Remarkable Girls: a New Semester
written by:
mcerotic

This is a sequel to Remarkable Girls although it stands on its own and it's not a big deal if you haven't read the previous story. But if you are going to read both it's best to read the other one first.

Chapter 1: A new semester

As you know, I'm a teacher at a community college teaching art. The big upside to teaching art is that lots of girls like to study art, and most of the guys that do are gay. I like to pick some of those girls each semester and try and get into their pants. But I don't pick the obvious ones, the most attractive ones. Oh they are fun enough to fuck, of course, but seducing them isn't enough of a challenge any more. They have already have extensive sexual experience so they know what they are doing. So instead I select the misfits, the shy ones, the ones who haven't been hit on since puberty. I call them remarkable girls.

Often they are virgins and it means it usually an adventure to try and get them to submit, to get them to trust enough to let you be the first. It's a special moment when any girl shows you her pussy for the first time, spreads her legs in submission. But when it is a girl who has never spread her legs before, it is even more special. When your cock is the first to be in a girl's mouth, their innocence is more than enough compensation for their lack of technique. And being the first cock to push into a girl's vagina is a unique thrill for me and something she'll remember for the rest of her life.

It's a new semester. New courses. New girls. Some of them remarkable. Some of them ready for me to try and seduce.

Of course some of the girls from last semester are still around. Remember Zula, the little tattooed Mongolian bisexual tomboy. Jaycee, the cute Filipina who is totally infatuated with me. And Jane, the voluptuous married woman who likes to flirt dangerously and occasionally slips... slips out of her wedding ring.

Chapter 2: Maria

The first new remarkable girl is Maria. She was brought up in Mexico and only came to the US to go to college. Her English isn't perfect but I don't speak any Spanish. I expect she's a traditional Catholic and I'm pretty sure she's a virgin. It's my challenge to change that.

She's quite tall, with long wavy black hair that cascades down her back. She tends to dress in one of two styles, either a Mexican dress or else jeans and top. She has nice curvy figure with medium sized breasts, large enough to be impressive but small enough to be firm. In my mind I know what she looks like naked since I've mentally undressed her several times. A black bush, I doubt she's picked up the habit of American girls to be shaved.

She is shy in class, although I've seen her talking away with other people in Spanish so it may just be lack of confidence in her English.

I was talking to her about the textbooks we use. Art books are often expensive since the printing has to be in color and high quality. And textbooks are always expensive since the students don't really decide to buy them, the professors select them and then the students pretty much are forced to buy them.

"You know the impressionist textbook you were talking about?" Maria said to me.

"Yes."

"Well, it's hard to complete my coursework. All the copies in the library are out. And I can't afford to buy a copy myself, it's too expensive. I still need to find a job to make a bit of money."

"Well I suppose I could lend you my copy if you promise to take good care of it."

"Shall I come to your office after class then?"

I thought for a moment and realized the book was at home. Perfect. I didn't really have a plan but getting her into my house sounded like a good start.

"No, it's at home. You can come and pick it up this evening."

I told her my address and we arranged a time for her to come by.

"Would you like a beer?" I asked her when she arrived.

"I'm not 21 yet."

"That's fine. I don't care. What's the drinking age in Mexico?"

"Officially it's 18. I'm old enough there." She laughed. "But to tell the truth, once you have breasts they don't seem to ask for ID." A perfect conversational entrée.

"Well, you certainly have breasts," I said, not hiding that I was looking at them. She blushed a little. "Very nice ones, it would seem."

I got two beers out of the fridge and opened them.

"How are you finding the US? You've not been here long right?"

"No, I just came at the start of the school year. The coursework is fine but socially it is a bit of a culture shock."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, in Mexico if you are a girl you are expected to look for a husband. But here...well, I'm not quite sure how it works."

"You mean in Mexico you are expected to be a virgin until you are married?"

She blushed again. "I suppose. Or at least engaged."

"Whereas here very few people expect to marry someone they haven't already had sex with. Test-drive the car before buying it."

"Not just that. Test-drive several." She laughed again. "Boys keep trying to take me for a test-drive, I think."

"How do you mean?"

"If I go for something innocent like a coffee they try and touch me, and kiss me and fondle my breasts."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "And you don't like it?"

"It's not even that. In some ways it's very flattering. And it's kind of fun since that sort of thing has been so taboo all my life. Not just taboo for me but taboo for the boys so they don't even try anything. But I'm tempted not to stop them."

"So what are you going to do?"

"How do you mean?"

"Are you going to stay a virgin? Or are you going to have fun? Go on some test-drives?"

"I haven't decided. What do you think I should do?"

"I can't make that decision for you. Only you can do that. It's your body. But I guess I'd say go for it, you can always pretend you are still a virgin whenever you are back in Mexico."

"I suppose. But I'm not sure I could do it. The idea of being naked in front of someone is terrifying."

"Why?"

"Well, nobody has ever seen me naked. I'm just not used to the idea."

I suddenly had an idea.

"Do you want a way to get over that hangup?"

She thought for a moment. "Take my clothes off in front of you?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to complain if you do, you are very attractive," I said laughing. "But I actually had something else in mind. Modeling."

"What sort of modeling?"

"I know a couple of groups of amateur photographers. They are always looking for models. They pay too, I know you are short of cash. They are mostly older guys, mostly married. They are not going to hit on you."

"What would I have to do?"

"Usually they do it at someone's house. These are semi-serious photographers so many of them have a bedroom or a garage converted to a studio. You pose for them. They take pictures. If you have any traditional Mexican clothes take them along, photographers love different looks. If and when you are comfortable then you can undress and pose naked. It would be good practice for you."

"Is it porn?"

"No, not at all. It's all arty. You won't have to show anyone your...whatever you call it."

"You mean...down there?" She pointed to her crotch.

"Exactly. Your pussy." She blushed again at my explicitness.

"Are you going to be there?"

"No. Not unless you want me to be there as a sort of chaperone. Of course I'd then see you naked too, you'd have to live with that."

"I think I'd prefer that. The first time at least. I'm not sure I could just take my clothes off in front of a bunch of strangers."

"It would be odder still in front of a bunch of people you knew. That's why I didn't suggest modeling for the life drawing classes. You know too many students. Plus they pay a lot less than rich old guys with three thousand dollar cameras."

"Let me think about it."

"No. Just do it. If you think about it you will find a hundred reasons not to. And there is really only one. You think it will be embarrassing. And when you discover it isn't, it is quite self-empowering."

"Really?" She said nothing for a few seconds and then she looked up. "OK. I'll do it. But you have to take me there and stay and bring me back."

"I'll organize it and let you know. Write down your cell-phone number on that note-pad."

I couldn't believe how well the evening had gone. I started with no plan and now I already had a date to see her naked. I felt my cock stirring at the thought.

She drained the last of her beer. I picked up the impressionist art textbook and handed it to her.

"Take care of it," I said.

"I will."

"You'll get punished if you damage it."

"Really? I'd better be careful then," she said with a smile.

She put the book into her backpack and I let her out the front door.

Chapter 3: Salima

Salima is Muslim. Her family is from Morocco originally although she was born here. She always comes to class in a long skirt and a long-sleeved top and a hijab, that Muslim headscarf. Her clothing is always fairly loose, she's not allowed to reveal the shape of her body, but even so I can make out that she has a nice figure.

The attraction of Salima is the impossibility of the challenge. I know that under Muslim rules she is not allowed to be touched by a man, even to shake hands. She is meant to avoid being alone with a man. She seems very innocent.

She lives at home so I don't know to what extent she complies with all the rules just to be a dutiful daughter or whether she actually wants to break free. Hopefully the latter. If she wants to be good then I won't be able to seduce her. If she wants to be bad then I'm just the person to help, to corrupt her little by little.

For the first part of term I was friendly with her but there never seemed to be an opening to get more personal. Even I wasn't reckless enough to flirt shamelessly with a possibly-devout Muslim in class. Then one day I was telling her about a book but somehow I'd forgotten the name of the author.

"Give me your email and I'll send you the author's name when I get home."

"I don't really have email. We don't have Internet at home. My parents won't allow it. But you can text me."

Perfect. I'd wondered how I was going to get started with Salima if I couldn't be alone with her, and in class was too dangerous. But texting might be a way to explore her a bit. Short and unthreatening.

I texted her the author's name that night .

"thank you," she texted back. "sorry for being a pain not having email"

"why don't you?"

"parents think internet is indecent"

"what's it like being muslim, all those rules?"

"there are far too many"

"rules are made to be broken lol"

"for sure" she texted back. That was encouraging, she wanted to break out at least a little.

"do you know any non-muslims"

"none that are close"

"i'll be your escape valve from the muslim world lol"

"that would be great"

"what do you want to know?"

