Podcasts about Cunnilingus

Les propos exprimés dans ce podcast relèvent d'expériences et d'opinions personnelles dans un but de divertissement et ne substituent pas les conseils d'un.e sexologue ou autre professionnel de la santé. Cette semaine sur le podcast, on se fait un épisode dédié à la célèbre et controversée position du 69! Que vous soyez fan ou sceptique, cet épisode vous garantit du plaisir et de bonnes idées à tester… ou pas! Au menu: - Exploration complète des avantages et défis du 69 - Anecdotes réelles hilarantes et parfois embarrassantes des auditeurs - Techniques inattendues pour maximiser le plaisir - Discussions franches sur les mythes et réalités de cette position iconique - Conseils pratiques pour expérimenter en toute confiance  Le podcast est présenté par Éros et Compagnie Utiliser le code promo : SEXEORAL pour 15% de rabais sur https://www.erosetcompagnie.com/ Les jouets dont les filles parlent: https://www.erosetcompagnie.com/page/podcast  Pour collaborations: partenariats@studiosf.ca Pour toutes questions: sexeoral@studiosf.ca Pour suivre les filles sur Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/sexeoralpodcast Pour contacter les filles directement, écrivez-nous sur Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sexeoral.podcast/

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Selon un sondage Ipsos de 2014, 8 personnes sur 10 ont déjà pratiqué le cunnilingus. Plutôt encourageant, non ? Sauf que… seulement 52 % des personnes en ayant reçu disent réellement l'apprécier. Autrement dit, y a du boulot sous la couette. Et ce n'est pas si surprenant : longtemps tabou, le cunni est souvent mal compris, mal exécuté, voire expédié. Or, un bon cunni, c'est un art, pas une course contre la montre. Heureusement, June Pla, créatrice du compte Jouissance Club et autrice du best-seller du même nom, est là pour éclairer les langues en détresse. Rythme, pression, variations… Elle partage ses meilleurs conseils pour faire grimper le plaisir au sommet. Parce que le cunni, quand c'est bien fait, c'est inoubliable. Quel est donc le secret du cunnilingus idéal ? Y a-t-il certaines choses qu'il ne faut pas faire ? Écoutez la suite de cet épisode de "Maintenant Vous Savez ". Un podcast Bababam Originals, écrit et réalisé par Olivia Villamy. À écouter aussi : Pourquoi confondre sa droite et sa gauche est-il fréquent ? Pourquoi choisir une cosmétique plus naturelle ? Addiction au sexe : comment la dépister ? Retrouvez tous les épisodes de "Maintenant vous savez". Suivez Bababam sur Instagram. Première diffusion le 10 octobre 2023 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Preparing For Tuesday's Cunnilingus Class.By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Story RecapI'm Dan, a senior majoring in mechanical engineering. I needed two general education requirements to complete my degree, at a university in the Chicago area. It's a cold January, on campus. I was able to enroll in an English literature class and Dr. Martin's Sociology 369 Human Sexuality course, for the second semester.On the first day of class, we learned about male and female orgasms. Dr. Martin allowed students to submit a standard analysis and reading notes or to provide an alternative assignment. The first alternative assignment was to masturbate either alone or with an observer and report on our experience.Hannah, a coed was sitting in class next to me. I asked to be her partner. While we were trying to get comfortable with one another, we ended up having sex.DinnerAs I sat with Hannah at dinner, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but she started off.She looked me in the eye, "So you're what? Twenty two? Twenty three?"Twenty two.""I'm twenty one. So, I have to say that I am not normally that aggressive. I don't know what came over me.""I thought it was wonderful."Hannah nodded, "I'm sure you did, but I'm not sure what happened. I had every intention in the world of sitting there with you, reading until dinner. And then." She averted her gaze, then looked back into my eyes, "Then I just wanted you. I can't explain it. I've never started anything with a guy before. It has always been the guy coming on to me.""I really didn't mind. It was definitely a gift. Guys often leave a gal frustrated because they can't work up the nerve to initiate things. Especially when the gal is as gorgeous as you.”Hannah reached out and touched my hand, "Ah, thanks! Dan, it's okay. I guess I'm just trying to understand my actions. It was so out of character for me.""Maybe you're comfortable with me. I hope, anyway?"She laughed, "Undoubtedly. You're a really nice guy." She released my hand, "No, more than that. I know we just met, but I feel like you care about me as a person. I just hope that by being the initiator, I haven't made you not like me.""Hannah, I would never think that. You are self-confident, that's all. You're very respectful and sensitive. You weren't pushy at all.""See, that's the thing. I've never really been all that self-confident. Certainly not when it comes to sex.""How much sex have you,” I stopped myself. “I'm sorry. That's not polite for me to ask.”"No, I'm okay with talking to you about it. There was my date for the senior prom. Spring semester freshman year I had a boyfriend for a couple of weeks. Probably had sex two or three times with him. Sophomore year I had sex a couple of more times. Once over the summer. Once with Jeff last semester. Altogether, I've probably had sex less than ten times in my entire life. Not counting Sterling.”“Sterling?” I was puzzled.“Sterling is my chrome vibrator.” Hannah explained. “Until today, only Sterling could reliably bring me to orgasms. Today was the first time someone not named Sterling, gave me an orgasm. How about you?""I wouldn't say that I'm promiscuous, but I've had sex a lot more than that. It was always in a relationship. Let's see, I've been intimate with five girlfriends. This was the first time I had sex with someone on the first day I met them.""Same here. I hope you didn't mind.""Do I in any way look like I didn't have the time of my life? Not at all. It was amazing. Maybe it was a desire to try out some of the things we learned in class."Hannah smiled, "Well you tried out something you learned. Did you rub my g spot?""Yeah. It was all wrinkly." I added. “Nothing like a good hands-on lab project.”"I was already cumming and then that sent me into orbit. Holy shit." Hannah exclaimed."As an observer, that was pretty cool. I obviously ‘pressed your button', right?” I gloated."Observer? Dan, you did that to me. You were my lover. Come to think of it, you propped me up so you could screw me like that dildo in the film.""I did." I proudly admitted."That was quite creative." She marveled."Thanks." I grinned.We ate in silence for several minutes. It wasn't the least bit awkward though.Hannah stopped eating, "Normally I would try to fill silence. I don't feel like I have to. It's like we're two old married people that are completely comfortable with each other."I stopped eating, "You're right. I don't know very much about you, but it's like I've known you a long time."She nodded and continued eating. Another minute of silence passed.I reached out and touched her hand, "Do you believe in fate?""I haven't given it much thought." She wondered where this was going."I mean, what are the odds that I would have to sit next to you, you would ask me to be your partner, and we would hit it off so well?""Look it, Dan. I'm not a religious person. I'm sure there is a perfectly good probability that that would happen."I nodded, "Okay, but the odds are not that high.""That two random college students sitting next to one another would become friends, partners, and lovers? It think they are very high. That those two people would be you and me, that's just the universe rolling the dice." She squelched my sentimentality.She was right, but the thought was disappointing. I pulled my hand back.Hannah grabbed my hand, "Dan, I feel like I just burst a bubble on you.""Yeah. Maybe. A little. I had the thought that maybe someone was looking out for us and;""If it makes you feel any better, “ she interrupted; “I could very well be wrong. I agree that it is very cool that you sat down next to me. Whatever force in the universe made that happen, I'm very grateful. Done eating?""Yeah."The LibraryTo avoid temptation, we agreed to study together in the library. About nine we headed to Hannah's room. The cold and wind had eased a bit, making it easier to talk.Once outside, Hannah took my hand, "How should we decide who goes first?""I don't have a problem going first."Hannah laughed, "I'm kind of excited. I've never seen a guy get himself off.""I guess that's a reason Dr. Miller said we could have an observer."I held the door for her when we got to her dorm. Inside her room I took off my jacket.Hannah stopped to watch me, "This feels very clinical again. Could I undress you?""Sure."Hannah came over to me and put her hands behind my neck, "Maybe some mood-setting would help too." She went on tip-toe and kissed me, "Yes. That's what we need." She turned on her stereo. In a couple seconds, Simple Minds was playing ‘Don't you Forget About Me'.She pulled me to her bed, sat down, and pulled me down with her, "Much better."We lay side-by-side, exploring each other's mouth. I finally pulled her on top of me so I could hold her ass cheeks. She seems to love having her ass caressed.After several minutes of necking I spoke into her mouth, "I think I'm ready.""I feel something." She said with a horny wink. Her mix tape was now playing Rick Astley, singing ‘Never Gunna Give You Up'. I'm guessing this was Hannah's mood music for when she pleasured herself. But that was her business. I just decided to enjoy the moment.Hannah rolled off me and I stood up. I pulled my shirt off and dropped my jeans, standing there in my partially tented boxers."Ready?"She smiled and I let my boxers fall to my ankles, flipping them across the room with a flick of my foot. I slowly stroked my tumescent cock.Hannah stood up, "I think I promised to let you see me naked to help get you aroused.""You did." I recalled."Why don't you sit on the bed and let me give you something to get aroused about."I climbed up to the headboard and placed a pillow behind my back. Hannah began a little bump and grind strip