The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)
By Gato Medio


Chapter 2

[The Lesson]

"This is Professor Charles. I'm organizing a seminar for
a small group of pupils on a subject that is of interest
to you. It's tomorrow at three at my place. Please be
punctual."

I recognized Charlotte's voice. But she put the phone
down before I had a chance to ask any questions.

When I arrived at Charlotte's apartment the following
day, there were already two boys, about my age, whom I
had never met before. With their help, Charlotte had
rearranged the furniture. The back wall had been
completely cleared and the sofa and armchairs had been
arranged in one row, facing the wall. Halfway between the
wall and the row of seats was the easy chair which
Charlotte and I had used many times in our sex bouts. It
was fully reclined to leave whoever would sit in it in an
almost horizontal position.

Charlotte just said, "Ah, Laporte, I'm glad you could
make it. We're just waiting for one more student, then
we'll start."

I assumed that she used my last name to imply some
distance; she probably didn't want the others to know
about our relationship.

The two boys were quite shy and nothing out of the
ordinary. I tried to start a conversation with them and
found out that their names were Serge and Philippe. Serge
had a nice smile but said hardly a word. Philippe kept
staring at my breasts - I wasn't wearing a bra, obeying
Charlotte's rule - but as soon as he realized that I had
noticed, he blushed and looked away.

When the last student - her name was Beatrice - arrived,
Charlotte told us to sit down and went to draw the
curtains of the front window, leaving the room in semi-
darkness. Apparently she didn't want any passers-by to
see what was about to happen. I sat down on the sofa next
to Beatrice while the two boys sat in the armchairs
either side of us.

Beatrice had a very pretty face, framed by blonde, curly
hair. Her tight jeans and pullover made her figure appear
quite shapely. To my surprise none of the 'pupils' had
met any of the others before.

Charlotte went to the front and addressed her audience.
"Welcome, boys and girls, to Professor Charles's lesson
on growing up. We not only tell you everything you always
wanted to know but were afraid to ask, we demonstrate it
on a live specimen and provide the opportunity for hands-
on exercises."

She was obviously enjoying herself in her role as the one
who would tell us poor sods the facts of life. She even
had one of those pointers which teachers use to indicate
whatever they are talking about.

"Now, I'll ask our volunteer to join me. Laporte, take
off your clothes and come to the front."

I was quite taken aback by this request. I hadn't
volunteered for anything and felt quite apprehensive
about letting those boys see my naked breasts. But as I
had learned to follow her orders I took off my blouse and
skirt and joined Charlotte at the wall in front of the
others.

"All your clothes, silly! And haven't I told you before
to get rid off those woolly knickers? They're an absolute
turn-off."

The others, probably relieved that it was me and not them
who had been selected as the 'live specimen', found her
remarks hilarious and laughed out loud. I quickly took
off my panties, becoming even more apprehensive, and
rejoined her in front of the group, looking at her.

"Face the class, dummy!" she said.

As I turned towards the group, she switched on a
spotlight which shone right at me. The light in my eyes
dazzled me and I felt deeply embarrassed about being
exhibited to strangers like this. I tried to cover myself
as best I could by placing one arm and hand over my
breasts and the other between my legs to cover my sex.
Charlotte didn't seem to object to this, at least not at
the moment. She had turned towards her audience again and
continued her discourse.

"What we have here, is a female of the species
'teenager', also known as budding female. It may not look
like it, but this is an extremely complex organism which
so far nobody fully understands, least of all the budding
female herself. However, for the purpose of this class we
only need to focus on a few aspects of the species. You
are probably already familiar with most of them. So what
do we call these?"

With these words she turned towards me, impatiently
removed the hand which was covering my breasts and
circled them with her pointer.

"Breasts," came a shy reply from somewhere in the group.

"Yes, or tits," Charlotte said. "And these?" This time
she flicked her pointer over my nipples.

"Nipples," said another voice, already a little less shy.

"Knockers," said Charlotte, making me turn around and
slapping her pointer across my buttocks. "What's that?"
she asked.

"Bottom." This time, there were two, maybe three voices
pronouncing the word.

"Ass," Charlotte said, turning me to face the group again
and removing the hand with which I had been covering my
sex.

"And now for the most important one," Charlotte
announced, waving her pointer vaguely in that direction.

"Pussy," shouted the group in unison, having caught on to
the fact that Charlotte wasn't looking for scientific
names.

"Correct," said Charlotte, "but there's another name I'm
looking for. No, don't tell me, I'll ask our specimen
here."

And turning to me she said, "Well, Laporte, you haven't
said a single word. Has the pussy got your tongue?"

