get free. Ahn ended her 9 minutes with her covered 
breasts rubbing my uncovered nipples. After this demonstration, 
the party entered a new gear. We realized this was going to be 
serious fun! 

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

 In the next round, Byong and I drew 9s, and Ahn drew a three. We 
then drew a 7 for our time to remove a piece of her clothing. 
Taking a cue from the previous round, Byong and I consulted with 
each other and removed her top. She stood up and held her arms up, 
and Byong in front and I in the back lifted up the shirt of this 
lithe, tiny beauty. No bra! I quickly discovered. She hardly 
needed one, however. Her breasts were absolutely firmly anchored 
to her petite body frame, but soft to the touch. Byong took one, 
and I the other, and for the rest of our time we admired her tits 
with our hands and tongues. She shivered in delight as we all sat 
down, and sat up proudly with her breasts in full view. Byong's 
and my penises were just as obvious, though hidden. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 And what a 10 minutes they were! Ahn quickly liberated Hwa's 
pants and started to rub her southern regions, back and front, 
where they had covered her skin. Her hands even reached to her 
pussy area, and Hwa resounded with more orgasms. With that sound 
in the background, I worked on Mina's bra. Reaching around, eyes 
again locked on each other, I dropped her bra to the ground and 
then lightly touched her breasts with their puffy nipples. She 
collapsed into me, staggered by the feeling. As she collapsed, she 
ground herself into my penis. What an exquisite, wonderful 
feeling, to have this girl melt into a shape that conformed to my 
own body! By the time our ten minutes were up, she had come 
several times. Also at the end of our time, no one seemed to be 
able to stop, and Byong joined in, first removing his own 
underwear to reveal a sizeable penis, and then removing Hwa's 
underwear (leaving her naked). Mina stopped long enough to 
announce: "M here has his clothes on. He wins. What's his prize?" 

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

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

 She began with her look at me. I think she was hypnotic with the 
way she looked at me. Something pre-verbal and primal came through 
in her look. I was certainly entranced by her. After we broke our 
eye-hold on each other, I rubbed her breasts with one hand, and 
her pussy with another. Her puffy nipples quivered with each 
orgasm, as if they had tiny muscles underneath them. Tasting her 
nipples during her orgasms, they felt as if tiny popcorn kernels 
were going off under her nipples. She then changed position to 
lick my penis. All the while she licked, she locked my eyes with 
her almond-shaped eyes. I could see my reflection in them. "Come," 
her eyes urged. "Come!" And so I did. I splashed her mouth, her 
breasts, and even got one shot that landed on Ahn's foot. 

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

 After a few moments, Byong let his sperm spew on the back of Hwa, 
still on his face. Ahn reached down to assist him manually through 
his orgasmic throes. It was an amazing sight. Ahn then came over 
to Mina and to me, and asked if she could join me in some love-
making. That was cool with Mina, and so Ahn leaned over and sucked 
new life into my limp penis. Her mouth was small, so she could not 
get much in, but what she lacked in equipment, she made up for in 
technique. She knew exactly where my sensitive spots were (had she 
consulted with anyone?), and in just two minutes I was hard. 
During that time, I was mesmerized by the feel of her breasts in 
my hand. Lying down, she invited me to enter her vagina. Knowing 
that she was not a virgin, I did not hesitate. My penis was large 
for her. It took several minutes of slow in-and-out movement to 
prepare the way for my entry. During that time, she came and came 
and came, cooing like a song bird, and I was not even inside her 
yet! All that coming action must have prepared her well, for all 
at once, I glided in and bottomed out in her, just as I was fully 
inside her. The velvety tightness of Ahn was certainly 
overwhelming. Her coos of pleasure attracted everyone's attention, 
and it was not long before we were the main event. The sight of my 
large penis and body inside and next to her pint-sized body was 
arousing, and everyone had their hand on either their own sex 
organs, or were massaging someone else's. 

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

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

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

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

 I walked into the living room where Hwa and Ahn were, sporting my 
erection. "My God," said Ahn in Korean. "What shall we do with M?" 
And it wasn't long before each was handling my penis in her own 
way. Asking me to spread my legs out, Hwa started working on my 
balls with her hand, and then her mouth. Ahn got some suntan oil 
and applied it to my dick with her small hands. Using both, she 
was able to complete the circumference of my penis. Up and down 
her hands went, with her two thumbs paying special attention to my 
sensitive glans. This went on for quite awhile, for I didn't think 
I could come again. Finally, however, when I placed each of my 
hands on each girl's chest, that was enough. I erupted, and then 
collapsed. 