tease. I pulled on my cock to firm it up. By now her mix tape was playing Tears for Fears, singing ‘Everybody Wants To Rule the World' with its sultry beat.She turned away from me and pulled her shirt off. She swiveled her jean-clad hips, then kicked off her shoes. Hannah loved to dance and it's clear she was very good at it. Somehow her socks went flying. She stepped up onto the bed and stood above me, one leg on either side.She placed her hands on the wall to balance herself and then placed her foot on my cock, "Let me rub that for you."I wouldn't call it rubbing, but she did move her foot up and down on my shaft. It wasn't exactly effective and soon she was back standing on the floor. She turned away and dropped her jeans to the floor. Hannah flipped them aside with her foot, then climbed back up on the bed. Standing above me in her bra and panties was more arousing. She stepped forward so that her crotch was inches from my face.I leaned forward, pressed my nose into her crotch, and took a deep breath, "God, you smell good." Her pheromones made a beeline to my cock.Hannah stepped back on the floor and removed her bra and panties, "Sorry, I'm not very creative with a strip tease.""I appreciate the creativity" I encouraged her."Thanks. How about if I just stand here in all my nakedness?""That works."I was rock hard now and it was easy to stroke myself. I was thinking I needed some lube when Hannah crawled up on the bed and got very close to my cock.She smiled, "I'm observing."I laughed.Hannah ran her hand down my thigh, "Perhaps you should position yourself so that I can see your asshole. I need to know if it contracts when you cum.""Oh. Okay."I slouched down at her headboard. I placed my feet so that my legs were spread  out and knees bent; and she had a good view of my anus. She was kneeling in front of me. I licked my stroke hand to provide some lubrication. Now her stereo was playing A-Ha. The cut was ‘Take On Me'.Hannah said, "I can provide some saliva." She leaned forward dribbled some spit on the head of my cock.I smiled, "That's helpful.""But probably not enough." She grabbed my stroke hand and placed her mouth on my cock, sucking away."I think that defeats the purpose of the assignment."She came off for a moment, "I don't care."Hannah soon had my entire shaft wet with saliva. She stroked me with her hands while sucking and churning the head in her mouth. The stereo filled the room with ‘Shout' from Tears For Fears. When I groaned my appreciation, I felt her finger at my ass. I think she had her juices on her finger because she slipped right in. She found my prostate."Oh god, Hannah. Hannah. Cumming. I'm cumming." The stereo rumbled; “Shout, shout, let it all out”.Everything sped up, her mouth, her fingers rubbing in my ass. I grabbed my knees and pulled my legs toward me. The point of no return approached and my world narrowed to my cock and ass. My body started quaking uncontrollably. Hannah's eyes were locked in on mine as she swallowed everything I shot. I threw my head back as my orgasm continued. All I could feel was her fingers rubbing my prostate and her mouth on my cock, churning, sucking, licking. I tried to say something, but a croaking sound came out.

Preparing For Tuesday's Cunnilingus Class.By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Story RecapI'm Dan, a senior majoring in mechanical engineering. I needed two general education requirements to complete my degree, at a university in the Chicago area. It's a cold January, on campus. I was able to enroll in an English literature class and Dr. Martin's Sociology 369 Human Sexuality course, for the second semester.On the first day of class, we learned about male and female orgasms. Dr. Martin allowed students to submit a standard analysis and reading notes or to provide an alternative assignment. The first alternative assignment was to masturbate either alone or with an observer and report on our experience.Hannah, a coed was sitting in class next to me. I asked to be her partner. While we were trying to get comfortable with one another, we ended up having sex.DinnerAs I sat with Hannah at dinner, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but she started off.She looked me in the eye, "So you're what? Twenty two? Twenty three?"Twenty two.""I'm twenty one. So, I have to say that I am not normally that aggressive. I don't know what came over me.""I thought it was wonderful."Hannah nodded, "I'm sure you did, but I'm not sure what happened. I had every intention in the world of sitting there with you, reading until dinner. And then." She averted her gaze, then looked back into my eyes, "Then I just wanted you. I can't explain it. I've never started anything with a guy before. It has always been the guy coming on to me.""I really didn't mind. It was definitely a gift. Guys often leave a gal frustrated because they can't work up the nerve to initiate things. Especially when the gal is as gorgeous as you.”Hannah reached out and touched my hand, "Ah, thanks! Dan, it's okay. I guess I'm just trying to understand my actions. It was so out of character for me.""Maybe you're comfortable with me. I hope, anyway?"She laughed, "Undoubtedly. You're a really nice guy." She released my hand, "No, more than that. I know we just met, but I feel like you care about me as a person. I just hope that by being the initiator, I haven't made you not like me.""Hannah, I would never think that. You are self-confident, that's all. You're very respectful and sensitive. You weren't pushy at all.""See, that's the thing. I've never really been all that self-confident. Certainly not when it comes to sex.""How much sex have you,” I stopped myself. “I'm sorry. That's not polite for me to ask.”"No, I'm okay with talking to you about it. There was my date for the senior prom. Spring semester freshman year I had a boyfriend for a couple of weeks. Probably had sex two or three times with him. Sophomore year I had sex a couple of more times. Once over the summer. Once with Jeff last semester. Altogether, I've probably had sex less than ten times in my entire life. Not counting Sterling.”“Sterling?” I was puzzled.“Sterling is my chrome vibrator.” Hannah explained. “Until today, only Sterling could reliably bring me to orgasms. Today was the first time someone not named Sterling, gave me an orgasm. How about you?""I wouldn't say that I'm promiscuous, but I've had sex a lot more than that. It was always in a relationship. Let's see, I've been intimate with five girlfriends. This was the first time I had sex with someone on the first day I met them.""Same here. I hope you didn't mind.""Do I in any way look like I didn't have the time of my life? Not at all. It was amazing. Maybe it was a desire to try out some of the things we learned in class."Hannah smiled, "Well you tried out something you learned. Did you rub my g spot?""Yeah. It was all wrinkly." I added. “Nothing like a good hands-on lab project.”"I was already cumming and then that sent me into orbit. Holy shit." Hannah exclaimed."As an observer, that was pretty cool. I obviously ‘pressed your button', right?” I gloated."Observer? Dan, you did that to me. You were my lover. Come to think of it, you propped me up so you could screw me like that dildo in the film.""I did." I proudly admitted."That was quite creative." She marveled."Thanks." I grinned.We ate in silence for several minutes. It wasn't the least bit awkward though.Hannah stopped eating, "Normally I would try to fill silence. I don't feel like I have to. It's like we're two old married people that are completely comfortable with each other."I stopped eating, "You're right. I don't know very much about you, but it's like I've known you a long time."She nodded and continued eating. Another minute of silence passed.I reached out and touched her hand, "Do you believe in fate?""I haven't given it much thought." She wondered where this was going."I mean, what are the odds that I would have to sit next to you, you would ask me to be your partner, and we would hit it off so well?""Look it, Dan. I'm not a religious person. I'm sure there is a perfectly good probability that that would happen."I nodded, "Okay, but the odds are not that high.""That two random college students sitting next to one another would become friends, partners, and lovers? It think they are very high. That those two people would be you and me, that's just the universe rolling the dice." She squelched my sentimentality.She was right, but the thought was disappointing. I pulled my hand back.Hannah grabbed my hand, "Dan, I feel like I just burst a bubble on you.""Yeah. Maybe. A little. I had the thought that maybe someone was looking out for us and;""If it makes you feel any better, “ she interrupted; “I could very well be wrong. I agree that it is very cool that you sat down next to me. Whatever force in the universe made that happen, I'm very grateful. Done eating?""Yeah."The LibraryTo avoid temptation, we agreed to study together in the library. About nine we headed to Hannah's room. The cold and wind had eased a bit, making it easier to talk.Once outside, Hannah took my hand, "How should we decide who goes first?""I don't have a problem going first."Hannah laughed, "I'm kind of excited. I've never seen a guy get himself off.""I guess that's a reason Dr. Miller said we could have an observer."I held the door for her when we got to her dorm. Inside her room I took off my jacket.Hannah stopped to watch me, "This feels very clinical again. Could I undress you?""Sure."Hannah came over to me and put her hands behind my neck, "Maybe some mood-setting would help too." She went on tip-toe and kissed me, "Yes. That's what we need." She turned on her stereo. In a couple seconds, Simple Minds was playing ‘Don't you Forget About Me'.She pulled me to her bed, sat down, and pulled me down with her, "Much better."We lay side-by-side, exploring each other's mouth. I finally pulled her on top of me so I could hold her ass cheeks. She seems to love having her ass caressed.After several minutes of necking I spoke into her mouth, "I think I'm ready.""I feel something." She said with a horny wink. Her mix tape was now playing Rick Astley, singing ‘Never Gunna Give You Up'. I'm guessing this was Hannah's mood music for when she pleasured herself. But that was her business. I just decided to enjoy the