This remark got more laughter from the group.

"Can you tell us what this is called?" and with this she
stabbed her pointer at my pussy, briefly inserting its
tip between my pussy lips and forcing them apart.

"Cunt," I replied, almost inaudibly.

"I want a full sentence, and louder, please," she said,
stabbing again, forcing my lips to open a little wider.

"This is my cunt," came my reply, a little louder this
time.

"That's better, but you forgot to tell us something about
it."

I didn't know what she was getting at.

"Well, I'll give you a hint. It's wet, isn't it?"

Feeling more blood rush to my face, I said as loud as I
could manage, "This is my soaking wet cunt."

This declaration produced roaring laughter from the
group. I had never felt so humiliated in my whole life. I
looked down at the floor, wishing I could somehow
disappear through a gap in the floorboards. But in spite
of this feeling of embarrassment there was something
arousing in the situation. The fact that I was so
powerless, so vulnerable, made me feel excited. I felt
like I really was a sex slave, exposed to potential
customers, to be sold off to the highest bidder. And
there was no way of knowing what else my master had in
store for me.

Charlotte continued her performance. "Now let's look at a
male specimen," she said. "Philippe, would you give us
the honour of your presence - without clothes, please."

I tried to return to my place on the sofa, but Charlotte
stopped me. So I just moved to the side to let Philippe
take centre stage. I was feeling a little more at ease
now, seeing that I wasn't going to be the only one who
would be exhibited to the group. I had even stopped
covering myself with my hands

Philippe arrived with a big smile, his stiff penis
sticking out from beneath his belly, pointing upward at
an angle. He used the chance to have a good look at my
breasts and pussy, this time without blushing. It seemed
that he fancied his chances of getting into my knickers,
so to speak.

I also used the opportunity to have a closer look at his
member. After all, this was the first time I saw a 'live
specimen'. I had seen pictures of huge cocks in
Charlotte's magazines. And once, peeking through a slit
into the men's changing room at the local swimming pool,
I had caught a glimpse of some limp members of average
size. But now was the first time I got within touching
distance of the real thing. My impression was that this
one wasn't anywhere near as big and terrifying as the
ones I had seen in the porno magazines. I found it quite
thin, although it was fairly long and seemed to be very
hard.

Philippe didn't wait for Charlotte to ask anything but
proclaimed proudly, "This is my big cock."

I was sure Charlotte would soon wipe the smile off his
face. At first, she seemed to ignore his impertinence
when she resumed her discourse.

"As you can see, the male version is far more simple. All
there is to it, is the cock. Without his cock, the male
is useless."

"Tell me," she asked, using her pointer to exert downward
pressure on Philippe's erection, "is this its normal
state?"

"Only when I feel randy," Philippe replied.

"Which must be about ninety percent of the time," came
Charlotte's riposte. "Any chance of getting it into its
normal, unrandy state?"

"Only after I shoot my load," Philippe said with a smirk.

"Well, we'll see about that in a moment."

Charlotte sent me to the kitchen to fetch a jug of cold
water and a bucket. Then she told me to hold the bucket
underneath Philippe's penis to catch the water as she
poured cold water on his erection. It took a second jug,
but in the end his manhood which he had displayed so
proudly was hanging limp and dripping wet between his
legs.

Charlotte said, "Now repeat after me: 'This is my tiny
limp prick.'" Philippe had no choice but to do as he was
told. This time he was the one being laughed at, but
somehow the laughter wasn't as uproarious as before. The
two 'pupils' who were still fully dressed probably
realized that nobody would escape Charlotte's wicked
sense of humour and that soon it would be their turn.

"Let's talk about arousal," she picked up the thread.
"How do you arouse the male?"

"Show him pictures of naked females." This was Beatrice,
who had been very quiet so far.

"Very good. Or even better: show him a real naked
female."

Somehow I assumed that this was the instruction for
Beatrice to get undressed, kind of as an ironic reward
for her cooperation, but my ordeal wasn't over yet.
Charlotte turned Philippe and me around so that we were
facing each other and told him to have a good look at
this naked female, but he wasn't allowed to touch me -
yet. This hint that he might be able to get his hands on
me later must have had a very stimulating effect on him,
because it took only a few minutes and he was sporting a
full erection again. At least I didn't think that just
looking at my naked body could have had this effect on
him.

Charlotte continued her lecture while this was happening.

"It's very easy to tell when the male is aroused. All you
need to do is look at his cock. Sometimes you don't even
need to take off his clothes. You can tell from the bulge
in his trousers."