"i'm curious"

"what about?"

"guess"

"sex"

"yes lol"

"what do you know about it?"

"nothing really"

"where do you want to start?"

"where should I start?"

"how about with your own body"

"ok"

"have you looked between your legs?"

"i'm blushing. i can't believe you asked me that"

"if we are going to talk about sex you have to overcome your embarrassment"

"i know. just i've never talked about this stuff before"

"what word do you like to use for it?"

"for what?"

"between your legs"

"my kus. it's arabic, although it is a rude word"

"have you looked at it?"

"no"

"then tonight i want you get a mirror and look"

"ok"

"do you touch it?"

"how do you mean?"

"in bed. do you like to touch your kus with your fingers?"

"blushing again. sometimes."

"does it feel good?"

"wonderful. but i don't think it's allowed"

"nobody will know. i want you to touch it every night"

"ok"

"do you know what your clitoris is?"

"no"

"when you look in the mirror here's what you'll see. you have outer lips that are fleshy. they probably have hair on them unless you shave. between them are your inner lips. given your skin color they are probably light or dark brown. they may stick out between your outer lips or be hidden completely by them. do you know where the entrance to your vagina is?"

"yes. where my period is"

"yes. do you use tampons?"

"yes"

"i want you to push a finger in your vagina, where your tampon goes, while you look in the mirror to see where everything is"

"ok"

"so next I want you to open up your kus while you are looking in the mirror"

"how do you mean?"

"spread your lips apart. like you probably do when you put a tampon in. where your inner lips come back together is your clit. of course i don't know precisely how you look, all girls are different. but you should see a little fleshy hood and underneath the little hood is a tiny little pink lump like a small pink pearl. maybe a tenth of an inch, not very large"

"that's my clit?"

"yes. it's the most sensitive part of your body. when you touch yourself in bed, see if you can feel it. it gets hard when you are excited so becomes easier to find"

"ok. i guess i have lots of homework from my art professor lol"

"you don't have class with me tomorrow. so text me when you are alone tomorrow night"

"ok. i can't believe this just happened"

"what?"

"i've never talked about anything intimate like this with anyone. and i barely know you. yet here we are"

"it must be allah's will"

"haha yes. or maybe it was a temptation i was meant to resist"

"goodnight"

I couldn't believe how well things had gone. I'd really only aimed to keep the conversation going a little, hopefully enough that it wouldn't be creepy if I ever texted her again. But she has a thirst for knowledge about sex and no access to the internet. Texting me really is a lifeline out of her Muslim world.

The following night I was sitting in my living room watching TV when my phone beeped with an incoming text.

"i'm alone now"

"so did you look in a mirror?"

"yes"

"what did you see?"

"my kus. it was more complicated than i expected"

"how do you mean?"

"all those folds of flesh"

"did you find the entrance to your vagina"

"yes. i could see it when i opened up my kus. i stuck my finger inside. it was tight"

"and did you find your clit?"

"i'm not sure. i think i could see it when i looked in the mirror but i couldn't find it just by feel later"

"are your nipples sensitive?"

"blushing. very"

"are you alone?"

"of course. i'm not insane lol"

"are you naked?"

"no. but i could be."

"take all your clothes off"

"ok"

There was a pause for a minute before she replied again.

"ok, i'm naked now"

"stroke your nipples"

"what?"

"stroke your nipples. get yourself aroused."

"ok. i can't text at the same time obviously."

While she was presumably stroking her nipples and getting excited, I typed a long text message.

"reach down with one hand and open up your kus. then push a fingertip into your vagina. you should be wet. then slide your finger back up between your inner lips towards your stomach. do it slowly. your finger will run over your clit. it should be more obvious. it may be very sensitive, perhaps even too sensitive to touch like an eyeball"

There was another delay.

"wow. i had no idea"

"you found it"

"i think so. it was the most unbelievable feeling. it felt like a tiny seed. a sesame seed or something, hidden somewhere in those folds. but when i touched it...wow"

"tonight when you go to bed i want you to focus on touching yourself there. experiment. see what feels best. hard, fast, slow, soft, off to one side. make sure your finger is wet so either lick it or push it into your vagina from time to time"

"ok. that sounds like it is going to be fun"

"it is. and if you keep going for long enough you can have an orgasm"

"what's that?"

"it's when your body sort of explodes in pleasure"

"wow. how will i know?"

"you'll know for sure. but before you get there you may feel weird. like you have never felt before. you may think you are going to pee or throw up or something. but don't stop. keep going"

"how come you know so much more about my kus than i do? you don't even have one"

"i've played with more kus's than you. you've barely played with your own"

"true. although i've played with it a lot more the last couple of days lol"

"text me if you have an orgasm"

"i'm blushing again. you'd think i'd be getting used to this"

"you are doing fine"

"what's next?"

"what do you want it to be?"

"i don't know. i suppose kissing. i mean boys and girls always seem to start with kissing at least on TV"

"you want to be kissed?"

"it is so naughty. men and women are not allowed to even shake hands. it seems far naughtier than touching my own kus"

"by the way, that is called masturbation"

"touching my kus?"

"yes"

"do you know what boys look like naked?"

"i've seen statues and paintings and stuff. i study art you might recall lol"

"have you ever seen an erect penis"

"i have no idea what that even means. it sounds intimidating"

"we'd better find you some pictures then"

"where?"

"on the internet"

"i don't have internet remember. and i can't exactly use the computers at the college for that"

"i'll think of something. good luck having an orgasm. which is also called cumming"

"cumming sounds like coming?"

"yes. sometimes it is written that way too"

It was after midnight when my phone beeped: "i came"

Chapter 4: Jane comes to stay

"Black," Jane said to me quietly during class in one of the studios. I used to flirt with her by asking what color her panties were, but now she flirts with me by telling me without my asking. So long as she is telling me the color of her panties I figure I have a reasonable chance of getting into them again. Since she's married I have to be discreet. So whereas Jaycee looks at me with puppy-dog eyes and pretty much everyone knows I must be fucking her, with Jane nobody has noticed anything. But since nobody else was within earshot, I could talk to her briefly.

"So what color will they be next time you take them off for me."

"You wish."

"I do. But I think you do too. If the right opportunity arises. When there's no risk of being found out."

"There's always risk."

"We should have our own color."

"How do you mean?"

"When you tell me your panties are our special color, it means you want me."

"I often want you. Wanting you and allowing myself to have you are two different things. I'm happily married, remember." She lifted her left hand showing me her rings.

"OK. A special color means you will allow yourself to have me."

"Leopard-skin."

"Do you have any leopard-skin panties?"

She laughed. "I do. But I never wear them. That's why I picked that color. I admit I want to wear them. But I'm not going to. I mustn't."

"You will."

"It's like walking a tightrope flirting with you."

"My bed is underneath the rope. Just waiting for you to fall off."

I went off to help some of the other students.

It was Friday a couple of weeks later. I wandered over to talk to Jane.

"Are you busy this evening?" she asked. I had expected her to tell me the color of her panties, which were usually her first words to me.

"Not really," I said. I had some plans for maybe having Zula over but hadn't got as far as doing anything about it.

"Leopard-skin today." Our codeword color.

"Really. Then come and visit this evening." I presumed her husband must be away for the weekend fishing or something.

"I'm leaving one thing behind at home though," she said conspiratorially.

"Your leopard-skin panties?"

She laughed. "No. I'll leave those for you to take off. I'll take off my wedding ring."

"7ish," I said as I walked off.

She arrived on the dot of 7. I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. There was already a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses there. We lay down on the bed. She seemed tense.

"OK?" I asked.

"Yes. It's just the bed. Somehow bent over your dining table was...just fucking...but your bed. It's intimate."

"Too much like being in bed at home?"

"I suppose."

"How's your marriage?"

"Everything is fine. Even sex. But sex with you is so naughty it is so much more wildly exciting. I suppose because we are not meant to be doing it, me being a married woman. A happily married woman even. This is the sort of thing I'd never do."

"So are you really wearing leopard-skin panties?"

She undid her pants and pushed them down and kicked them off. She pulled her shirt up to give him a better view. She was wearing leopard-skin boy-shorts. My eyes were immediately drawn to the spot where her fleshy mound pushed out the patterned material. I tried to remember just what her pussy had looked like the last time I saw it, big puffy inner labia spread like pink butterfly wings.

"Pretty panties," I said.