moment.Hannah rolled off me and I stood up. I pulled my shirt off and dropped my jeans, standing there in my partially tented boxers."Ready?"She smiled and I let my boxers fall to my ankles, flipping them across the room with a flick of my foot. I slowly stroked my tumescent cock.Hannah stood up, "I think I promised to let you see me naked to help get you aroused.""You did." I recalled."Why don't you sit on the bed and let me give you something to get aroused about."I climbed up to the headboard and placed a pillow behind my back. Hannah began a little bump and grind strip tease. I pulled on my cock to firm it up. By now her mix tape was playing Tears for Fears, singing ‘Everybody Wants To Rule the World' with its sultry beat.She turned away from me and pulled her shirt off. She swiveled her jean-clad hips, then kicked off her shoes. Hannah loved to dance and it's clear she was very good at it. Somehow her socks went flying. She stepped up onto the bed and stood above me, one leg on either side.She placed her hands on the wall to balance herself and then placed her foot on my cock, "Let me rub that for you."I wouldn't call it rubbing, but she did move her foot up and down on my shaft. It wasn't exactly effective and soon she was back standing on the floor. She turned away and dropped her jeans to the floor. Hannah flipped them aside with her foot, then climbed back up on the bed. Standing above me in her bra and panties was more arousing. She stepped forward so that her crotch was inches from my face.I leaned forward, pressed my nose into her crotch, and took a deep breath, "God, you smell good." Her pheromones made a beeline to my cock.Hannah stepped back on the floor and removed her bra and panties, "Sorry, I'm not very creative with a strip tease.""I appreciate the creativity" I encouraged her."Thanks. How about if I just stand here in all my nakedness?""That works."I was rock hard now and it was easy to stroke myself. I was thinking I needed some lube when Hannah crawled up on the bed and got very close to my cock.She smiled, "I'm observing."I laughed.Hannah ran her hand down my thigh, "Perhaps you should position yourself so that I can see your asshole. I need to know if it contracts when you cum.""Oh. Okay."I slouched down at her headboard. I placed my feet so that my legs were spread  out and knees bent; and she had a good view of my anus. She was kneeling in front of me. I licked my stroke hand to provide some lubrication. Now her stereo was playing A-Ha. The cut was ‘Take On Me'.Hannah said, "I can provide some saliva." She leaned forward dribbled some spit on the head of my cock.I smiled, "That's helpful.""But probably not enough." She grabbed my stroke hand and placed her mouth on my cock, sucking away."I think that defeats the purpose of the assignment."She came off for a moment, "I don't care."Hannah soon had my entire shaft wet with saliva. She stroked me with her hands while sucking and churning the head in her mouth. The stereo filled the room with ‘Shout' from Tears For Fears. When I groaned my appreciation, I felt her finger at my ass. I think she had her juices on her finger because she slipped right in. She found my prostate."Oh god, Hannah. Hannah. Cumming. I'm cumming." The stereo rumbled; “Shout, shout, let it all out”.Everything sped up, her mouth, her fingers rubbing in my ass. I grabbed my knees and pulled my legs toward me. The point of no return approached and my world narrowed to my cock and ass. My body started quaking uncontrollably. Hannah's eyes were locked in on mine as she swallowed everything I shot. I threw my head back as my orgasm continued. All I could feel was her fingers rubbing my prostate and her mouth on my cock, churning, sucking, licking. I tried to say something, but a croaking sound came out.

Lecken ist doch nur das Vorspiel! Ja - so wird der Cunnilingus leider oft behandelt. Oft ist auch eine Erwartung damit verbunden und das Ziel ist Sex. Dabei können Frauen Lecken viel eher genießen, wenn es wirklich nur um sie geht in dem Moment. Gianna teilt ihre liebsten Tipps, damit die Frau es so richtig genießen kann. Natürlich beantwortet sie auch die Fragen der Community! Marc möchte wissen, wie er sich noch verbessern kann, er möchte wissen: Auf was stehen Frauen eigentlich beim Lecken am meisten? Lea konnte sich bisher nie so richtig entspannen. Sie hat immer Angst unangenehm zu riechen und fühlt sich unwohl dabei zu wissen, dass ihre Vulva von Nahem komisch aussieht. Wie kann sie lernen, sich noch mehr fallen zu lassen? Timo hatte vor kurzem einen One Night Stand, bei dem eine Frau ein Lecktuch benutzen wollte. Timo fragt sich jetzt - wie benutzt man die eigentlich so, dass der Sex trotzdem heiß ist? Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://paths.to/hotstuff Credits Host und Skript: Gianna Bacio Redaktion und Schnitt Wake Word: Mira Dönges Sound Design Wake Word: Fabian Schäffler Marketing Podimo: Majbritt Doege Executive Producer Podimo: Katharina Fräbel Cover Gestaltung: Tim Schöll

Yes, oral sex IS sex. Is it safer? Not necessarily. Does it keep you from getting pregnant? Sure. Can it be a great tool in your tool box for pleasure? Absolutely.We explore all things oral sex in today's episode. Our discussion includes anatomy, considerations for giving and receiving oral sex, and ways to incorporate this into your sexual “repertoire."You'll be encouraged to consider using things like rhythm, variation, and recognize that one interaction to the next may look different with the same or different partner.Lastly, we'll break down what research says about men's vs. women's perspectives on oral sex and who is really giving more oral sex, which may surprise you!Cover those little ears and enjoy another one of our favorite sex topics!

Promises To Keep. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. Note to readers: There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works. “Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give.” (From the floor of Katrina's office) First thoughts,  I was on the floor where I had fallen, surrounded and being manhandled in the tenderest way. That was a romantic means of relating to my mummification. Those little Band-Aids that had been applied when I woke up from my coma had failed the 'Cáel is a Smeckle-head' test. All the crud they had pumped into my system and amperage they had channeled through my muscles was not the same as eating and exercise. Having a sexual romp with two ladies? My Goddess made plans for my body that my caloric bank account couldn't afford, thus me passing out. Unlike my time with Miyako and Estere, I had a feeling my two sofa-buddies were ovulating. Fatherhood was on the way. How my infant would survive the continuous poisonous assault on the augur's lymphatic system was beyond me. Her guardian, let's just say I dealt with sneaky bitches/Dot on a regular basis and leave it at that. "He is awake," Tadêfi alerted the room. "You must leave so I can deliver my message to him in the privacy he requested." "I am almost done," a different Amazon voice stated. She was the medico dealing with my wounds. By the aroma, she had slathered on two coats of the healing goo that was becoming as comfortable to my nostrils as my soap-on-a-rope. A few more rounds of adhesive tape and the exodus from the room began. I hadn't opened my eyes because I was unprepared for the looks of anger, disappointment and concern surely leveled my way. The door shut and my eyes opened. "The Conqueror, the Champion, the Friendless and the Foe have all escaped the Land of the Endless Black Sands and returned to the Sunlit Realm," Tadêfi whispered upon my lips. Huh? That was it? Seriously, four freaking titles without, And here came the rest, faces. Faces with eyes and eyes with a purpose. Names, not names I wanted to hear at the moment. Bad fucking news all around. It couldn't be something helpful like the identity of the next High Priestess, No, that would be good fucking news. Okay, time to turn this frown upside down. I could make this work for me. How, I wasn't sure. "Thank you," I responded to Tadêfi's plea of understanding. Outside of having impregnating sex with me, the Sex-Master, Timothy was going to Nerf-shoot me for that, she'd endured spiritual, mental and physical grief and torment to be with me here today. She waited, kneeling beside my head. "Kiss me," I requested. It was a moist act, full of compassion and understanding. I racked my mind for the names and their importance. "Who was Shammuramat?" "I don't know, but this helps, right?" Tadêfi expressed her need to make the reward for the sacrifices to make sense. Five dead sister-augurs. They had to find that son-of-a-bitch! "Tadêfi, we are back in the fight," I grinned. "You and your sisters have given the Host a mighty weapon in the upcoming struggle." I knew that to be true because I knew who and where the Conqueror was, I knew he wasn't ready to be revealed, his enemies were closing in and he was ignorant of that fact. I was going to have to rain on his parade to save his life. The five augurs hadn't died futilely. The Weave of Fate had shielded the man and it took the augers' fanatical devotion to cut the threads and expose the truth the Host needed most. The Champion, hell, I knew who he was. I chuckled. Tadêfi was confused. The Champion was coming to kill me, me and a bunch of other Amazons, because blood feuds tend to run both ways. The Foe. He was easy enough. Granddad. The Bastard just wouldn't stay dead. I had a clue to what was going on now. I wasn't sure how useful that knowledge would be. Still, knowledge is knowledge. That thing crawling around inside my brain? No help there. That left Shammuramat. That name was familiar. Even when I finally placed it, I didn't understand her role in things. Why her? "Krasimira," I called out. I struggled to sit up and with Tadêfi's help, I did so. The Keeper and two guardians entered as well. One, Sikia, hovered over her companion/augur. "What is the link between Shammuramat and the Host?" I inquired. I saw no recognition in the Keeper's eyes. "She was the first ever "independent" queen of a nation-state, Assyria." Krasimira sat on the sofa and retrieved her tablet from inside her robes. She began working with the electronic history of the Amazon race. "9th Century BCE," I added. Slowly others migrated back