With these words she brought her pointer down on Serge's
crotch. He was completely unprepared for this sudden
attack.

"The female is very sensitive to touch," said Charlotte
now.

She had told Philippe to return to his seat and moved me
back into the spotlight, facing the group.

"There are a number of erogenous zones distributed all
over her body and stimulating these will heighten her
arousal. We're not only talking about tits and pussy
here, there are many others and they may vary from female
to female. The lips, neck, shoulders and ear lobes are
just a few of them. When a female is really hot, every
inch of her skin becomes excitable."

While she was talking, Charlotte had placed herself
behind me and had started to caress my body with her
hands. Now she started to kiss my neck and shoulders and
stimulate my earlobes with her tongue. Then she bent down
and took one of my nipples into her mouth while she
squeezed the other one between two fingers. I couldn't
help it. I reacted to her caresses and let out a deep
moan of desire.

"When the female is stimulated like this," Charlotte
continued, "a message is sent straight here," - she
placed a hand on my sex, thrusting one finger inside -
"and her pussy gets wet."

Now she removed her finger and held it up so that
everybody could see how wet it was. Once again, my
excitement was mixed with a feeling of embarrassment.

"Some males believe quite wrongly that this means the
female has reached a climax as a result of the
stimulation. That's nonsense, of course. It simply means
that she's getting ready for penetration by the male.
It's a bit like our mouth producing saliva when we are
about to eat. Pussy juices are nothing else than a
lubricant, a self-protection against pain and injury by
the male.

"That's why stimulation and arousal of the female before
you shove your prick inside her is so important. The
message to the males out there is this: Don't even think
of taking your girl's knickers off if you haven't managed
to make her wet them."

"Now we come to the practical part of this lesson. You'll
all have a chance to practice your theoretical knowledge
on our live specimen here. You've got five minutes each."

Charlotte had decided to humiliate me even more by
allowing complete strangers to touch the most intimate
parts of my body as part of a 'hands-on exercise'. She
knew that I was already so excited that I would respond
to even the most clumsy attempts at stimulation and would
appear to everybody as the bitch in heat she always told
me I was. But as it was Charlotte, my master, who gave
them permission to touch me, there was no way I could
refuse or object.

Philippe would be the first one to try out his skills on
me. He approached me, his stiff penis waving in front of
him like a flagpole without flag. He surprised me by
trying to be gentle. Of course, he was eager to give the
impression that he was an experienced lover and that all
this was nothing new to him. He embraced me, pressing his
naked body against mine. I could feel his stiff cock
pressing against my belly. He grabbed my buttocks and
pulled me even tighter to him.

When he French-kissed me I could feel that his excitement
was mounting and became worried that he might spurt his
semen against my belly. Without taking his mouth from
mine he used one hand to pinch my nipples. Then he
inserted his other hand between my legs and declared,
"Soaking wet pussy. She's salivating for my cock."

To tell the truth, his efforts, clumsy as they may have
been, were not without effect on me. After all, this was
the most intimate I had ever been with any boy - and it
happened in full view of an eager audience.

Serge was going to be next. He decided that it would be
more appropriate if he took off his clothes as well, so
he stripped quickly before he joined me in front of the
group.

His cock, was - not surprisingly - also fully erect. It
was thicker but a little shorter then Philippe's. I
noticed that he was circumcised which made the swollen
head of his member fully visible. He stepped behind me,
grabbed my breasts and squeezed my nipples between his
fingers. At the same time he kissed my neck and shoulders
and pressed his stiff cock against me. Without needing
any help, it found a comfortable place between my bottom
cheeks.

I imagined what this scene must have looked like to the
onlookers: a male taking his female prey from behind
while kissing her and fondling her breasts. Gradually,
Serge moved one hand down to my pussy, caressing my body
on the way. After stroking my pussy for a while he knelt
down in front of me and kissed my pussy, running his
tongue up and down my slit. I liked his timid kisses, but
I wanted more and pressed his head against my sex.

When his five minutes were over, he stood up and said,
"Thank you." I started to like this guy. As he returned
to his seat there were cheers from Philippe.

"Your turn, Beatrice," Charlotte shouted because the girl
had not made any move.

"But I'm a girl ... I mean ... a female."

"Females also need to learn. Come on, she won't bite
you."

Beatrice came towards me and hugged me. "You are very
beautiful - and very brave," she whispered into my ear. I
liked the touch of her soft, shapely body against mine,
but it felt a little awkward that she was fully dressed.
As she stroked and kissed me I thought of Charlotte's
theory that only a woman knows the female body well
enough to give another woman the maximum pleasure. Her
hands and mouth on my body made me swoon with delight.
And the boys seemed to enjoy the scene as well, clapping
and calling us 'horny bitches'.