I was slightly surprised when she sat up, unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. Then she reached behind and undid her bra, releasing her wonderful breasts. She lay back on the bed now wearing just the leopard-skin panties. Despite her breasts being large they were also firm. I bent forward and kissed one. I circled around her breast, planting a trail of kisses, gradually getting closer to her nipple. When I started to kiss her large areola she sighed with pleasure. I could see her nipple harden even before my lips reached it. I knew from our first time together that she had highly sensitive nipples. Finally my tongue reached her nipple and she groaned as I started to tease it, running my tongue in circles around the hard point, the size and color of a raspberry.

I moved to her other breast and started to give it the same treatment. At the same time I let my hand slip down across her stomach. I slipped onto the outside of her panties. I could feel the smoothness of her mound through the thin cotton of her panties. She used to have pubic hair, although not a lot, but I felt my cock twitch at the thought that she had shaved for me, probably that afternoon. I slipped my hand lower. I could feel the cleft of her sex through her panties, and then as my fingers curved out of sight around her body I could feel her inner labia against my fingertips. She was holding her breath as my fingers slowly slipped along the line of her labia, still over the top of her panties. I barely touched her, just skimming along the line of her slit, teasing her by the way my fingers didn't give her the full stimulation she craved.

I closed my teeth gently on one of her big nipples as my fingers slid to one side, off the fabric of her panties. As bit her a little harder I slipped my fingers under the hem of her panties and onto her pussy. She was soaking wet. She let out a long groan as I pushed a finger between the pink butterfly wings and inside her. I started to stroke her, probing her as deep as the position we were lying in allowed, and then slipping back up to tantalize her clit with a feather-light touch. I felt her hands on my jeans, feeling for my cock, hard of course.

I felt a bit over-dressed since I was still fully-clothed and she was naked. But she moved from feeling my cock to undoing my belt and a moment later I was kicking my jeans and underwear off the bed, naked from the waist down. Her hand closed around my cock.

"I'd forgotten how big you are," she said, as she slipped off her own leopard-skin panties. "Bigger than my husband."

"You shaved," I said as I inspected her mound where previously she had had a patch of blonde curls. Now the deep cleft of her sex was clearly visible with the pink tongue of her inner lips peeking through between her legs.

"I did. I knew you'd like it."

"What will you tell your husband?"

She laughed. "He likes the idea too. I'll tell him I did it for him."

"Do you want me to lick you?"

"Not now. I don't want to wait. I want you inside me."

She rolled over on top of my body so she was straddling me. She reached underneath herself and guided me so that my cock was just pressed into the entrance to her body. Then she sat back and took me into her in a single long movement.

"That feels so good," she said, sitting on me not moving, my cock hidden inside her. "So not allowed but so thrilling." I reached up and caressed her large breasts, flicking my thumbs over her nipples. She started to rock her hips, moving me inside her and generating wonderful feelings as my cock moved inside the silky wet sheath of her cunt.

Fucking Jane is a different experience from what I've had recently. Most of the girls I've been fucking were virgins when I first fucked them and so they fuck the way I taught them. Which, of course, is just what I like. But Jane fucks the way she wants to so it makes a very nice change. Like having really good fried chicken after a diet of excellent steak. Plus, of course, she is married and that means that her vagina is a no-go area, which makes it even more exciting to go there.

She leant forward and offered one of her breasts to her mouth. My tongue circled her big raspberry nipple. I felt it harden as I heard her sigh with pleasure. Her nipples were always very sensitive. As she continued to fuck me with her hips and I licked her nipple, she reached down and started to masturbate her own clit. I watched as her finger played among the thick pink petals of her pussy while my cock slid back and forth inside it.

Jane pulled off me and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pink butterfly-like pussy was all swollen with excitement. I moved between her legs and positioned my cock between the butterfly-wings and slipped back into the warm welcome of her body.

"Are you staying the whole weekend?" I asked as I started to move myself inside her, slowly, leisurely.

"If it is allowed. Until Sunday afternoon anyway." She pushed her hips up against me, keeping with my rhythm.

"Better not get caught here."

"I can assure you that if I'm not at home when my husband returns, his first thought is not going to be that I'm fucking someone."

"Even though you are."

"Indeed. Right now. And it is wonderfully naughty and exciting. Is it different?" She reached down and once again started to masturbate her clit.

"What?"

"Sex with a married woman."

"A bit. It is such a surrender. It's a bit like being a teenager again back when sex felt dirty and naughty and borderline illegal."

"It certainly different...oh, I'm going to cum. Keep moving slowly like that."

I continued to fuck her slowly while she stroked her clit with one finger. "Oh god yes," she moaned, "that's so good. Keep moving. Oh you fuck so well." Suddenly her body went stiff for a moment and then she let out a long groan. Her whole body started to shake as if she was being electrocuted. I continued to move my cock inside her cunt as her climax ran its course. Finally she lay there with her eyes closed, limp, drained.

"Fuck that was amazing," she said opening her eyes. "I can't believe I came so hard. I mean, gosh, you were barely moving inside me."

"I still am."

"Mmm. It's nice. Very friendly."

"I'm going to cum too," I said. I could feel my own orgasm building up inside, slowly since I was barely moving inside her, but inexorable. I felt her squeeze her cunt muscles onto my cock. "Oh yes," I said as I felt her tighten. It was just enough. The first spurt of cum shot from my cock deep inside her body. "Wow, I can feel it," she sighed. I kept moving slowly as my body drained into her cunt.

It was going to be a fun weekend.

Chapter 5: Jaycee rolls over

Jaycee is totally smitten with me so I always try and give her the full boyfriend experience. She's never had a previous boyfriend but she likes to pretend I'm faithful and in love with her, even though in her heart she knows neither is true. I go along with it and don't break the illusion. She rarely comes over just for an evening of sex like some of the other remarkable girls, she likes to come and stay for the whole weekend. She always says brunch is the most erotic meal since it almost always means that you fucked—although she always says ‘made love'—earlier that morning. Like Pavlov's dogs I think poached eggs make her wet.

She likes to learn. When I met her she had never been naked, never masturbated, never even inspected herself between her legs with a mirror. She was a blank canvas for me to paint on. Anything I tell her to do she thinks is completely normal and she doesn't question anything. So she's got really good in bed: active, enthusiastic, sometimes submissive, sometimes liking to take control. She knows how to suck a cock. She knows how to lick a pussy. She has a repertoire of sexual positions that would make a porn-star proud. But there's one thing she's never done.

So I had a new lesson for her. When I'm licking her, I usually end up with my tongue on her clit and a finger inside her, working her body up to an explosive climax. Sometimes I also let another finger slip lower, gently finger her asshole. She's still not completely used to it and sometimes squirms around a bit but if anything that just encourages me. Occasionally even my tongue slips down there, the tip of my tongue softly circling, probing on the rougher skin. Like her pussy lips, her asshole is darker than the rest of her body, a tight milk-chocolate colored asterisk. Tiny and delicate. Tight and delicious. That night I decided my cock was going to enter her there.

I didn't know if she'd even heard of anal sex, if she even knew it is possible. I'd certainly never mentioned it. I was keeping it as a special treat that I thought about every time I touched her there and made her squirm. I decided I wouldn't tell her anything in advance. It would be a surprise when I pulled out of her pussy and re-entered her there. She'd cry out at the intensity of it as my pink knob distended her little brown hole and I pushed into her last virgin entrance. I got a bottle of lube and put it under the pillow for later.

When she came over, we got some sushi delivered and sat cuddling, and occasionally kissing, on the sofa watching a DVD. Of course I'd have loved to strip her naked and fuck her but I knew how much she adored just being cuddled, being appreciated, feeling she was being loved. It wasn't completely selfless either. I'd discovered that a few hours of behaving like a perfect boyfriend made her incredibly horny. When eventually we went upstairs I knew her pussy would be quivering in anticipation, her panties damp from the several hours of kissing and cuddling. I knew that she'd be energetic and enthusiastic in bed.

The DVD ended, I turned out the lights and we went upstairs. Besides cuddling on the sofa, two more things that she loved were showering together and waking up alongside me. So we undressed and took a shower together before we both rolled naked onto my bed. She does have a fabulous body. Pretty face, nice sized breasts with cute little brown nipples, a beautiful bush, a nice figure, shapely legs. And a perfect ass, at the base of which was my treat for the evening.

She spread her legs. I could tell from a glance at her pussy lips that she was aroused. Her pussy would swell and open up when she was excited, it looked completely different when she was reading or something similar. I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs even wider as I lowered my mouth. I kissed her outer lips with their sparse covering of downy Asian hair. She sighed with pleasure. I moved my tongue to her inner lips, gently probing between them. Her lips were latte colored but inside she was pink. I pushed my tongue into her as deeply as I could. I felt her hips push forward greedily. I slid my tongue up between her lips until I was just nuzzling against her clit. She sighed again.