into the room. Buffy, Katrina (not good and not happy), Elsa (really not good) and Desiree. Pamela leaned against the door sill, neither in nor out. Katrina sat behind her desk. The phone came out and whispered conversations began in earnest. I had shoved us straight into a war which looked like a free for all at the moment. No one trusted anyone. No one could afford to. I had to change that. The only saving grace was that it appeared no Secret Society had planned for the Protocols to abruptly end a week and a half ago. "Ah, I found it," Krasimira spoke up. Because I'm me, it was at that moment I finally realized that someone had put me in my biking shorts in an effort to provide me a modicum of modesty, with the benefit of blood being smeared on the inside. "She abandoned the Host, she was put under a death sentence for killing her twin sister who was chosen to lead House Anat over her." "Anat?" I queried. "The other dead First House," Krasimira sighed. "They were renowned for their berserkers. Some would drape themselves in the entrails of their enemies in the midst of battle to increase their ferocious appearance." "Oh, how sweet, what was Ishara known for?" I was surprised I'd never asked. "Ishara were the emissaries of the Host," Krasimira informed me. With the Amazon practice of killing embassies sent their way, the extinction of my house made much more sense. "What does this mean?" Desiree took charge of matters since Katrina was still busy on the phone. In a few short weeks, Desiree's prestige had definitely increased. Katrina was her sister in more than name now. "Where to begin,  Fine, why don't we refer to the Mycenaeans by their proper Amazon name?" Everyone but Buffy was glancing about nervously. "You used the name, didn't you?" Elsa rubbed the bridge of her nose, dreading the response. "Yes, " I answered. "Because no one warns him of shit," Pamela huffed. "You assume an Amazon education with no basis in reality. You act like he grew up with our fairy tales and phantasmal histories. Everyone in this room, but Buffy," she acknowledge my First, "knew he spoke our language and the accompanying risk. Still, no one warned him." "You didn't warn him," Desiree skewered Pamela with a glance. "Not my job, Buttons," Pamela chuckled. "I relish the rest of you being made to look like idiots too much to be useful to Cáel unless it really matters. So he invoked an ancient malediction. What is the worst that could happen?" "I'm going to make a huge deductive leap, am I the reason the Achaean hero Ajax and his boys are back from the dead and coming after us for some Ako-level vengeance?" I groaned. (That's the 47 Ronin for us Westerners) Silence. "That's not your fault, Sport," Pamela snorted. "Mano-man, was I a dumbass for doing nothing. I'll take the blame for that one ladies. Damn Cáel, you would have to pick the Unconquered One, wouldn't you?" "Who is this guy and why does he hate us?" Buffy interjected. Pause. "Our ancestors poisoned his wine so that, in his angry haze, he mistook his own men for his enemies and slaughtered them all, back during the Trojan War. Afterwards, he committed suicide in anguish over his crime, Death opened his eyes at the last, he saw our treachery and managed to curse us as he died," Krasimira informed the lot of us. "And my using that word brought him back? That sounds, weak," I grunted. "The word would not have been enough," Tadêfi comforted me. "There must have been some sort of rift in the curtain of Reality that allowed the others to slip through. I don't understand how, oh no," she gasped as the pieces came together. "I'm willing to believe that was the price of doing business," I petted Tadêfi's cheek. "Please enlighten us," Elsa grumbled. "I need to find the Earth  and  Sky ambassador and set up a new meeting. Using what Tadêfi has gifted me with and the sacrifice of her fellow augurs, I can secure an alliance for us if only I can make up for the whole stunt Troika played," I grinned. "Any ideas?" "We could call them," Pamela produced my phone. "Seems some lady named Hana Sulkanen has been trying for days to get in touch with you. She hunted down the owner of the necklace, they talked about your current physical state, courtesy of Odette, and the owner of the necklace has expressed a continued interest in meeting you, and only you. It would appear that they really don't trust the rest of our merry little band since your first disappearance." Hana, and here I had killed her step-brother, the one she despised. An unexpected benefit of civil discourse, my People's chance of survival had doubled. Pamela lobbed my phone and I caught it. "What of the other two?" Tadêfi pushed down on my euphoria. "Was the Foe dead as well?" A quick look at Pamela told me she knew the answer to that. "The Foe is complicated," I lied. "His return was an inevitability, so we count that as a draw. The Champion, bad news. Let's put Shammy in the 'maybe' column and the Conqueror is a win for our side." A Berserker Queen, fresh from the Underworld, who we were honor-bound to kill,  or the 'other lost heir to a dead House' that was going to make us cobble together some nonsense to bring her back into the fold. If I wasn't the male leader of a spiritually significant All-Girls social club/paramilitary outfit, I might have been daunted by my prospects of achieving the latter. "The thing going on inside your head?" Elsa asked. That explained her presence. My mental capacity was still suspect. Was I still me? Could I flip out with no warning? "It is still there. I still have no idea what happened to me, or what the results might be. This means I'm going into battle wounded and that's that," I stated. "Are you acting in the best interest of the Host," Elsa studied me. "I am not sure," I confessed after half a minute's introspection. "So many of you are fuck-nuts; I'm not sure what acting responsible is for this set," I added jokingly. "As it stand, you lack the authority to pass judgment on me, Elsa. I promise you that if I feel I'm losing control, I will turn myself in." "Saint Marie would feel better if you stayed here," Elsa insisted. "Is the SD declaring war on House Ishara?" Buffy rose to the challenge. "We (by that she meant my fellow Isharans) have discussed the matter and talked to our best neuroscientist. She cannot definitively tell us Cáel isn't Cáel, so there is no reason to constrain him." Whoa. In our best prospect's educated opinion I was not-not me. Legions of English teachers weren't going to like that. "I have the answer for that," Katrina spoke up. "I owe Cáel and I would pay that debt now. He expressed a desire to see my niece, Aya. Do you still wish that Cáel Ishara?" "More than ever, but the Council is meeting," I sighed. "Buffy is your (dead word spoken), your apprentice," Katrina suggested. "Appoint someone to stand with her." That was more than good advice. Buffy was a woman and, to those who knew of her, as fierce an Amazon as ever lived. That was what Katrina was telling me without telling me. "I choose Daphne Pile, if she will accept, to stand by Buffy's side," I announced. Buffy would need someone who was passionate for my cause and who spoke Old Kingdom Hittite. Buffy still didn't, and the chance of the Council speaking English on her behalf was non-existent. "That is Daphne of House Cotyttia," Pamela corrected me. Who Cotyttia was? I had no idea. I was stupid to think Daphne's actual Amazon surname was Pile. Daphne wasn't even around. Executive Services was functioning fine without me and that meant Daphne had a work queue. "The Thracian Goddess of Sex, Orgies, War and Slaughter," Krasimira gracefully filled in my ignorance. Another whoa, why wasn't she my matron goddess? Tadêfi hauled off and slapped me. The action seemed to take everyone, Tadêfi included, by surprise. "I don't know why I did that," Tadêfi wailed out in despair. I did. It didn't take telepathy to figure out what I had been thinking. To prove my point, Pamela laughed. I cupped Tadêfi's jaw. "Worry not," I cooed. "I had that coming, Dot Ishara," I dodged another one, "isn't happy with me right now." Recall, Tadêfi was hooked up to an old-fashioned party line with the Beyond. "Animaniacs," Pamela snorted. "I so love you. It is my deep and abiding pleasure to have you as my Grandson." "I'm not your grandson," I countered. "Well, I say you are. Now be quiet and accept the shame," Pamela's eyes danced with amusement. "That makes me, Daphne and Brielle incest," I pointed out. "Amazons don't have an incest taboo," Pamela retorted. Duh. They are all women, no chance of seven fingered, Cyclops babies. "Ah, women, misunderstanding and pain, Buffy, would you check out Quebec and see if I'm still wanted in that province for bestiality. It could be important later," I commanded. "Bestiality?" only one woman failed to mutter, sputter or exclaimed. "The complainant in question is not that pissed at you anymore," Katrina's rolodex mind kicked in. "I believe she expressed a desire to question you about some missing accoutrements though." My splitting headache meant I had to think about that, ah yes, her dress uniform. It was/had been Canada Day, thus her having an official function and thus me cheating with the girl from across the hall in the Mountie's bed. I'm an idiot alright and my ability to keep an eye on the clock needs improvement. My last image of her, frothing at the mouth (she was a tad more possessive than I had anticipated) as she screamed out insults in Quebecois French concerning my lineage, personality failings and the treasured parts of my anatomy. She punctuated various parts of that deranged episode by hurling articles of her clothing over the border at me as I turned (once I had good Ole US soil/pavement under my feet) and tried to get us back together. Yes, I had them, just not in my Box of Failed Romances. Acting on hopes of reconciliation, I had the uniform dry cleaned, placed in a dress bag, and the boots polished; both currently occupying space in my closet. At least the Alburgh-Noyan Crossing guards (it is a dual Canadian-American post) appreciated me evading/begging forgiveness long enough for them to see her in only her bra and panties. I imagine they didn't normally get much excitement there. "Katrina, " I began. "Yes, Maya forgives you too, though she scored an 'At Risk' for reliability. Anais sounded genuine," Katrina related. Anais was the Mountie. Maya was the Guyane Française university student from across the hall, the one I was caught cheating with. I had told her I was Anais's brother. Maya was also a super-exceptional cook. "Cáel Ishara, who are these women we are talking about?" Sikia demanded. 