At one point Beatrice inserted a finger into my pussy but
then quickly withdrew it, saying, "But you're a virgin!"
I didn't quite know how to interpret her surprise. Did
she think that someone as lewd as me couldn't possibly be
a virgin, or had she lost her own virginity quite some
time ago and assumed everybody else had as well? Anyway,
I was pretty sure that the boys were still virgins, just
like me. It seemed to me that angel-faced Beatrice had a
lot more experience than her innocent appearance would
suggest.

"In real life, stimulation doesn't stop after five
minutes. You continue stimulating your partner until he
or she comes. Of course, you don't always have a partner.
In that case you stimulate yourself until you reach your
climax - I believe you're all familiar with that bit."

Charlotte took my arm and moved me into the centre of the
room. "In spite of your joint efforts, our volunteer
hasn't had her deserved orgasm yet. So she'll do it
herself and she'll let us watch her as she does it. Then
she'll bring her fellow students to a climax, one by
one."

It seemed that there was no end in sight to my ordeal.
Now she wanted me to perform my most intimate ritual,
touching myself and making myself come, here in front of
everybody. And I had no idea what she had in mind when
she said I would bring them one by one to a climax.
Charlotte motioned me to the easy chair and made me sit,
or rather lie, on it. The spotlight was moved around to
shine on the lower part of my body.

"Before you start, I want to point out another important
detail about the female anatomy," said Charlotte and made
me spread my legs wide. Then, using two fingers, she
pushed my pussy lips apart to bring my clitoris into
view.

"This little fellow here, sitting just on top of the
front entrance, is the clitoris, or just clit. This is
the control centre of female sexuality, the turbo button
to orgasm," she declared.

"The members of the penetration conspiration want us to
believe that the female has an orgasm because the male
shoves his cock into her pussy, or because he keeps
moving it in and out. There are even many females who
have been brainwashed into believing this. The truth is
that when the male enters the female, particularly when
he's on top, he exerts pressure on the clitoris, he
pushes, squeezes and rubs against it, and it's that
stimulation that makes the female come. Therefore, when
the female pleasures herself, she has no need to stick
any penis-like objects into her pussy, she goes straight
to the love button for maximum effect."

After this explanation Charlotte told me to start
touching myself.

I felt very strange. Of course, I had done this many
times in the privacy of my room. I had also done it often
in front of Charlotte when she wanted to watch me. But
this was different. Particularly the presence of the boys
made me self-conscious. I decided to dedicate my
performance to Beatrice. I turned in her direction,
looking for eye contact. Our eyes remained locked into
each other while I played with myself. First, I wetted
one finger with a little saliva and made circular
movements around my left nipple which hardened
immediately. Then, I inserted the finger into my pussy
and made the same circular movements around my right
nipple. Soon my hands were all over my body, caressing my
breasts, sliding along my belly towards my love triangle.

I slid two fingers inside me, then pulled them out again
and put them into my mouth, enjoying a taste of my own
pussy. I looked at Beatrice to make sure she was
watching. It was meant as an invitation to come and get a
taste herself. She didn't move from her place on the sofa
- I hadn't really expected her to get up and join me -
but she kept watching me intently, as I rubbed my fingers
up and down my slit, then prised the lips apart and
played with my clitoris. The movement of my fingers
became faster and faster until I was frantically rubbing
my clitoris. When my orgasm came, it felt so good, I
continued stimulating myself until I reached a second and
a third, each one more satisfying than the one before. My
insatiable appetite had simply taken control of me and I
had lost any feeling of shame.

Charlotte used the opportunity for another lecture. "As
you can see, an excited female can have multiple orgasms,
one after the other. Her desire does not diminish after
she comes. In fact, this one here could probably go on
all afternoon without stopping. The male, as we shall see
shortly, loses his erection and with it his interest for
sex, at least for a while. He needs some time to recover
before he can perform again and this recovery time
becomes longer each time. You see, the so-called stronger
sex is really quite weak when it comes to sex."

When I got up from the chair, Beatrice blew me a gentle
kiss. This little gesture made me feel so good, I didn't
even mind when Charlotte announced that next I had to get
the two males to their climax. Charlotte made Philippe
sit down in the hot seat after she had covered it with a
towel to protect her favourite chair from any spillage.
Then she ordered me to masturbate him.

In spite of Charlotte's tirades against men and their
stupid cocks and Philippe being a prime candidate for
proving her right, I felt a certain attraction towards
these hard rods which were protruding from between the
boys' legs. I had already felt them pressed against my
naked body and started to wonder what it might feel like
to have one of them inside my pussy.