I pushed her thighs back more, up towards her shoulders, exposing her even more. But in particular making her asshole accessible. I moved back down and probed into her pussy once again, tasting the nectar of her excitement. Then I slipped down lower so the tip of my tongue was on her asshole. Her body jerked a little but I had a good grip on her thighs. I started to circle my tongue around her asshole, gradually increasing the pressure and moving to the center as her body relaxed and just the tip of my tongue could penetrate the tight ring of muscle. She started to sigh again, a reluctant betrayal by her body that something so taboo to her actually felt good.

I rolled her onto her front. She pulled her legs up underneath her so her ass was in the air, her head pressed onto the bed. She moved her legs apart. Her thighs framed her pussy, excited and spread out like a small fall leaf, glistening with the dewdrops of her juice. I positioned my cock in her opening. As I pushed forward slowly, she pushed back and I watched my cockhead vanish into her, her lips distending into a ring as the thickest part slipped inside her. I started to move my cock back and forth, working myself into her tightness as her body gradually yielded until I was completely inside her. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast. She squealed with pleasure as my thick cock pistoned back and forth like a steam train in her vagina.

I pushed her so she was lying flat on her front on the bed. My legs were outside hers, my cock still buried in her. In this position she could barely move, my weight almost crushing her. She loved the feeling of being completely helpless, unable to do anything more than lie there and be fucked. I licked my thumb and reached down. I could see the brown pucker of her asshole between her cheeks, just above where my cock disappeared into her body. I pressed my thumb hard against it. She yelped in surprise as the tip of my thumb slipped inside her tight rear hole.

I pulled my thumb out, reached underneath the pillow and grabbed the lube. Then I dribbled a little onto my fingers and gently rubbed it around her asshole.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to turn her head to see.

"Playing with every bit of your lovely body."

I pushed a lubed finger into her.

"Oh my god," she said, "that feels so odd."

I continued to fuck her with my cock while I started to fuck her asshole with a finger. As she opened up I worked a second finger into her, distending her wider. Gradually her body relented and my fingers moved easily. She grunted as I worked a third finger into her, distending her almost to the girth of my cock. I pulled my fingers out and dribbled a little more lube onto her asshole.

I pulled out of her pussy, spread her cheeks, quickly positioned the point of my cockhead on her asshole and pushed forward, just a short distance but firmly. She cried out in surprise as my cockhead slipped into her ass. I'm not sure if she even knew it was my cock or if she thought it was my fingers again. She was very tight, like an elastic band around my cock.

"Your ass is so fuckable tonight," I said, making sure she realized. I pushed down a bit more and a little more of my cock slipped into the lubricated hole. I started to fuck her with small movements in and out, still just a little bit of my cock inside her yet. But each time I thrust down I'd push a little more of myself into her. Eventually I was completely embedded in her no-longer-virgin asshole, my balls pushed against her body. She was groaning, a noise I'd never heard her make before. Intense feelings that she'd never experienced were flooding her body from a most unlikely source.

I lay there for a moment, not moving, letting her experience the novel feeling of a thick cock impaled deep in her ass. I pulled out a little bit and then thrust forward again. Each time I entered her she grunted. Her asshole started to adapt to its unanticipated invasion and it became easier to move inside her. I started to fuck her with longer strokes, pulling several inches out of her before pushing back into her and eliciting another grunt.

"Oh my god I'm going to cum," she suddenly squealed. I continued to fuck her hard as her body trembled underneath me, her asshole convulsing around my cock. "Oh gosh that's powerful," she moaned as her orgasm peaked and then gradually subsided.

I thrust into her hard a few more times and then I pulled out. I rolled onto my back.

"Squat over me," I told her. As she lowered her body I guided my cock back between her cheeks. She sank down and my cock slipped back into her, her unoccupied pussy on display between her thighs. She started to fuck me. I reached forward and pushed two fingers into her cunt, and let my thumb graze her clit. With my other hand I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, gently at first and then harder.

"That's intense," she moaned, her body sexual feelings, a cock in her ass, fingers in her cunt and her nipple under attack.

"I'm close to cumming," I told her.

"Where do you want to cum?"

"In your ass, of course. Your little virgin Filipina asshole."

She made a few more thrusts. She reached down and stroked my nipples hard, which she knew always took me over the top. I felt my orgasm burst and the first powerful gush of cum spurt deep into her body.

"Don't stop," I said as she continued to slide her ass up and down my cock, pumping me empty into her rectum. Finally she pulled off me and we cuddled on the bed.

"How was it?" I asked.

"I had no idea you could even do that. It's pretty intense. Especially at first."

"It's fun to do occasionally."

"I can't get over the fact that it feels so dirty to even be touched there. To...have you, your penis...in there. That's super dirty. But it did feel good though. I was pretty surprised when I came."

"You are no longer an anal virgin. You've had anal sex."

"Is that what it's called? I suppose it would be." She kissed me. "You are such a good teacher. And not bad at the art thing either."

Chapter 6: Maria models

The following weekend, Maria came to my house and I drove her to the house of one of the photographers. He lived out in the suburbs in a large house with what must be a lot of bedrooms. One of the largest had been converted to a photographic studio with lights and backdrops and tripods everywhere. She had a bag containing various clothes she'd brought with her from Mexico. Initially she'd model in those and then, if she didn't feel too uneasy she could do some nude modeling. Of course I was hoping she didn't feel uneasy. I wanted to see her body and, once I'd seen it, she would be less reluctant to let me see it the next time.

The photographers did a good job of making her at ease. For the first couple of hours she posed in a couple of traditional Mexican fiesta dresses that she had. Lots of bright reds and yellows and oranges and was photographed from all angles. Or twirling around so that her skirts spun out.

"Let's do some sexier shots now," one of the photographers said. I guess he was used to first time models being a little reluctant and so he didn't ask her to strip.

"Like what?" Maria said. I could tell she was a bit nervous.

"Let's do some shots where you pull your skirts up so we can see your legs. You are wearing panties aren't you?"

"Yes."

They took some shots like that as Maria gradually had the courage to pull her skirts higher and higher. Eventually they coaxed her to lift them high enough that her panties were visible. She was wearing a pair of plain white panties, nothing special. I could see wisps of her black pubic hair where they escaped around the hems. Then she did some from the back, bending over and flipping up her skirt. I have no idea if the photographers were really interested in these poses or if they were just a way to let her confidence build up.

"Let's do some topless shots now."

The top of Maria's dress was elasticated and shoulderless. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She took a deep breath and then pulled the top down releasing her breasts. Oddly they looked bigger out of the dress than they had within. She had surprisingly large nipples. Lots of shots were taken like that. I had to admit she looked really sexy in her Mexican skirt but topless. Finally she was persuaded to lose the dress and pose in just her panties.

"Are you brave enough to do it?" the lead photographer asked. He didn't need to specify what he was talking about.

Maria looked over at me. I just gave a slight nod. I don't think she really needed any more reassurance. She pulled a face at me pretending she was terrified, and then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them off. She had a great figure, curvy with a small waist. And when she turned around a beautifully proportioned ass. She had a thick triangle of wiry black pubes.

The photographers spent another half and hour photographing her nude in various poses. As I promised she wasn't expected to do anything pornographic although some of the shots would have been pretty revealing except that her thick pubic hair pretty much hid her pussy completely.

"Was that OK?" the photographer asked as she pulled her street clothes, jeans and a top, back on again.

"It wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. Considering it was my first time."

"Your first time modeling?"

"My first time being naked. Or nude as you photographers like to say, to make it seem classier."

"Do you want to come back tomorrow? I have a different set of friends coming over. Of course we'll pay you a second time."

"OK," she said.

"But I've got a request. You need to lose your hair."

In the car on the way back Maria asked me, "What did he mean saying I have to lose my hair?"

"He means you need to shave your pubic hair off."

"How do I do that? Half of it is out of sight around my body."

"Just with a regular razor. Like how you shave your legs."

"But I can see what I'm doing then. That's different."

"I'll do it for you if you like." To be honest, I wasn't really expecting her to agree, I said it as much as a joke.

"Really?"

"If you trust me in such an intimate place with a razor."

"Now you put it like that...hmm. But at least you can see what you are doing. I'm worried I might cut myself somewhere...well...delicate."

Back at my place we went upstairs. I laid a couple of towels on my bed. While Maria slipped off her jeans and panties I got a beard trimmer, some hot water, shaving foam and several new disposable razors.

She was lying on the bed with her legs clamped together.

"Pull your shirt up to just below your breasts so it doesn't get wet," I suggested. She did that. "Now spread your legs."

"This is worse than going to the gynecologist," she said laughing as she parted her legs wide for me.

With the beard trimmer I quickly removed most of her hair so that she was left with just short stubble everywhere. I squirted some shaving foam onto my fingers and rubbed it into the stubble.