'We', that didn't take long. We were now a 'we', which in Amazon meant 'male, you're my property'. "I have a sideline job as an Amway distributor," I replied. "I give crappy customer service." "You give awesome customer service," Katrina riposted. "That's the problem." "Sikia, you are not the first Amazon Cáel has stuck his dick into. You are probably not the tenth," Elsa dripped with frustration. Quick count: Rhada, Buffy, Oneida and Gael, I was only going to count the penile-vaginal penetrations. "They are only numbers five and six, thank you very much," I defended myself. "So much for your 'intern, no sex' policy," Desiree muttered. "Cut me some slack, I work with stone-cold, Olympic level athlete foxes 24/7," I griped. "I am a sexual being too, I have needs." "What about the 'End of Internship' hunting shindig?" Desiree pulled a flawless 'Katrina'. "Oh, it is still on. With my 'do or die' learning curve, it is going to be so much more fun," I grinned. "And, okay, no more Amazon sex until then, sorry Rachel." "Except for house members," Buffy insisted. "No exceptions," Elsa demanded. "I'll keep an eye on him," Pamela resolved the issue. "No more Amazon boinking for him." She was such a liar. She was also a highly accomplished liar because everyone bought it. On with my life. Stage one: exit Katrina's office. Done deal, no problems. Stage two: set up meeting with the Earth  and  Sky. They wanted to meet on their ground. Since I was the uncertain factor in these negotiations, I agreed. I was bringing one, Pamela raised four fingers, four people with me. Who? Outside of Pamela, I had no idea. Stage three: going to medical and putting on my business suit, it was a new one and very, very nice. I was moving up into serious majestic magnate territory. I also picked up buddy number two, FBI Special Agent Virginia Maddox. Why had I chosen a federal agent to accompany me to a meeting between two secret societies? I hadn't a clue. Sometimes you have to roll with these things. In the lobby, I picked up number three, Delilah, Mom's MI-6 operative/baby-sitter. Compassionate, caring people were surrounding me all the time. It gave me this sensation of a 'down home' environment no matter where I went, if down home was Gaza, or Donetsk. I think my entourage/lifestyle observation teams had grown to encompass six cars. I was in no condition for riding my bike, so that recourse was denied me. Taxi? One, most were hard-working stiffs like my family who didn't deserve to be caught in a noontime, drive-by assassination attempt. Besides, with my luck I'd meet the guy from Qatar again, the one with the sister with cute eyes. That reminded me, I gave Nicole a call. "How are you doing?" she quickly inquired. "Good," I lied to a past master of shattering perjury. Pause. "I'm surrounded by girls with guns, tailed by your clients, some part of a Federal Task force and some people who I don't know yet. Hold on." I put my hand over my phone. "Delilah, are you packing heat?" I asked softly. She opened her jacket revealing paired revolvers in shoulder holsters. I didn't recognize them so the Brit gave me the 4-1-1. "Ruger Alaskans," she grinned. Bing! Now I recalled them. The girl who taught me to shoot once read some reviews of that beast on her laptop while I gave her a slow, passionate screw from behind. She became all hot and bothered, wiggling, squirming and generally having a grandiose time with my cock deep within. I repeat, this girl really loved guns, a huge cerebral G-spot for her. Oh yeah, the Ruger Alaskan is what you get if you are worried about Grizzly bears popping their heads through the tent flaps late at night. Delilah was probably packing 4 80's. Her guns would turn 250 kilograms of pissed off ursine into an excellent throw-rug in about two shots. In an urban environment,  well, maybe she thought the New York Giants were actually giants, or something like that. Two were overkill, unless you expected someone needing to borrow one. "Just checked. I remain the only one unarmed in my personal carnival of carnage, " my words trailed up to an unintelligible mumble. I was mumbling because suddenly four handguns were casually offered up for my use (Tiger Lily was holding one over her shoulder as she drove), in the same way you'd offer up some Nicorette to a man jonesing for a smoke. Rachel was kind enough to hand me my familiar Glock-22 and Ruger 38 caliber with their accompanying holsters. Two spare clips followed, then I stashed the lot. I scratched my calf. It took me a second to realize I was reaching for my pistol. No, not the one at my hip, or my ankle, but the one, in my boot? "Now that you've been handed firearms of dubious origin, can I get back to questioning you," the FBI agent intruded upon my ruminations. "We were discussing that list of people that are visiting a morgue instead of a court room. What can you tell me?" "Bye Nicole. Miss you. Being interrogated by a blonde FBI lady with a whips scar on her eyebrow and eyes that could scare a badger back into its hole. Later," I cut of my lawyer's fierce demand that I keep my mouth shut. "Nothing useful that wouldn't implicate myself and others in a criminal conspiracy," I answered her. "There is no way I'd name anyone else I suspect of involvement. I feel no guilt over what has happened, so no remorseful confession, and that is based on my belief that cosmic justice has been achieved." "You can't create lists of people for execution," Maddox persisted. "That negates the whole justice system and the principle of innocent until proven guilty." Wow! Except for the two of us, every other person in the car snorted their derision of Maddox's presumptive naiveté. "Do you even believe the tripe spilling from your pie-hole?" Delilah mocked Maddox. "I'm in law enforcement. That means I enforce the laws, not interpret them, or choose which ones I want to obey and which ones to ignore," Virginia fought back. "Love, that's crap and you know it. You are an agent of the US government. You bomb, drone-strike, overthrow lawfully elected governments and assassinate in your nation's best interests," Delilah countered. "You selectively enforce your Constitution when it suits you." "I'm law enforcement, not the military or foreign affairs. Know the difference," Maddox glared. "The pay master is the same,  you willingly collect your thirty pieces of silver; get off your high horse because you are in the shat now, Agent Maddox. I haven't known this crowd an hour and I know for a fact that you are the only US citizen onboard," Delilah chortled. "I don't know their bleeding nationality, but I doubt it is on the UN Charter." Maddox turned to me. "That was succinct and rather accurate," I murmured. "Special Agent Maddox, I have the sneaking suspicion that you are with us because FP (federal prosecutor) Castello feels you can handle this, Umm, unusual set of circumstance. I promise you this, it is going to get worse." "Why don't we test this quaint theory?" FBI Lass challenged us. "Jail, bail, and I'm waking up in Rio de Janeiro in two days," I sighed. "I have a few thousand in the bank, live in a hole and own my father's home, when it clears probate. Only you know I'm flight risk. A dozen people will vouch/lie about my character and that's that. All you've succeeding in doing is making enemies when you need friends." "There is still a matter of multiple people dead under suspicious circumstance," she said. "Imagine for a second that Cáel admits to creating a hit list," Pamela began. "He would never give up the names of the other people involved. He didn't kill anyone, or say 'kill them'. Now what? You still have an abysmal case to put before a judge. Add to that, the mitigating factor of a raped girl. You get to break her down until she's a cooperating witness because she's the only one who can provide you with Cáel's motive," my mentor continued. "Good for you and your team. She gets to betray the man who tried to save her. Cáel promised horrific retribution if any of those in the now-dead crowd hurt her. That is rather unlike him, he normally forgives when given the least excuse. I don't give a damn about women's rights, or the rights of rape victims. I really could give a shit about human rights for that matter. Wronging me is the surest way to early retirement. It is not a matter of strong versus weak, or right versus wrong. What matters to me is who I can trust. I don't know you, thus I don't trust you. I trust your government to be so much chicken shit. I base this on the lack of public torture and execution. I want the families of dying criminals paraded in front of those cock-suckers before the condemned finally perish in agony. I want to see thieves get their forearms hacked off, trial by combat, and respect for your elders. I want to see public officials being sacrificed upon the altar of Jehovah when they leave office. I want to see a system of justice with a soul, not law books thicker than an aircraft carrier's hull. A government 'of the People, by the People, for the People' should be the sole guiding force for your culture and we both know that's never going to happen. I admire your soldiers; not because they are brave and combat effective, they are. I admire them because they are fighting and dying for elected officials and a population that can't locate Afghanistan, or Iraq on a map, can't tell the difference between a Sikh and a Muslim, and thinks 'Pashtun' is an exotic piece of furniture. I admire them because they are better human beings despite you, not because of you," Pamela was coming to her crescendo. "Basically you people, by that I mean most of the human race, are dangerous in your idiocy, arrogance and pride in your ignorance. Not one of you should be allowed to use weapons, or play with fire. For you, unrestricted voting is a crime right up there with inventing, disease prevention, bilingualism and anything that perpetuates your educational system." "Lady, why are you so angry with the world?" Maddox studied Pamela intensely. I wished her luck