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

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

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

 Then I picked up this 80 pound young woman with my arms, and she 
wrapped her legs around my waist. We locked our lips and tongues 
together as she lowered her now gaping pussy onto my iron hard 
penis. It was not long before she bottomed out on me this way. 
Gasping through her mouth, and snorting through her nose, she 
started her cooing again, but quietly so as not to disturb Hwa's 
sleep. Her orgasms were intense and long, and pretty soon I had 
mine as well. Disengaging ourselves, we stepped into the shower 
and proceeded to clean each other as Mina and I had done the night 
before. We each left the shower having peaked again. I was never 
tired of this small-package woman and her charms. 

 Later in that day, Ahn and Hwa and I went out to the pool to 
enjoy the sun. Hwa had her new bikini on, Hwa had found on old one 
of Hwa's and I was in my shorts. Korean's usually don't sunbathe, 
because they think tanned skin reminds them of blue collar workers 
who have to work outside, so the sun oil was SPF 60. They would 
not cook at all if they had the sun oil on them. Naturally, we 
asked each other to do the honors. Hwa was first, and asked me to 
oil her up. First on her stomach, I rubbed the oil into her legs, 
then into her butt, taking special care to linger there (she loved 
that!), and then her back. Turning her over, I repeated the 
exercise, lingering under her bikini bottoms, but removing her top 
before dribbling the oil on her nipples and breasts. 

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

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

 My turn. My shorts were tented already, so I asked Hwa to release 
them from me. Standing, with Ahn in front, Hwa in back, they 
rubbed me down with the oil. Ahn was especially delicate with her 
small hands on my penis. She twisted her small hand back and forth 
on my penis head with one hand, and then rubbed my glans with the 
other. I had to lie down when she did that, and I took the rest of 
their application lying down. Hwa joined in the lubrication of my 
penis, one hand on the lower part and the other coating my balls 
with oil. Together they started a four-part rhythm with their four 
hands on my dick, and I responded with a massive orgasm that Ahn 
took on her face. 

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

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

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

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

 I asked, "Who will be there?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 I approached Mina on a couch and we started kissing, while her 
sister started timing. I started a very light kissing routine on 
her face and then her upper body, not spending any extra time on 
her breasts, which were still wrapped in pink. By the time I 
started to remove her top, she was starting to breathe heavily. 
Her puffy nipples seemed larger than before. I remembered the 
little sensations that her nipples had when you sucked them while 
she was having an orgasm. Using the absolute lightest of touches, 
I brushed her nipples with my finger, causing her to moan and 
squeeze her legs together in agonizing sweetness. Then I traced 
the outline of her beautiful breasts with my own palm, encasing 
each breast with my hand in ever-so-light embrace. It would not be 
long, I was sure, before her first orgasm. But I wanted to give 
each girl an equal chance, so I did not rush this most wonderful 
of assignments. 

 Meanwhile, my own penis is just screaming to be released. These 
two sisters' bodies are the hottest I have known in Korea, and the 
chance to be with just one of them alone was privilege enough. 
While I concentrated upon Mina's breasts, Yung came over and sat 
on the other side of me, and started to rub my body. She was able 
to remove my shirt, and then my short pants, and finally I lifted 
my body so that she could get to my penis unhindered. Her 
memorable hold on my penis began. Slipping her entire hand over 
the head of my penis, she brought her fingers into contact with my 
penis, drawing her hand away from me, and ending with a wonderful 
tug around the rim of my penis head. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Both girls still had on their pants, and so I removed each pair, 
starting with Yung's. After I had completely unclothed each 
sister, I began to lick each one's pussy. Their renewed groans 
were my reward. It took almost no stimulation to make each girl 
come hard. After awhile, Mina grabbed my dick and started 
massaging it until I was hard again. I wasted no time in using my 
tool on Mina as her reward. Soon we were into some serious 
fucking. She had come several times before I then turned my 
compass pointer to Yung's magnetic pussy. Like her sister, she 
heaved and howled several times in the space of a few minutes. For 
nearly an hour we went like that, first one sister, then another. 
Some breast work, then cock to pussy contact. And all over again. 

 During one of these rounds, while deep into the pussy of Yung, I 
reached the point of no return, and came and came and came. Their 
multiple orgasms must have been infectious, for I seemed to be 
having a series of my own, or else a very long orgasm. Afterwards, 
I was exhausted by these two inexhaustible sisters, and I fell 
asleep on Yung's breasts, very content. 