She wriggled a bit. "That really tickles."

After waiting a moment for her hair to be softened by the foam I started to shave her. I started at the base of her belly and cleared her mound all the way down and around the top of her slit. Then I carefully pulled one of her lips out to the side so I could shave it safely. The other lip was soon equally smooth. There was just a little hair in the top of her slit where her outer lips came together. With one hand I spread her lips as wide as I could and with the razor removed the final few hairs.

I took a face-cloth and wiped her clean of any remaining foam, stood back and looked at my handiwork. She looked totally different. Before, her hair was so thick that even with her legs spread it was almost impossible to make out her pussy lips. Especially since with her dark skin they were dark too. Now her pussy was revealed in all its glory, the bulge of her now-smooth outer lips pierced by the long brown tongue where her inner lips peeked through.

"Do you want to see?" I asked her. I picked up a mirror and held it between my legs.

"Oh my," she said. "I had no idea." She reached down and unselfconsciously touched herself. "It feels totally different too. It's going to be different when I..." She stopped and blushed slightly.

I laughed. "...when you masturbate. Not that a good Catholic girl like you would ever do such a thing."

"Exactly. It never even crossed my mind. Especially when I was six years old."

I laughed. "You started masturbating at six?"

"I certainly did no such thing," she said smiling.

I had an idea. I put my hands on her knees. I bent forward and kissed her on her mound, just above the top of her slit. Her mound was soft and fleshy.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"I'll stop if you want," I replied as I planted a trail of kisses down to one side of her pussy, kissing along one of her plump outer lips. Then I let my tongue graze lightly over her inner lips as I came back higher. I reached forward and with fingertips I gently opened up her pussy. I could see her tiny clit just peeking out from under its hood. I let the tip of my tongue just nudge it. Her whole body jerked and she let out a small moan. I knew she wouldn't stop me now.

I moved lower and let my tongue play in the entrance to her virgin vagina. I pushed in a little and then circled around. I could taste her arousal, feel her wetness. When my tongue returned to her clit, I replaced it in her opening with the tip of a finger, circling, teasing, probing. She was lying back with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, occasionally moaning, lost in a world of undiluted pleasure.

My tongue caressed her clit as my finger pressed a little deeper into her tight, wet cunt. "Oh my god," she moaned. I could sense that she must be getting close. I started to lick her more regularly, circling my tongue on her clit as I fucked her pussy with the first couple of inches of my finger. She lay there motionless as her excitement built up to a crescendo. Suddenly her body jerked, "Don't stop," she squealed. "Oh fuck that's so good," she cried as her orgasm burst into her body. She shook her hips making it difficult to keep my tongue on her clit, but my finger continued to gently fuck her until the last ripple of her climax died down.

She lay there on the bed, almost as if she was unconscious. Then she pushed herself up onto her elbows.

"Wow," she said. "That was so different."

"From masturbating?"

"Yes. It felt different. It felt intimate. I can't believe you did that. Or that I let you. I mean we've not so much as kissed and there you are with your tongue inside me, in my, my..."

"Your pussy."

"Yes...my pussy. I know the word, of course, but I don't think I've ever used it. Certainly not about myself."

"It looked so beautiful and sexy. I just had to taste it."

"Even I have to admit it looks sexier like that. With no hair. I didn't really even know I looked like that."

"You're ready for the cameras tomorrow. I'd better drive you home now."

She pulled her panties and jeans back on.

"It even feels different in my clothes. More sensitive." She reached down and ran a finger along the seam of her jeans where it cut slightly into her sex. "I think I could almost do it without taking my clothes off."

"Try wearing your jeans without panties."

"I'd be aroused the whole day."

"And the problem with that is?"

She laughed. "You are a bad influence, professor."

Chapter 7: Salima watches porn

Salima was in my class a couple of days later. When there was nobody near her I went over to talk to her.

"So you managed it?"

Somehow it was especially naughty talking to her face to face about orgasms. Here she was in her usual modest dress and her hijab. We both knew I was imaging her naked, her finger in the folds of her kus.

"This is weird, talking to you. I mean instead of texting."

"Don't worry. You are in public. It's safe."

"I know. And I trust you anyway. You've been very good for me. Well, bad...but good."

"You made yourself cum?"

"I'm going to blush if I tell you...but I've done it lots since." She did indeed blush slightly.

"So come to my office after class."

"Why?"

"Your next lesson."

I was in my office when Salima arrived.

"So what's my next lesson?" she said.

"Porn."

"Wow. I've never seen porn."

"I know."

"But how are we going to do this? I'm not comfortable watching porn with you. I mean I'm meant to avoid being alone with you never mind anything worse."

"My computer is on the desk. On that pad of paper there are the names of some websites. I'm going to go away and leave you alone in my office while I go and teach another class."

"At home I have privacy and no internet. At school I have internet but no privacy. This is the first time I've had both."

"Enjoy it," I said as I left, letting the catch on the door lock so nobody else could walk in on her.

I went to my lecture and it was the best part of an hour later I arrived back at my office door. I turned the key and walked in. Salima was still here, watching something on the computer, her skirts were gathered up around her waist and her hand out of sight behind the desk, presumably in her panties, moving. Suddenly she noticed me. She pulled her hand out quickly and smoothed down her skirts. I pretended to notice nothing unusual.

"How was it?"

"It was amazing. I learned a lot. I'd heard of a blowjob but wasn't quite sure what it really was. Now I know."

"Do you want to give one?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"And sex. Well, I knew the zeb goes in the kus but now I've seen it and I see how it works."

"The zeb goes in the kus? I guess that means the cock goes in the pussy."

"Yes. But for some reason I prefer the Arabic words. I suppose because that's what I've always used even when speaking English."

"So did you get really aroused?"

"Totally. I don't think I've ever been so aroused. I know you caught me with my hand in my panties and I didn't even feel ashamed. I've had several orgasms since you went."

I put my hands on her shoulders and bent forward very slowly, giving her plenty of opportunity to stop me if she decided to. I kissed her briefly on the lips.

"Oh wow. That was so wrong. But so exciting. I'm meant to be married before I get my first kiss."

I bent forward again and kissed her, leaving my lips against hers for longer, starting to move them slightly. Just by looking at her I could tell she was on fire with arousal. An hour of porn followed by a forbidden kiss. This time when I kissed her I pushed my tongue forward and ran it over her lips. She was a fast learner and only a moment later my tongue encountered hers. Each tongue gently explored the other as I could sense her excitement building up even more with the thrill of her first kisses, so forbidden.

"Do you want to see a zeb?" I said.

"You mean a real one?"

"If you are brave enough just do it." Sometimes challenging a girl to be naughty is the better than trying to persuade them.

"Wow. That would be so against all the rules."

But she reached out and unzipped my pants. I undid my belt and let them fall to my ankles. I pulled my shirt off over my head. My cock was semi-hard from the kissing. I pushed the waistband of my underwear over it and let it fall to the floor too. I took her hand and guided it to my cock. She tentatively closed her fingers around it.

"It's big," she said. "Even after seeing them on the computer. In real life it looks bigger."

I felt myself hardening in her hand.

"I want to try it," she suddenly said.

"What?"

"A blowjob."

She bent forward and took my cock into her mouth. Her Muslim mouth where I was forbidden to be. It was a bit odd to be standing there naked while she was fully covered.

She experimentally ran her tongue around my cockhead. It felt wonderful, especially exciting given how many rules she was transgressing to do it.

She started to stroke my shaft with one hand as she slid my head back and forth in her mouth over her tongue, as I presume she'd seen several time watching porn in the last hour. It is always good to get a blowjob from a girl who really knows what she is doing, but it is also special to be the first cock into a girl's mouth, the one she first experiments on and starts to learn what feels good for her man.

"Pull up your skirt again," I said.

She reached down with both hands, keeping my cock in her mouth, and pulled her skirts up to her waist. She was wearing a pair of pink lacy panties, their overt sexiness a real contrast to the plainness of the skirt that had hidden them. I'd read that Arab women like to wear really sexy underwear underneath those burkas and long skirts. At least in this case it seemed to be true.

I reached down and put my hand on her thigh just by her panties.

"Can I touch your kus?" I asked. I thought it best not to presume too much at this point. The sexual tension in the air was already electric.

She didn't answer, my cock was in her mouth. But she spread her thighs for me, offering herself to me. I slid my hand over onto her panties. I could feel through the lacy material that she was shaved, as I'd read somewhere that most Arab women are. I slipped my hand lower onto the bulge where the fabric encased her sex. I could feel her lips. She shivered when I touched her there.