Philippe, who had probably never before felt a female
hand on his cock got so excited he could hardly contain
himself. Although this was new territory for me as well,
I knew instinctively what to do. I pulled his foreskin
back to reveal the swollen head. When I circled the head
with my finger, Philippe started to moan. There was a
danger that he would shoot his load before I had started
in earnest. So I started moving my hand up and down his
rock-hard shaft, very slowly, to make it last. But he was
just too excited to hold back and after only a few
minutes he shot a load of hot semen into the air. Some of
it fell back onto my hand, some on his legs and some on
the towel. It did not take long for his manhood to soften
and shrink in my hand. I went quickly to the bathroom to
wash my hands.

When I returned, Charlotte offered Serge, who would be
next, the choice of sitting down or remaining on his
feet. He chose to be stimulated standing up. What I
didn't know - I probably missed it when I went to the
bathroom - was that I was to stimulate him with my mouth,
not with my hands. So when I knelt down on Serge's side
and put my hand around his erection, Charlotte ordered
sharply, "No hands, just your mouth." 'She has decided to
make me look a complete slut,' I thought to myself.

My mind flashed back to the kinky magazines where I had
seen pictures and read vivid descriptions of women
sucking off men and tried to do exactly what I had read.
I positioned myself to face Serge, who probably couldn't
believe his luck, and started by licking the drop of pre-
come from his cock. This subtle touch must have excited
him very much as he let out a moan. In order to cool
things down, I ran my tongue along his shaft and sucked
his hairy balls into my mouth. Then I slipped my lips
over his cock, caressing the head with my tongue. This
made Serge even more excited. Impatiently he pressed my
head against him, pushing the whole length of his cock
into my mouth.

I moved my head back and forth, running my lips up and
down his shaft, first very slowly then getting faster and
faster. Soon he let out a scream and filled my mouth with
spurt after spurt of his hot juices. I swallowed every
salty drop of it, sucking and squeezing his cock for
more. I only released his cock from my mouth after it had
gone soft.

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At last, it was Beatrice's turn to strip. She undid her
jeans and pulled them down, not without difficulties,
because they were so tight. Then she pulled the pullover
over her head. Underneath she wore a bra and panty
combination, dark red, the colour of burgundy, which
looked very elegant on her. The bra was strapless and the
panties were of the high cut type which accentuated the
length of her legs. There was only a slim piece of
textile covering her sex. Beatrice reached behind her to
unfasten her bra when Charlotte stopped her.

"Hold it for a moment! I hate to stop a girl getting
undressed, but there's something here for everybody to
learn. What we have here is a female, who looked very
attractive with her clothes on and who looks absolutely
gorgeous in her underwear."

Beatrice blushed at the compliment.

"But the transition from one to the other was a disaster.
When you go out to have fun, you must wear clothes which
can be removed gradually and easily. A blouse, that can
be unbuttoned, a skirt that can be pulled down, a dress
that can be lifted, not a combat suit as you were
wearing."

"And," she continued, "too much underwear can also be a
hindrance. What is the reason, if I may ask, for wearing
this chest armour?"

Charlotte waved her pointer across Beatrice's bra. The
boys giggled.

"Well, you see," stammered Beatrice, having difficulties
finding the right words, "my nipples are very sensitive
and if they get in contact with rough material like that
pullover, they get very stiff. And as the pullover is
very tight, they would stick out like sore thumbs and
everybody would be able to see how aroused I am."

Charlotte wouldn't let her off that lightly. "What's the
point of having nipples if you don't want them to get
hard? And what's the point of being horny if nobody else
knows it. So, take off that bra and don't ever wear it
again."

When Beatrice removed the garment, two perfectly shaped
mounds of flesh bounced to freedom. They were bigger than
the bra had made us believe and they obviously didn't
need any support. Each breast was crowned by a completely
erect pink nipple to combine with Beatrice's fair skin.
There was a wolf whistle from Philippe, who insisted on
playing the role of the Neanderthal macho.

After putting her bra on the pile of her other clothes,
Beatrice hesitated. Looking at Charlotte, she said, "If
you don't mind, I'd rather not take off my panties. We
have already seen what a pussy looks like, so there is no
need ..."

There was no way Charlotte would let her get away with
this, or even let her finish her plea.

"What makes you think you're special? Everybody here
'would rather not' do this or that. So, don't try my
patience, young lady, and off with those kickers."

Beatrice found it necessary to give it another try.