with divining and then unwrapping that lady's mind. "I hold dear to my heart anyone's hunger to learn, honesty when it hurts and love no matter what the cost, so I find myself alone most of the time," Pamela grinned. "Above even those, I adore humor in the face of ridicule, condemnation and adversity. You can dodge bullets and parry knives. Humor always strikes home," she finished. "It is the perfect weapon." "Liar," I smiled. "You like high performance automobiles too." Did she? I didn't know. "Only with a 2X4 pressing the accelerator as it races toward the lip of a canyon," Pamela bantered back, "with Ursula K. Le Guin strapped in the back seat." "Who?" I inquired. "She's an author. I take exception to some of her work and unwillingness to appreciate the fusion of exceptional feminine characteristics with power positions," Pamela answered. "And your critique of her life's work is an exploding car at the bottom of a cliff?" I smiled. "Starting uncontrolled wildfires and littering, two of my favorite activities," she laughed. "I'll stick with blondes and brunettes, and red- and raven-haired, bald has its own appeal, green and purple have their own kink going on, " I joked. "Wait! We were talking about people being murdered and you two are cracking jokes?" Maddox rumbled. "I had a dream about tying them together with nylon cord and tossing them off the back ramp of a transport aircraft, and watching them fall, and fall," Rachel sighed dreamily. "Atta girl," I play-punched Rachel's shoulder. "What is your part in all of this?" Maddox turned to Rachel. "I'm the head of his bodyguard detail," Rachel gave her confession of the damned. "And you want to kill him, " Virginia struggled to keep up. "Given time, you will too," Rachel promised. "According to his pre-employment records, only one woman he's had a sexual relationship with hasn't wanted to at least hurt him," glaring at me, "badly." "The nun doesn't want me dead!" I vocally protested. "It is so wrong that you are proud that of over 200 women you've slept with, TWO have not, at some point in knowing you, wanted to maul you and one of those is in the 'forgiving' business," Rachel chastised me. Virginia had an answer for my madness. Her phone came out and she hit speed-dial, work. "Ms. Castello, this is Special Agent Maddox, do you have a moment?" Virginia calmly asked when she finally wrangled my current-favorite fed's attention. "You do now? Thank you. I'd like to know what the fuck have you done to me? This assignment is nuts. Either I'm part of some elaborate prank, or I'm in an S U V with escapees from the looney bin." Ten seconds later Maddox gave me the phone. "Stop it. I've upheld my end of the bargain, so behave," Javiera ordered. Man, she'd shot me straight to the core and we hadn't even slept together yet. Clever, clever girl. "Yes Ma'am," I swore. "I'll do my best to buffer Special Agent Maddox from the truth." "I'll have to accept that," Javiera conceded. "Give Maddox the phone back." A brief conversation later and Maddox was no better off than when she started. Thankfully we parked in front of the Kazakhstan Consulate in New York, giving us all an excuse to face facts. Maddox was feeling compelled to ask questions she didn't want the answers to, and that we didn't want to answer. Saved by work. "Kazakhstan Consulate? Why are we here?" both Virginia and Rachel asked. "Oh! This is going to be good," Pamela leaned forward excitedly. "Change the course of human history," I answered with a great deal of confidence I didn't feel. See, I had knowledge critical to the Earth  and  Sky. That knowledge was also something they wanted kept compartmentalized, so they might take exception to it being possessed by an outsider. Oh,  so that's why Pamela earlier insisted on four ladies being with me, so we could shoot our way out if things turned ugly. I hugged my mentor. "Thank you, Pamela." "You are coming along nicely, Mr. Potter," Pamela patted my cheek. "Your praise leaves me suspicious, Professor Snape. Besides, if I'm going to die, it helps me to know you'll go first ." "That was uncalled for," Pamela chided me. It was the 'Snape' role she rejected. "Snape gave up his life for Harry, Dumbledore died for Draco," I countered. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that," Pamela shone with joy and pride. "You act like I have a choice," I sighed. "Touché," Pamela nodded. "I see what you mean about these two," Maddox addressed Rachel. "Oh my God," Delilah laughed. "You wove Harry Potter into a life and death conversation and it made sense. I am probably going to die, but I'll die knowing I have lived." "Not you too?" Maddox glared at Delilah. Rachel just shook her head. We exited the car, settled ourselves out. Rachel took point, Delilah took one flank while Pamela took the other. By happenstance, I ended up in the middle, yeah right, with Virginia covering my back. "You stay here," Pamela put a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "You'll need to lead the team in if someone 'pumps up the volume'." Interesting euphemism for 'when people start killing people'. "What are we doing today?" Miyako 'appeared'. She'd been walking down the sidewalk toward us, the Kazak Consulate was a townhouse, but her presence hadn't registered. "I require your pledge of silence on what is to transpire. No death is intended," I stated calmly to Miyako. "I didn't know you were versed in ninja contracts, much less spoke Japanese?" Miyako responded. Blink. "I didn't know I spoke it either, " I mumbled. "No sweat," Pamela tried to hustle us along. "He's a quick study." Yeah. I didn't feel it apropos to point out I hadn't heard myself speaking Japanese, or understood that my words had some secret meaning. "How important is this to my people?" Miyako asked. Now that I was paying attention to it, I could make out that she was speaking in her native tongue. "If they don't think we can be trusted to not speak of what is to transpire for a week, they are going to kill us," I related my suspicions. "My mind and heart are joined in this decision." "I give you my pledge," Miyako nodded. She looped her arm in mine. "Does anyone care to enlighten me?" Maddox prodded. Whoa. It seemed that, beside me and Miyako, only Pamela spoke Japanese. "Special Agent Maddox, no matter what, don't give up your gun, when we say run, run, and shoot to kill because they will be trying to kill us," I informed her. "Does the term 'extraterritoriality' mean anything to anyone here?" Maddox snapped. Her nervousness was totally understandable. I stopped at the top of the steps, looking over my shoulder. I nodded. Pamela, Delilah and Miyako nodded as well. "Hold on, I can't believe I'm saying this. Does anyone have a back-up I can use?" Maddox groaned. Rachel quick-stepped forward and handed over a 22 automatic pistol then a spare clip with a smooth, practiced motion that suggested that SD swapped weapons all the time. Maddox didn't miss the casualness of the gesture. The firearm and magazine disappeared. "Fine, we will never discuss the laws we just butchered, ever, and if I die and any of you make it out alive, I will seek revenge at whatever cost FROM WHEREVER I AM," FBI girl growled. "One of us," Pamela smirked at me as I touched the doorbell. It opened promptly. We weren't on a crowded street, we were on their stoop and a security camera was pointed right at us. We were invited in and two rather Caucasian-looking gentlemen (Kazaks are a mixed bag of Turks and Cumans) were waiting with the doorman. They looked tough in that they took personality lessons from saddle leather. "You will place your weapons there," the more charismatic of the two spoke up. He was pointing to a side table that looked large enough for the task. "No," was the most courteous response I could muster. He didn't look surprised. He didn't look much like he was breathing, or blinking either. "Go," he pointed to the door. I looked to Pamela. "Well, that didn't take long," I grinned. I felt out the necklace under my shirt and pulled it over my head. "Please return this to its owner in the spirit it was given." He took it. The doorman opened the door and out we went. Rachel was back in our GL550, using the door as possible cover. She said we could take our seats and away we rolled. Maddox looked apoplectic. She had prepared herself for the Wild, Wild West, not a doe-see-doe at the door. In her mind, I had wound her up for nothing. My phone rang. "Cáel Ishara, there seems to have been a diplomatic miscommunication," a male native Turkish-speaker said in heavily accented English. "The person you are meeting must be approached in the spirit of peace." "No, I understood you perfectly," I assured him. "We aren't the Brownies, or the Girl Scouts, Buddy. I don't know, or trust you and you don't know, or trust me, yet. I will compromise though. I will respect your traditions. I will enter your home unarmed. In turn, everyone in the building will line up outside on the street except for the person I'm supposed to meet. Is that acceptable?" Pause. "Do you hate these people, or like them?" Maddox grumbled. "With you, I can't quite tell." "That would not be acceptable," the man finally responded. "Perhaps an alternative. You come in, alone yet armed." "Nope. Due to the efforts of people far smarter than me, I know pretty much who I am meeting, so I am either very rude, insane, or bear a message that is worth my life," I countered. "Your personal safety is guaranteed," was the counter-offer. "That is a false promise, not because you lack honor, or respect for me, but because you are from a wise and noble lineage with a historical propensity of cutting to the heart of any problem." By that, I meant they'd cut my heart out. "What I expect is for every one of you to hold the future of the Earth  and  Sky above any such concepts as personal promises, hospitality, and honor. I am even putting my faith in your willingness to put the survival of the Earth  and  Sky over your own well-being," I riposted. "If the message is so crucial, you should be willing to come alone," back at me. "It isn't important to me," I stated. "Listen, a war is about to break out. Unless we both want to be found all alone in the outhouse masturbating when the headsman comes, one of us has to blink. Today, it is you. Tomorrow you may be able to return the favor and