She started to stroke me harder and faster. I ran my finger the length of her slit and she shivered again. I moved my hand up and worked my fingers under the waistband of her panties. She gasped as I pushed my hand down into her panties until my fingers were resting on her pussy lips. She was sopping wet.

She started to try and take me deeper into her mouth. I could feel my cockhead at the back of her throat. I started to thrust my hips a little, gently fucking her mouth. Meanwhile I started to finger her, pressing between her lips and then circling her clit, which was hard. What was it she said about it? Like a sesame seed hidden among the folds.

I was starting to get close. In fact both of us were breathing hard, at the peak of arousal.

"Keep going," I said encouragingly. "I'm nearly there."

She kept up a steady rhythm, stroking my shaft with her hand while she worked my cock back and forth in her mouth. I felt the first warm jet pump into her mouth. Even though she'd seen it on the computer, she was obviously still surprised. I put my hand on the back of her head and fucked her mouth as my body spurted my cum into the back of her throat.

A man cumming in her mouth for the first time was the last drop of excitement she needed. As I fingered her clit hard and fast she let out a long, low grunt and her body exploded in orgasm. I bent down and kissed her again, her tongue urgently thrusting against my own. I pushed my finger lower and drove it into her pussy. She squealed in surprise as I fingered her deep inside her virgin cunt, already pulsating with the pleasure of her orgasm.

I pulled my hand out of her panties. She quickly smoothed her skirt back down, looking slightly embarrassed. She was once again modestly dressed. I pulled my own clothes back on.

"OK?" I asked.

"Yes. Totally OK. We shouldn't have done that but...we both knew that. I feel really guilty now. But it was such a thrill. I'm still trembling."

"Next time I want to see you naked."

"Oh wow." She laughed. "You are not even meant to see my elbows. But I suppose I owe you that."

"You don't owe me anything."

"I suppose you want to put your zeb in my kus."

"I do. Do you want me to?"

"Let me get used to the idea. We have such a culture of virginity that giving it up is a big step."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"You misinterpret me. I totally want to. I just need to sort of build up the courage. It's like standing on a high diving board, it takes a lot of willpower to actually jump off."

"Don't rush it."

"Can I ask something?"

"Of course. What?"

"On the porn I saw a man licking a girl. Licking her kus. Do people really do that?"

"Yes. It feels wonderful. I'll do it for you next time if you like."

"Really. It looks so intimate and special."

"It is. You'll want every boyfriend you have to do it."

"I doubt I'll ever have another boyfriend. I mean until I have a husband. Not that you are really my boyfriend. More like my personal trainer. I've changed so much in just a week."

"And next week?"

"I'm going to change again aren't I? We really are going to do it. Your zeb in my kus. It's such a turn-on just imagining it. Will it hurt? I've heard stories of blood."

"It might hurt. You might bleed a little. Every girl is different. And then when you meet your husband..."

"Yes?"

"You won't have any pain or blood. But you should pretend to be afraid, to be worried it will hurt, maybe even fake some pain. That way he won't realize."

"That I'm not really a virgin?"

"Exactly."

Chapter 8: Jane is bi- curious

"So," I said to Jane while we were eating lunch on Saturday on our weekend together. "Have you ever been with a girl?"

"Never. But I'm sort of intrigued."

"Bi-curious I think the phrase is."

"Yes. I'm sort of interested in what it would be like. But I don't know anyone...like that."

"You have asked anyone?"

"Of course not. How do you do that? I can't just ask a friend if she is curious too."

"Do you want to find out?"

"You are going to set it up for me?"

"Perhaps. You know Zula?"

"That weird looking girl in class. I thought she was a boy the first time I saw her. Short hair. No breasts to speak of. Is she a lesbian?"

"She's bisexual. And she's totally female once you get her out of her clothes."

"Which I'm guessing you've done."

"Guilty as charged."

I stood up and left the room. I called Zula and told her the situation and asked her if she wanted to come over. I was pleased when she was enthusiastic. She would come over for dinner and then...we'd see what happened.

Jane and I stayed in that afternoon and watched a couple of movies. We'd have liked to have gone for a walk in the park or something but it was too risky, we might get seen together. I went out to the supermarket and bought some food so that I could cook dinner for us. For the three of us. I bought a bottle of gin and some tonic. Sometimes threesomes need a little extra lubrication. And not just astroglide.

I was cooking the food and drinking a gin and tonic with Jane when Zula arrived. I opened the door and gave her a kiss. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, always a good sign. Sometimes she's really horny but not always. "Kiss Jane," I said to her as I led her into the kitchen.

Zula went over in front of Jane. But she was so short compared to Jane.

"Bend down so I can kiss you," she said, reaching up and putting her hands on Jane's shoulders. Jane bent forward and the two women kissed. As far as I knew this was the first time Jane had ever kissed a woman...beyond chaste pecks on the cheek.

I made Zula a drink and we sat around the table until the food was ready. The two girls' backgrounds were so different but they found common ground in their interest in art...and the unspoken knowledge that they would be naked together later. And that I'd get to watch and join in.

I got a coin. "OK," I said. "Let's be a little bit random. If it is heads, Zula gives someone oral sex, tails it is Jane."

I tossed the coin. It came down tails.

"OK, so next if it is heads Jane gives Zula oral sex, tails she gives me oral sex."

I tossed again and it was heads. Jane would give Zula oral sex. I would watch. Since Jane had never so much as kissed a woman before it promised to be an interesting spectacle. I knew that just as I loved to be the first cock in a girl's mouth, Zula loved to bend a straight girl and be the first pussy she tasted.

"First you'd better undress her," I said to Jane. Zula was wearing a fleece that zipped up the front, presumably something under that, and a pair of khaki cargo pants. I guessed she wasn't wearing a bra, she rarely did.

Jane reached out and undid the long zip down Zula's front. Underneath she was just wearing a plain white T-shirt. It wasn't very thick, we could both see the dark circles of her areolas through the thin cotton. Her nipples were clearly hard. Jane pushed her jacket off and then pulled the T-shirt off over Zula's head leaving her topless.

"Can I kiss your breasts?" Jane asked.

"You don't need to ask. You can do anything you like."

Jane leant forward and her mouth closed over one of Zula's tiny breasts. Zula let out a little sigh as Jane started to tongue her nipple. "That's nice," she said quietly.

Jane stood up. "You feel so different from a man. All soft and feminine instead of hard and hairy."

She reached out to the button on Zula's cargo pants. "Here goes," she said smiling. She undid the button and lowered the zip. The pants ended up around Zula's ankles and she stood there in a pair of black panties.

"Oh gosh," Jane said. "I've never done anything remotely like this." She reached out and peeled Zula's panties over her boyish hips and dropped them to join the khaki on the floor. Zula stepped out of the puddle of clothing and stood there completely naked, her boyish figure and manly tattooed arms in stark contrast to the prominent slit of her sex crowned with her Mongolian flag tattoo.

"You'd better sit on the sofa," Jane said. We went through to the living room. Zula sat on the sofa and spread her legs wide, sliding her ass to the edge of the cushions. Jane knelt down between Zula's thighs, inspecting her sex.

"Yours is nothing like mine," she said.

Zula reached down and opened up her pussy. "It's all the same inside," she said. "I just have tiny inner lips compared with some women."

"Do you know where my clit is?"

"Well, I know where mine is so let's see if yours is where I think it is."

Jane leant forward and ran her tongue between Zula's lips. Zula's body shivered. "That's it," she said as Jane started to use the tip of her tongue to tease Zula's clit. I felt my cock hardening. It was an interesting tableau, the fully dressed married woman licking the completely naked Mongolian girl. Plus the knowledge that she'd never done it before made it even more arousing.

"You can push a finger into me if you want," Zula said.

"I don't want to hurt you," Jane replied.

"Give me your finger."

Jane held out an index finger, Zula grasped it and guided it between her legs. She positioned it in the entrance to her cunt and pushed it into herself. She let go and Jane pushed her finger in further until it vanished completely in the younger girl's pussy.

"Finger me while you lick me," Zula said.

Jane started to slide her finger in and out of Zula's pussy as she gained more confidence that she was licking just the right spot. "That's so good," Zula encouraged.

I slipped out of my clothes and sat on the sofa next to Zula. She reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock. As Jane's tongue worked its magic in her pussy she started to stroke me. I slid a hand onto one of Zula's tiny breasts and started to stroke one of her big hard nipples. I could see that the top of her breasts were all pink, something I had learnt happened when she was close to orgasm.

"Oh yes," said Zula. "Just keep doing that. Don't change anything. You are going to make me cum."

Jane continued fucking Zula with a finger while she licked her clit hard.

"Oh yes," Zula gasped. "Pinch my nipple hard," she said to me.