"It's just that I feel very embarrassed about my pussy
and I wouldn't want anybody to look at it and get a bad
impression of me."

"Nonsense," Charlotte said, growing increasingly
impatient, "nobody here will get a bad impression of you
because of your pussy. Now, get on with it, or I'll do it
for you!"

Seeing that there was no way of avoiding it, Beatrice
proceeded to remove her panties. She hooked her thumbs
under the elastic band and slowly pushed down the
garment. As she moved down further and further, a gasp
went around the room. Everybody was on their feet,
watching.

The pussy which was being revealed to us was completely
and absolutely without hair. It was as smooth as a baby's
bottom. In fact, I was sure that it was treated regularly
with baby oil, so smooth did it look. It was the most
exciting thing I had ever seen in my life. This pussy was
so innocent, yet so wicked, so defenceless, yet so
powerful, so vulnerable, so open to inspection, so
accessible - so beautiful and so naked. More naked than
any other pussy.

There was no place to hide, no way of denying the fact
that Beatrice was very excited and was getting more and
more aroused from the attention she received. The
moisture which oozed from her vagina glistened in the
light. Her pussy lips were puffed up and slightly apart
and her clitoris was poking its head through the gap.
There was stunned silence in the room.

Charlotte was the first to regain her composure. After
all, she was the authority around here. She ordered
Beatrice to sit in the easy chair and spread her legs
wide. She trained the spotlight on Beatrice's pussy so
that everybody could have an even better look at it. Then
she declared, "As we can see, this female specimen has
removed all the pubic hair from the mons veneris." She
had been shaken so much that she even started to use
formal language.

"Tell me, did you shave it or did you use a commercial
product?" She tried to sound like an expert on the
matter.

"I shave regularly, two or three times a week."

"And what made you decide to do this?"

"Well, it's not that easy to explain. Roughly at the same
time hair started to appear on my pussy, I also started
to feel an itch between my legs and I was always excited.
I did not understand what was going on so I decided to
shave off the hair, hoping this would fix things. But it
didn't, on the contrary, I got more and more excited.
Then I found a way of touching myself which gave me great
pleasure and relief. But I found it was much better
without any hair getting in the way, so I continue to
shave my pussy."

"Do you shave it yourself or do you ask someone else to
do it?"

"I do it myself, in front of a big mirror, sitting in a
chair like this. I'm much too shy to let anybody else see
me like this. Well, I was, until today."

"What do you use?"

"Lots of shaving foam and an old-fashioned barber's
blade. They are the best. Those newfangled razors,
particularly those especially made for women, aren't any
good. They don't give me a smooth enough shave.
Afterwards I rub it all with baby oil. That's very, very
nice."

She closed her eyes and smiled, probably recalling the
sensation of her hands rubbing baby oil all over her
pussy. I could hardly contain my excitement.

"Aren't you afraid that you might cut yourself?"

"I was in the beginning, but I'm very, very careful. It's
the part of my body I like most."

Charlotte's attitude had changed completely from the
authoritarian know-it-all teacher to a soul sister
exchanging ideas about what to wear under your underwear.
But she soon recovered her old stance.

"Well, enough of this idle chatter about ladies' fashion.
Let's move on with the show. We'll now have a
demonstration of a female bringing another female to a
climax. Laporte, show us your skills."

My heart was pounding so hard when I heard these words
that I wondered if the others could hear it as well. I
just couldn't believe my luck. Oh, how I longed to plunge
my tongue into this fascinating pussy. I had been worried
that Charlotte might give the girl to one of the boys,
which would have been devastating for me, but now I was
eager to show myself worthy of the task.

I was going to make this girl with a woman's body and a
baby's pussy experience pleasures she had never
experienced before. I was going to show her a piece of
heaven on earth. I was going to make her squirm and moan
and beg for more. Any embarrassment about my nakedness,
any concern that others might consider me a slut for
performing such lewd acts in front of everybody, had gone
out of the window.

I made an effort to appear cool and relaxed and not to
let on how excited I was. I had decided that I wasn't
going to use my hands to stimulate her. I wanted to make
her come just using my lips, my tongue and, who knows,
maybe my teeth.

I pulled Beatrice up from the chair where she had been
reclining and embraced her tightly. "You are so sexy," I
whispered into her ear, "I'm going to make love to you
the way you deserve." I ran my fingers through her curly
blonde hair and covered her face with quick little
kisses. When I kissed her mouth, she willingly opened her
lips and allowed my tongue to explore the inside of her
mouth. She responded eagerly to my kisses, pulling my hot
body towards her.