mess with my head." Pause. "Your koumiss is getting warm." "We'll be right there. We apologize for the delay. Traffic is murder these days, or a close facsimile thereof," I gave a little back in the humility department. "Tiger Lily, " "On it, Ishara, Wakko Ishara. I've been circling the block," Tiger Lily had anticipated my antics. Sure, I acted like I had no game plan, but I never wasted people's time. Maybe if I developed an actual game plan I could do even better. "Wakko Ishara?" it was Delilah's and Maddox's turn to share a 'what the?' moment. "May I explain the sacred names?" Rachel requested of me. "I have a feeling these two might become a fixture." "By all means, Rachel. Our trust runs deep," I trusted Rachel with more than my life; I trusted her with my future. "Wakko, as in you're the nutty one?" Delilah made a stab at our arcane nomenclature. If you use small words does that make it gnomenclature? Pamela winked at me, psychic twin grandmother powers activate! "We need complementary rings," Pamela remarked. Sweet! "Cáel Ishara is differentiated as Wakko Ishara, Ishara, first of House Ishara, is Yakko Ishara, and, " Rachel began. "The Animaniacs? Your code names are the Warner Brothers and their sister Dot?" Maddox gasped. "You are beyond nuts." "And the Goddess Ishara is named, by House Ishara and House Ishara alone," Rachel made some warding appeal against divine punishment, "as Dot Ishara." Maddox's face shown with disbelief. "Following Cáel Ishara into battle has been one of my greatest pleasures," Rachel stared at Maddox. "I never knew insanity could be so liberating, or that laughing at death could be such an aphrodisiac." "When did you two go into battle?" Delilah wondered. "In a morgue, fighting to retrieve the body of his fallen father so that our enemies could not desecrate it," Rachel explained. Ah, the walls of Troy, fighting over the spoils of the dead. "You mean when I face-planted?" I grinned at Rachel. "Even without a weapon, your instincts were good, forcing our enemy to commit to multiple angles of coverage even though your efforts were foiled by a footing failure. Your rushing their leader was even more heroic in that you were unarmed and using your body as a decoy, knowing your enemy's superior skill would stop him from shooting you," Rachel smiled my way, sex. "Let me get this straight," Miyako finally spoke up. "You charged an enemy unarmed then stumbled and failed. They were armed?" "Yes, with a 3 57 Magnum revolver and a 10 gauge sawed-off automatic shotgun, in tight confines and close range, oh, and no cover." Maddox replied, then to me, "I read the report." "Then you repeated the action a few minutes," Miyako. "Less than a minute later," Maddox clarified. "A minute later, wow! You are as fearless as we've heard. Please don't die before we have a baby," Miyako gave me a quick hug. If you cover a zeppelin with uranium paint, can it still fly, or does it sink to the center of the Earth? Ninja babies, We had returned to the stairs at the Consulate. This time the door swung open upon our approach. "Is there some drug you are all taking to bask in this shared fantasy life?" Maddox mumbled. "One of us," Pamela retorted. "One of us." "One of us," I joined in. It helped cut the tension. The bodyguards were present right where we'd them last time. They ushered us up the stairs to a second floor sitting room that ate up half the floor. There were two men there; radiating that subtle assurance that a half-dozen killers were close by. The man standing was Iskender, the E and S emissary from Dad's funeral. I broke all decorum, strode to the man, locked arms, hugged him tight and patted him on the back. "Thank the spirits you are here," I whispered, "all this lack of dick is making me a bit stir-crazy." "Ah, yes, it is good to see you again too," Iskender imparted as we broke our embrace. His boss, the guy on the sofa, shot me and my Kyrgyz buddy a sharp look. The Main Man was clearly Mongolian and must have thought blank, white walls exhibited too much empathy. "Koumiss," the boss offered. I sipped it from a simple, yet regal drinking mug that probably hit the kiln 200 years ago. "Mare, or yak?" I inquired as I handed the cup around. Iskender came first, but it was clearly my intention that we all partake. It was more a matter of the host's pledge of sanctuary than me wanting to share the koumiss. It tasted like thin, lightly chilled, bitter beer with a vanilla-almond milk shake-chaser. "Mare, of course. Please sit," he offered. He defined the suggestion by slipping off the sofa onto the layered carpet rug. He was semi-reclined, so we followed suit. "We should pray for the protection of the spirits," was the suggestion that wasn't a suggestion. It was his itinerary. He clapped his hands and from beyond a curtained partition came this really sensual Mongolian chick carrying a large brass bowl. She flicked her eyes at me and an instant connection was formed. She liked to bark like a dog under the full moon, okay, I'm not sure where that came from. "Nice woman," I told the leader. "She looks like she has seen many winters." Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from? I got a shocked reaction from Iskender. The Leader looked pissed, if a flake of paint on the white wall indicated anger. The girl blushed like what I said was an incredible turn on. "She is my daughter," the Leader pointed out. Way past swallowing my foot. My ankle was tasty. "My name is Oyuun Tömörbaatar. My faithful Iskender, you know. This is my daughter T. Sarangerel. She is studying at N Y U and is not entertaining marriage proposals at this time," he slapped down his boundaries. Somehow 'I only want to sleep with her' didn't sound like the right response. Wait! Saying his 'daughter had many winters' was a marriage bargaining opening move. What the fuck! "What I meant was that surely many men have died trying to come before you," I back-pedaled. More happy looks from the daughter. More paint peeling from the dad. Pamela made sure more koumiss was going around. Getting drunk could hardly hurt at this juncture. Sarangeral placed the bowl between us. It was filled with clear, cold water undoubtedly collected from a mountain-fed glacier. "Let us cleanse our hands in the water so that we may speak with clarity," O. Tömörbaatar said. We dipped our fingers and, for a second, I saw him. Not 'O', but HIM. "It is good to finally meet you Ferko Ishara Cáel Nyilas," the man said. My Spidey senses told me he was feeling less 'good' about this meeting every second. "How can your people and mine better get along?" 'Let me impregnate your daughter', would probably get my skull split open. "No time for that," I replied. "I know where HE is. The Seven Pillars have found a way to search the Weave and are closing in. You must act with haste." Whether it was disbelief, or old schooled Ku Chun in the art of gambling, the older man gave no outward reaction. "Where is he?" O. Tömörbaatar asked in a gentle tone. "I can do you one better," I steeled myself for the unknown forces I was invoking. I put my hands on the bowl's lip and looked in. Several seconds later, he did as well. For a moment, nothing. It was like a ripple in reverse. The first earth tremor I barely noticed. The ripples grew and grew until I felt the whole row of townhouses would come crashing down. Wind snapped the locks on the windows, flinging them wide open and tearing at the curtains like streamers in a hurricane. Then we saw HIM clearly. HE stopped driving this old, beat-up Peugeot and was pulling to the side of a desolate stretch of highway. HE could sense something yet couldn't pinpoint the source of his unease. We definitely got the impression this wasn't his first taste of this experience, the Seven Pillars. He was young, maybe my age. He looked like an educated man turned vagabond/boundless traveler. HIS eyes, his eyes had a depth that were a microcosm of what I'd glimpsed in Ishara, Dot Ishara's unshielded glance when we first met. All lingering doubts vanished in my mind. "I know that place," O T muttered, his eyes fixated on the only feature in the vacant expanse, a road sign, in Chinese. Yikes. "I know that place." The image faded. Our meeting venue was intact. Whatever I felt transpire, I had shared with O. Tömörbaatar alone. "You have work to do," I stated as I cleared my throat. "I will leave you to it." I stood. "What do you wish for this gift?" O T reached out and touched my sleeve. "When the time comes, maybe you can help us," I replied. "A man who asks for nothing can expect anything," O T smiled for the first time. "Go." I did not take a fear-free breath until the cars started up and we pulled away. He'd let us live. Even with that priceless piece of magical insight, he'd let us live. "I'm still stunned we got out alive," I sighed. "I wasn't really sure he'd take the news as well as he did." No one said anything for a minute. "Why would he have killed us?" Delilah inquired. "You, I understand. I don't know what you communicated to that young lady, but the old guy wasn't happy about it. He was going to kill us over that?" Pause. "What did the rest of you see and hear?" I looked around the cabin. Pamela appeared worried. "I didn't know you spoke Chagatai," Miyako smiled at me. "You are full of surprise. I only caught a word, or two, and none of it made sense." "MRI," I groaned. "Magnetoencephalography," Pamela said in the same breath. "Mine is better, Boyo." "What is going on?" Rachel upped her alertness level. "We need to take Cáel to a hospital that has a Magnetoencephalography device," Pamela insisted. "He's spontaneously speaking languages he didn't know moments earlier, " Maddox put things together first. The rest nodded at her assessment. "We'll need to have his records from Havenstone sent over as a baseline." Poor Virginia, the absurdity of my life was sucking her in. "I'll call Katrina," Rachel informed us. I was a mental case once more. At least my input was still being solicited. "How many guns do you have on you?" Pamela zinged me. The answer was obvious, two. My Glock and my back-up. That didn't seem right. "Ah, two?" I responded. "Yeah, something is happening to your muscle memory as well," Pamela shook her head. "What exactly does that mean, and what's wrong with Cáel's brain?" Delilah studied the group. "It means he could