I did as I was told, taking her nipple between finger and thumb and squeezing tight. Zula screamed, perhaps in pain but mostly in ecstasy as her body twitched with her climax and she moaned, "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes." She put her hand on Jane's head and thrust her hips against her mouth as her orgasm unwound. "oh good girl," she said, almost as if she were talking to a dog, "you did it."

Zula leapt to her feet. Her fingers were on Jane's blouse, Jane's pants, Jane's bra, Jane's panties. In no time Jane was naked.

"Sit down," Zula ordered. Jane sat on the sofa, her legs coyly together. Zula put her hands on Jane's knees and gently moved them apart. Jane's pink butterfly pussy came into view.

"You certainly are different from me," Zula said as she leant forward and started to kiss Jane's pussy, starting with the other lips and only moving to the inner when she sensed Jane could barely stand being teased any more. Zula opened Jane's pussy up with her fingers and pushed her tongue deep into the married woman's cunt before moving so she was nuzzling against her clit. "oh my god you do that so well," Jane moaned.

I moved behind Zula. She sensed my presence and spread her legs for me. The deep furrow of her sex was on offer to me. I nudged my cock into her entrance. Then I took hold of her boyish hips and pushed forward, watching as my fat cock disappeared into the little Mongolian tomboy. She pushed back against me until I was completely buried, the only cock she'd ever invited inside her.

I started to fuck Zula as she started to finger Jane as well as lick her. I reached around underneath Zula's body and one of my fingers found the little hard point of her clit. As I fucked her a bit harder I started to finger her.

"Fuck," Jane said suddenly. "You really know what you are doing." Zula, as both the owner of a pussy and having licked several, knew just how to drive a woman's excitement up. Zula started to lick Jane harder and fingered her really fast.

"Oh wow I'm going to cum," Jane squealed. I watched, moving my cock back and forth in Zula's cunt, as she brought Jane to an intense orgasm.

I pulled out of Zula and she moved to one side. I moved between Jane's legs and slipped my cock into her cunt. I felt one of Zula's hands around my back between my legs, caressing my balls and stroking my asshole with a thumb. She reached around my front with her other hand and started to finger Jane's clit again, lightly, in case it was too sensitive from her recent orgasm.

I started to fuck Jane more vigorously. My own orgasm was fast approaching. Zula sensed it and pushed her thumb into my ass. The first strong jets blasted deep into Jane's cunt. Then I pulled out. A few spurts landed on Jane's belly before Zula wrapped her mouth around my cock and swallowed the rest of my cum while she fucked my asshole with her thumb. Then she leant forward and licked the Jane's stomach clean too.

The three of us lay there. It was still early, we had all night together. It was definitely turning out to be a great weekend.

Chapter 9: Maria returns the book

Maria is bringing my book back this evening. I'm not sure what she's thinking but since she let me lick her I've a feeling it won't take too much for her to let me fuck her.

She arrived and we went through into the living room. She was wearing spray-on jeans and a tight top that showed off her breasts. She gave me back the book.

"I'm sorry it is slightly damaged," she said, looking at her feet very demurely. It seems perhaps she had had the same idea.

"Then you need to be punished."

"I'm ready for whatever punishment you think is appropriate."

"I think we'd better start with a spanking."

She bent over the dining table.

"No, damaging a book like this requires a more severe punishment. You must be spanked on your bare bottom."

"But that is too much. I'm a girl. You can't spank my bare bottom."

"That is your punishment."

She slowly undid the button on her jeans and then the zip. With difficulty, because they were so tight, she worked them down and kicked them off. She bent over the dining table again, wearing just a thong.

"Your bare bottom means no panties," I said sternly.

"But professor, these panties leave my bottom defenseless already."

"Take them off."

"But professor, then you'll be able to see my...my..."

"Your what?"

"I'm too shy to say it. I'm just a demure Mexican girl."

"Say it."

"You'll be able to see my...pussy."

"Is it pretty?"

"I don't know. I've never seen another girl's pussy for comparison."

"Is it shaved?"

"It is."

"A demure Mexican girl doesn't have a shaved pussy. I think you are no longer a virgin."

"Oh professor, but I am. I've never had a...man...inside me."

"I think perhaps you want one."

She slipped her thong over her hips and bent over the table again, this time naked from the waist down. I could see her pussy lips squeezed together between her thighs.

"Oh no professor. I would never let a man touch me there...it is bad enough that you can see me there. I feel so humiliated."

"Spread your legs a bit wider."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to feel vulnerable when I spank you."

"But professor, you'll have an even more intimate view of my...pussy."

"Precisely."

She spread her legs wide so that her pussy was completely exposed. I could see a glint of moisture. She was already really turned-on.

I pulled my leather belt from my pants. I raised it and brought it down across her ass. I didn't hit her hard, just enough to sting, but it made a surprisingly loud noise. And a red stripe appeared across the paler skin of her ass.

"Oh professor, that is so painful I don't think I can stand it. Can't we come up with some alternative punishment?"

"Take your top off. And your bra."

"But no man has ever seen my breasts."

"Then I'll be the first."

I pulled her to her feet and roughly pulled her top off over her head. Then I spun her around and bent her back over the table. I was pressing the hard bulge in my pants against her pussy as I undid the clasp on her bra. Now she was naked.

"Now bend over the table again. If the belt is too painful you'll have to be spanked with my hand."

Once again she spread her legs and stuck her ass out. I brought my hand down on one cheek. A red handprint appeared a moment later. Then I spanked her other cheek. I let my hand linger on her ass, then I let my fingers slip down into the crack between her cheeks before sliding lower until my fingers were just touching her pussy lips. I could just feel her wetness.

"Professor, you can't touch me there. It's unprofessional. The college will surely dismiss you."

I pushed my fingers between her lips and let one just penetrate the entrance to her vagina.

"Professor, it is most illegal to finger one of your students."

"It is punishment for ruining one of my books."

"But I only damaged it slightly, it is for sure not ruined."

"You will be spanked until you have been taught a lesson."

"But it is too painful. I'm just a young girl who has never been spanked before."

"Then I'll think of an alternative punishment. Kneel down in front of me."

Marie knelt on the floor in front of me, her face inches from my crotch.

"Suck my cock."

"But I'm just an innocent Catholic student. I could never do such a thing."

"If you were more slutty it wouldn't be a punishment. But because you have never done it before it will teach you to take care of other people's property."

She reached out and undid the button on my jeans, unzipped me and released my cock. I was already semi-hard, not surprisingly. She wrapped her hand around it.

"Please don't tell anyone else that I endured such a degrading punishment," she said as she moved forward and wrapped her mouth around my cockhead.

Her tongue started to move sending wonderful feelings into my cock. She started to pump my cock with her hand while she explored the knob with her mouth. I could feel myself getting harder and thicker as her tongue circled around my sensitive pink head.

She pulled back for a moment.

"Please don't cum in my mouth. That would be a most inappropriate way for a professor to treat one of his students."

"Very well. I promise I won't cum in your mouth."

"Then...where?"

"Once you have me fully hard, I'll find another place in your body to cum."

"But I don't have any other places."

"Don't worry. I know of one."

She started to move her head on my cock faster, sliding the most sensitive areas over her tongue. Considering I knew this was the first time she'd ever given a blowjob she was doing really well.

"OK. Bend over the table again," I said.

"But I thought we agreed you wouldn't spank me any more."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to spank you," I said she got up and once again bent over the table with her legs spread wide, her pussy defenseless.

I moved behind her and positioned my cockhead so it was nestled in the entrance to her cunt.

"Oh professor, you can't go there. I have to be a virgin on my wedding day. It is most unacceptable for a Mexican girl to have pre-marital sex."

I pushed forward and the head of my cock vanished into her virgin entrance.

"Shit, ouch," she cried, breaking character for a moment. "Professor, go slowly, it is very tender."

I pulled back and then gently pushed forward again. I could tell from the tension in her body that she was a bit uncomfortable.

I pushed forward gently but firmly. Suddenly she thrust her body back and my cock slipped deep into her. She gasped, not from surprise for sure since she been the one to make the move, but perhaps from pain, perhaps just because she'd never been penetrated before. I pulled out. There was a little blood on my cock, nothing much. Then I pushed into her. In a moment I was completely inside her. I started to move inside her, nothing to vigorous or aggressive.

"I'm your lover, not your professor now," I said.

"OK," she said. "But that was totally fun."

"It was very sexy. Not to mention unexpected."

"It felt so good when you licked me the other day. I wanted...well, everything."

I pulled out of her, took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. She lay down on her back and spread her legs without my suggesting anything. I moved onto the bed between her legs. She grasped my cock and guided it back into her body as if she'd done it many times before. As I slid back into her warm, wet cunt she wrapped her legs around my back.