After a while, I arched back a little, pressing my
breasts against hers, aiming for our nipples to meet. It
made a lovely picture; her fully rounded breasts against
my not yet fully developed couple. Her small pink nipples
contrasted nicely with my darker, larger nipples which
had become extremely hard, sticking out like little
fingers. Then I rubbed my sex against her shaven pussy,
wondering how it might feel when the curls of my neatly
trimmed triangle made contact with the tender flesh of
her shaved mound. Next, I pressed one leg between her
legs, forcing them slightly apart and rubbing my thigh
against her pussy. I could feel the moisture seeping from
her lips, noting to my satisfaction that she was as
excited as I was.

I motioned Beatrice back into the easy chair and made
sure that her legs were spread wide and that everybody
could have a clear view of her luscious pussy. I knew
that the sensation of being exposed to everyone's eyes
would add to her excitement. I continued to cover her
with kisses, starting with her neck and shoulders and
working my way slowly towards her breasts.

She lay back and enjoyed the treatment, emitting little
moans of pleasure. The moans grew louder when I reached
her nipples. These little morsels of flesh were extremely
sensitive. The slightest touch made her squirm in the
chair. I kissed her left breast and sucked it into my
mouth. Then I ran the tip of my tongue around the nipple
and finally gave it a few short sharp flicks. She went
absolutely crazy. Her head moved frantically from side to
side, both hands tightly gripping the armrests of the
chair as if she were afraid to fall off. She was
obviously about to reach an orgasm. I wanted to take this
a little further. I took her nipple between my teeth,
very gently, as I had no desire to hurt her.

"Oh no, no, please, please don't," she begged without
sounding very convincing. It sounded more like a plea to
continue than a request to stop. I had probably
discovered one of her secret desires. I firmed my grip of
her nipple and pulled it towards me, ever so slightly.
Her body arched, then shuddered, and with a resounding
"Aaaaahhhhhh" she came.

I allowed Beatrice a little time to recover, then I gave
her right breast the same treatment. This time she didn't
even ask me to stop when I firmed my teeth around her
nipple but came just as noisily as the first time.

When I got up from my kneeling position, Beatrice
protested loudly. "Don't stop now! Please! I need more!"

I had no intention of stopping. I just wanted to prepare
my next attack in a different position. For this, I
lifted her legs over her head and told her to hold them
in this position with her hands, spreading her legs wide
apart. Her body was now practically doubled up, her pussy
even more exposed than before, and the tiny pink rosette
of her anus also came into view. This time I started to
trail my mouth along her long shapely legs. Starting from
where her hands were holding them and moving slowly
towards her exposed pussy, I covered every inch with
little kisses. When I reached the point where the leg
joins the body, I stopped and covered the other leg with
kisses. I kissed her belly, the parts of her buttocks
that were accessible, I even flicked my tongue around the
little pink hole of her rear entry; everything within
inches of her pussy without ever touching it.

I realized how much power I had over my victim. I was in
complete control. It was my decision how long I would let
her excitement build up and it was my decision when she
would reach her next orgasm. But as I was making her
excitement grow ever so slowly, her pussy aching more and
more for attention, I was also torturing myself. I
delayed my first taste of her little honey pot until I
was no longer able to bear it.

I felt that Beatrice would be more comfortable with her
legs stretched out, so I allowed her to release her grip
and placed her legs on the floor, positioning myself
between them. The first contact of my mouth on her pussy
lips was greeted with a resounding "Yes!"

It was a wonderful sensation. Her pussy had a sweet taste
with a hint of cinnamon. What a pleasure it was to make
love to this willing female who responded so avidly to
the slightest touch, who was craving for my kisses and
caresses and who made no secret of how much she was
enjoying it all. I slid my tongue slowly all the way
along her slit and was rewarded with a long deep moan. I
kept moving back and forth, applying a little more
pressure each time, gradually forcing my tongue inside
her.

My tongue went into overdrive. It was licking and
flicking, lashing and stabbing. It explored every crevice
of the beautiful open slit below me, causing the girl to
writhe in her chair, to contort her body so that her
seething hot pussy got the maximum benefit from my
efforts.

With the help of my fingers, I opened her pussy lips
wide, so that her clitoris was completely accessible. It
reminded me of some text I had read which stated that the
clitoris was the female penis. This one certainly stuck
out like a little finger. When I put my lips around it,
Beatrice's whole body jerked and she experienced another
powerful orgasm. This was obviously hot stuff. I tried to
stimulate her as gently as possible but every contact of
my lips or tongue on her clitoris sent her closer to
screaming ecstasy.

Charlotte had told us that the clitoris was the control
centre for the female sexuality, but this sexy female was
completely out of control because of the things I was
doing to her clitoris. Her orgasms had become a
continuous flow. Her head was thrashing from left to
right, her knuckles were white, so tightly was she
holding on to the armrests. Her breathing had become
heavy, she was gasping for air like a long distance
runner approaching the home straight. Her back was arched
to bring her pussy closer to my mouth.

I realized that this, like all good things, would have to
come to an end, but I wanted to end it in style. With her
pussy lips spread wide apart I lowered my mouth onto her
pussy, grabbed her clitoris with my teeth and gave it a
short, sharp jerk. Beatrice let out an enormous shriek
and came to an earth-shattering orgasm, flooding my mouth
with her juices. Exhausted, she relaxed back onto the
chair.

There was complete silence. A series of heat waves had
passed through my body, especially my pussy. I felt so
hot and wet, it would not have surprised me to see steam
rising from between my legs. When I finally lifted my
head from Beatrice's dripping pussy, the boys and their
pricks gave me a standing ovation. Even Charlotte nodded
her approval.

The boys had recovered their erections and were obviously
very excited by what they had seen. They probably figured
that, next, they would get a chance to fuck the two horny
females. At this stage I was feeling so hot, I would not
have objected if Charlotte had allowed either of them, or
even both, to take me.

I don't know if this had been part of Charlotte's
original plan, but I could see that my bold performance
had cracked her façade of the detached teacher. She
wanted relief for her own excitement and could no longer
play the stern authority. So she decided to cut the
lesson short.

"That's all we have time for today. Maybe we'll have an
opportunity to learn some more another time. You can get
dressed now. Class dismissed."

The boys voiced their disappointment loudly. They would
have quite a job getting their stiff cocks back into
their trousers. I made a move towards my pile of clothes
but Charlotte stopped me in my tracks, shouting,
"Laporte, you stay behind. And don't bother to get
dressed." Beatrice came towards me, embraced me and
kissed my face, still wet from her juices. "Thank you
very much," she said, "you were fantastic!" She did not
put on her bra and even left her sexy panties behind.

One of the boys, probably Philippe, shouted on his way
out, "Enjoy yourself, Jacqueline."

I replied, "Thanks, you too." I was sure that the three
would continue the 'lesson' somewhere else. After the
display of wanton lust Beatrice had given, there was no
way that she could now deny the boys their requests.

As soon as the door had closed, Charlotte tore off her
clothes, flopped down on the easy chair and said,
"Christ, I'm so hot! I need your expert touch. Come
here."

My pussy, too, was begging for relief, but I had been
able to masturbate while Charlotte had had no choice but
to play her role as the teacher. She was as hot and wet
as I and it didn't take very long for her to be swooning
with delight under my skilful hands and mouth. Very soon
we were rolling on the floor in a 69 position, taking
turns in being on top. I couldn't imagine anything better
than eating a juicy pussy while having an eager mouth on
mine.

After we had calmed down, I felt it was time to voice my
complaints.

"Why do you humiliate me so much? Why did you let these
boys touch my most intimate parts? Why do you make me do
all these nasty things?"

She wasn't going to give me any comfort.

"Now listen, you ungrateful bitch. Number one: you're my
sex slave, so you do what I tell you and I don't owe you
any explanation or justification. Number two: it's all
for your own good. I want you to get lots of practice in
a safe environment so you don't make a fool of yourself
when things happen to you in real life. And finally:
don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself, especially when
you were all over that shaven pussy. I've never seen you
that voracious."

I had to admit that she was right, particularly on her
last point. Charlotte continued, now in a more
conciliatory mood.

"This girl really was a peach. It's a shame I don't know
how to get in contact with her. Otherwise I would invite
her around for some private lessons." She noticed that I
was getting apprehensive about being replaced by another
sex slave, so she added, "Or maybe we could have a
threesome."

I got curious about how she had invited Beatrice if she
didn't have her address or telephone number.

"Oh, it was all arranged in secrecy, no addresses, no
phone numbers - I don't even know if the names they gave
me are real."

After a while she said, "Oh well, tomorrow I'll buy all
the necessary stuff and then I'll shave your pussy so I
can find out what it's like to eat a shaven pussy. And
then I'll let you shave mine so I know what that feels
like, too."

On my way home that evening, while trying desperately to
find a credible excuse for having missed dinner, I cast
my mind back to the events of the afternoon. The closer I
got to my parents' house the more I was convinced that I
had committed some despicable sins and that I would roast
in hell for them. I was as confused as ever.

                    To be continued