I kissed her. I realized that it was the first time we'd kissed. I'd licked her to orgasm and fucked her without even the smallest peck on the cheek. She wasn't quite sure how to move her mouth. "Just be still," I said. And I planted little kisses all over her lips before I pressed my mouth against hers and my tongue invaded her mouth in search of still more pleasure. I found her tongue and gradually we she started to move it against me.

All the time we were kissing I was slowly fucking her, gently moving my cock back and forth inside her no-longer-virgin cunt.

"When's your period?" I asked.

"Tomorrow. Maybe the next day."

"Are you sure?"

"Completely."

"Then I'll cum inside you."

"Really. That sounds so hot."

"Masturbate yourself."

She reached down and started to stroke her clit.

"I can't believe I'm doing this in front of you," she said. "It's so private."

"Tell me when you are getting close to cumming. I'll try and cum at the same time."

"OK, I'll give you a 30-second warning."

"You can be that precise?" I said, smiling.

"I started at 6 remember. I know my body pretty well by now."

I stroked myself back and forth inside her welcoming velvety pussy. I could easily hold myself there, not quite cumming but not that far off, for a long time.

"I'm nearly there," she said.

I started to fuck her, harder and faster. She'd told me she knew her body well enough to know exactly when she would cum. And she did. I felt the first spurts of my orgasm empty into her cunt just as she started to cum herself.

"Oh yes, keep going," she whispered as I slid my cock back and forth in her quivering cunt as both our orgasms pulsated through our bodies.

We lay on my bed in each others arms, occasionally kissing.

"That was nothing like I expected my first time to be," she said.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, first I expected it to be my wedding night until a few days ago. Then I realized I had no intention of waiting that long. Then all that ‘professor, i'm an innocent virgin' stuff. That was fun. It was a bit painful when you entered me so I decided to try the rip-a-bandaid-off approach and take all the pain in one go. It hurt like hell for a moment and then was fine."

"Do you want to stay the night?"

"Can I? Cool. I've never slept with a man before. Well, you knew that. And I don't mean ‘slept with' as a euphemism for sex. Of course I've done that too, but you knew that too."

Chapter 10: Salima's office hours

"come to my home tomorrow after class" I texted Salima

"i can't do that"

"why not?"

"not allowed to go to a man's house"

"you want my zeb in your kus and you are worried about a rule like that?"

"silly i know. can we use your office?"

So we arranged to meet in my office after class. I took a comforter to the office that day. A colleague saw me and I told him it was to wrap a fragile statue. One advantage of working in an art department is that you can justify almost anything.

Salima arrived and I locked the door. I put the comforter on the floor so we would be comfortable. I put my arms around her and kissed her.

"You don't have to do it if you've changed your mind," I reassured her.

"No way. I've been imagining it for days."

"Do you want me to undress you?"

"I want to strip for you. Dance of the seven veils. Although I'm not wearing that many layers."

I went to the computer and put some middle-eastern music on quietly. Then I sat on my desk and watch as Salima swayed with the music. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She had a saffron-yellow lacy bra underneath. She reached behind and undid the zip on her skirt and let it fall. She had a matching pair of yellow lacy panties. I knew she'd picked them for me knowing that I'd be the first person to see her in her underwear. She had a wonderful hour-glass figure.

I thought she might get very self-conscious as she got closer to being completely naked but she didn't seem to. She reached behind and removed her bra. Her large breasts were capped with tiny pencil eraser nipples. She turned away from me. Her panties were just a thin strip of yellow material between the cheeks of her marvelous ass. She slipped them off. Then she slowly turned around, covering her pussy with one hand. She stood there for a little, once again moving with the music, teasing me by hiding what she knew I wanted to see. Finally she removed her hand. She was shaved completely, so there was no hiding the cleft of her sex, with her inner lips peeping through.

"What do you think?"

"You are hot," I said. "Not that it is obvious under those clothes you have to wear."

I got up off the desk and slipped out of my own clothes so I was naked too. Then the two of us lay down on the comforter.

"What happens next?" she asked.

"I'm going to lick your kus."

"Oh wow. It looked so fun on the porn I saw."

She was lying there with her legs tightly together. I laughed. "You'll have to open your legs though."

"I'm all embarrassed now. You are going to be inches away from my kus. Nobody has ever seen it. Well, except me and only because you made me."

Slowly she spread her legs.

"Is it OK?" she asked.

"Of course it is," I said reassuringly. "You are completely normal if that is what you are worried about."

"I was. I think all girls wonder. I mean it's not as if we get to see any others for comparison. And then when I saw that porn they were all different from me."

I kissed my way up the silky skin on the inside of her thigh until I was almost kissing her outer lip. Then I switched to the other thigh and worked my way up again. I paused. I could sense her tension. Finally I kissed the soft fleshiness of her outer lip. She moaned.

"Is it OK?" I asked.

"It is incredible. I thought it would be like when I touch myself but it's totally different."

I kissed her inner lips, pushing my tongue between them until I found her opening, and then pushing my tongue inside her as deeply as I could. She moaned again. "That's so unbelievably personal. I thought it might feel weird but it just feels fantastic." I fucked her a little bit with my tongue before moving up between her lips until I reached her clit. "Oh wow," she said as I first touched that most sensitive spot. "It's nothing like my finger."

"How firmly do you touch yourself in bed?"

"Very lightly, it's too much otherwise. I think that is why I never discovered it."

"You touched too hard?"

"Yes, so it didn't feel good. So I didn't do it."

I used just the tip of my tongue to tease her clit as lightly as I could. A tongue is so much softer than a finger it isn't that hard to do. As I started to lick her continuously she started moaning, sighing, almost purring like a cat.

I lifted my head for a moment. "Tell me when you are about to cum."

"OK. I'm close I think. It's still a bit of a surprise when it happens. I'm not that used to it."

I circled a finger in the opening to her vagina, her kus as I now thought of it, while my tongue danced a gentle jig on her clit.

"I think I'm nearly..." she said. But she didn't finish before she let out a sound as if she was in agony as her orgasm flooded her body. Her hips bucked underneath my mouth. "Don't stop," she squealed. I kept my tongue on her rocking hips as best I could while she rode her orgasm to completion.

I moved up between her legs. My cock was nuzzling her pussy while her body recovered from her climax.

"Ready?" I said when she opened her eyes.

"I can feel your zeb in my kus," she said. "It feels so wrong."

"You want to stop?"

"No. I want you to...well, do whatever you do. Push it in."

"OK. Tell me if it is painful."

I pressed my hips forward and my cock started to vanish into her pussy. She was very wet but also very tight. I pulled out a little and then pushed forward again, a little deeper. Gradually I worked myself into her.

"OK?" I asked.

"It's fine. It feels different. I mean from anything I've felt before. But not painful."

Gradually my cock vanished completely into her virgin pussy. I pushed her knees back towards her shoulders so I could go even deeper into her. "Oh," she moaned, "that's so wonderful."

I started to fuck her. At first I was gentle, making small thrusts but gradually I extended my movement so that I was almost pulling out of her pussy before pushing back deep into her. She was moaning encouragement, transported by the novel feelings that she'd never before experienced.

I let go of her legs and she wrapped them around my back, pulling me into her.

"Your zeb feels so good," she sighed.

"Your kus is so tight and sexy."

"Am I meant to do anything?"

"This is your first time. Just relax and let me do everything."

"I can't believe how good this is. I thought it might really hurt in my kus."

I thrust harder and faster into her. She had a broad smile on her face and her eyes were closed. Often the first time for a woman is a mixture of good and bad feelings but she was lost in ecstasy. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.

I felt my orgasm building up. I pulled out of her and stroked my cock. A thick cable of white cum shot from my cock up across her stomach between her breasts. She opened her eyes, reached down and put her hand on mine. Together we gently stroked the last drops of cum onto her belly.

"That was amazing," she said. "Better than I imagined. You are a perfect lover."

"Thank you."

"Like I'd know," she said laughing. "Can we do it again?"

"Men need a period to recover I'm afraid. It depends how late you can stay."

"I need to get home. I'd much rather stay all night here with you."

"There will be other times."

"There most certainly will. You've certainly awakened my kus. Now I want to try everything."

"Like what?"

"Different positions. I want to go on top. I want to give you another blowjob. I can't wait for you to lick my kus again, that was just so special. Everything I saw in those pornos. Is it fun being tied up? Is it true you can put your zeb in my...up my ass? Is that good?"

We lay there listening to the middle eastern music that was still playing on my computer. Salima was perhaps the most remarkable girl of all, the girl in my class least likely to be lying on my office floor after a vigorous fuck. And yet here we were.

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