spontaneously pull out his gun and start shooting us?" Pamela confessed her uncertainty. "I don't know. We'd better figure out which impulses are his guiding light right now before that happens." "I don't even know how to begin reporting this," Maddox muttered. "Cheer up. Our Cáel is still currently in charge. Did you appreciate how he lured in that young Mongolian girl? That's classic Cáel," Pamela comforted the crowd. I was saved from a straightjacket because I was a 'Playa'. (Meadowlands Medical Center in far off New Jersey) I'm not political. For me, that means I am completely and utterly dedicated to whatever doctrine that the cutest political campaigner in front of me endorses. Fifteen minutes on the internet and you can fake it like a pro. Be careful to be with the winning team when the results come in. Nothing makes a political chick go wild like sneaking into the candidate's office and screwing her on the newly elected/re-elected figure's desk. Let her scream out her idol's name. Odds are neither of you will be welcomed back afterwards anyway. Why politics now? Javiera called some people. I had a sneaking suspicion that someone I knew and trusted got in touch with my 'Aunts' as well. All I knew for sure was the Hospital's Administrator's phone began ringing off the hook and I'd become the hospital's number one priority. The hospital staff was visibly irritated with the clout raining down on their heads for about an hour. Once they digested my Havenstone records, all of that changed. Holy 'Published in The New England Journal of Medicine', someone had drilled a micro-surgical hole in my skull in the middle of a wrestling match with no resulting cerebral scarring. THEN this unknown device shot into my skull with pinpoint accuracy and pumped a ghastly amount of energy into my cerebrum. They were fascinated. They were so fascinated I heard two medical technicians mutter about where the Zombie Survival Guide could be found. They triple checked my vital signs, again. I was still as much alive as when I checked myself in. There was a rumor that a fire ax disappeared from a stairwell close by, but not one confessed to the deed. I was speaking in languages I had no reason to know? They were surprised I could contain my mouth drool. It was somewhat disheartening to hear three seasoned physicians discuss what probable scenarios could explain me still being in a non-vegetative state,  or alive for that matter. Some poor nurse had to ask. "Do you feel an unnatural, interest in human brains?" she whispered when she though no one was close by. "I'm not sure what you mean," I whispered back. "I always respect a woman's intelligence. Sex is a cerebral passion. What's the point if you can't communicate with your partner?" Pamela slapped me upside my head. That disturbed just about everybody else in the vicinity and my mentor was promptly exiled from the room. I was curious about what havoc she was perpetrating on this establishment. My condition had gotten her past all the heavy security and I knew without seeing that someone high ranking had misplaced their ID badge. Maybe Pamela was the love-child of Batman and Cat woman. Before you think that's comic fanboy talk, recall what my life was like at that moment. Tests ensued. The staff decided that Havenstone employed a bunch of quacks and snake charmers. Two hours later, they found out they were wrong. Larger battery of tests, same results. I was the second coming of Christ, back from the dead, or a zombie living in a convincing state of denial. Some folks wouldn't let that go. Pamela had proved to be prophetic. Her pet gizmo finally provided a new picture of what my neural pathways were up to. If there is any doubt, 'I've never seen that before' is not what you want to hear one of North America's experts in the field of neuroscience say. The first educated opinion was that I suffered from chronic traumatic encephalopathy, that meant I was hit in the head a lot. Normally that diagnosis comes in the midst of an autopsy. I was having paralytic seizures. They had me juggle a squeeze-ball, then two and finally three. My perfect performance frustrated them. Women find relatively simple carnival tricks to be seductive. Pluck a card from a girl's bra gets you both to some dark corner, hungrily looking for the rest of the deck, I speak from experience. Next up at bat: 'I was possessed', I shit you not. Holistic medicine was right on board with the team. Was I influenced by a supernatural power? Yes I was. So claimed the majority of people on Earth. Did I receive specific instructions? Yes, and so did practitioners of Voodoo/Vodun on three continents. I added that I attempted to evade said instructions when I could. Did I have 'evil' impulses to hurt myself, or others? Huh? For starters, my matron goddess was more of a 'fucker' than a 'fighter' and her instructions were always suitably vague, the same way a Philosophy professor would give you a ten word pointless sentence on Friday and expect you to have a 250 page doctrine on Monday morning. That hit home. Too many normally smart people take a philosophy class in college hoping for an easy-A. Some teachers love dissolving those delusion, sitting back and watching your hopes and dreams of task-free weekends go down the drain. The more obscure the discipline, the more perverse the desire. That is why you always pick a teacher of the opposite gender (if in doubt, use a gay/lesbian test) and keep 'sex for grades' on the menu. Was I suffering from optical illusions, or phantom noises? Straight to the point, yes, I saw and talked with ghosts. So did the Long Island Medium, the casts of Ghost Hunters, Paranormal Witness plus George Anderson and Chip Coffey. To my credit, I didn't do it for profit, or in order to influence people. Was I seeing ghosts now? I was in hospital, so odds weren't bad. I had every non-ghost raise their left hand. No ghosts. Was my paranormal dementia pre- or post-brain trauma? Did seeing a college student being called before his class and successfully accused of plagiarism on his senior thesis, turning him into one of the Restless Dead count? No? My 'disputed' abilities were all post-college employment, thank you very much. Did the ghosts possess me/tell me to do things? I was not possessed and, discounting sexual bondage and my current work venue, had never been possessed. From my limited exposure, ghosts wanted to not be alone in the afterlife, to be guided to a final resting place with others of their kind/family/friends. None had taught me languages, asked me to steal something, or kill anyone. Had any done so, I would have denied them. Such actions were immoral and I could still freely differentiate between right and wrong. I preferred to commit wrong on my own initiative and making me do good was a chore most sane people abandoned after a few days. I took a Rorschach test. The results were predictable because I had taken old 'R' several times before. Just like every other time, I'd mixed up sexual innuendo with a psychological test to seduce the test-giver,  everything reminded me of intercourse. I changed it up with this girl. I gave her numbers. Sometime after I was long gone, they were going to figure out the ink blots were numbered after whichever erotic positions from the Kama Sutra I was reminded of at the time. I knew that wasn't being helpful and I was certain I wasn't a brain specialist. I also knew Rorschach wasn't the key to solving my woes. Final remaining hypothesis, I was utilizing 30 % of my brain capacity with three independent patterns emerging, not the usual 5 %. For that to work, my brain had to be oozing out my ears because brains generate a terrific amount of heat. My temperature was a steady 37.3 C (99 F) and my ear channels were free of obstruction. Hey man, cleaning your ears is quick and easy. Don't risk turning off a date with misfortunately located ear-hair and wax. How was my brain shedding the heat? Their solution, let's do a Spinal Tap. No way. I'd seen that band and they were all extremely fucked up, even for old guys. I wasn't going down that road. They insisted. I suggested that I consent to the procedure with the condition that I received no pain killers/sedatives of any kind and I got to grab and hold onto the testicles of my two, current, least favorite doctors. When they realized I was deadly serious and immovable on the issue, they came up with a new plan, no Spinal Tap. Gutless sissies. Into this vacuum of information, a brainstorm emerged (besides my inexplicable one). They would talk to me, no more interrogations, an actual verbal exchange. They couldn't come over and start flapping their gums like some punk rock band with no talent. They were suddenly worried about 'concerning' me and 'agitating my unstable state'. I pray to Goddess Ishara that one day soon they play back the tapes of their early hours working on me and pay close attention to my facial expressions of shock, horror, fear and depression as they clearly and openly talked about me as if I was the Fiji Mermaid. But hey, a few of them were kinda cute, so in the final analysis all that emotional trauma worked its way out. Hospital highlights: (Understand, I was lying on a table while various specialists prodded and talked about me as if I wasn't there. To strike back at reality, I throbbed my penis every time this cute Parasitologist looked at it. Finally ) Female Chief of Neurosurgery: "Did anyone think to study changes in is body's nervous system?" (Guilty looks all around) Neuro Surgeon: "What are all these needle marks?" Havenstone Medico, "Those are muscle stimuli insertion sites. They kept his musculature from atrophying while he was in a coma." Neuro Surgeon: "Let me get this straight. This man had a lightning bolt go off in his head and part of your healthcare regimen was to run a constant current of electricity throughout the rest of his body." (Scathing looks at the Medico from everyone else, jackals) HM: "He has retained excellent muscle tone." Neuro Surgeon: "Have you even taken the Hippocratic Oath?" HM: (offended) "Of course not, he's Greek." Neuro Surgeon: "What does my patient being Greek have to do with anything?" HM: "Not him (pointing at me). Hippocrates, he was a Greek. Cáel is Magyar/Irish Gaelic." Neuro Surgeon: "Helpful, that's not. He seems to have a great deal of bruises and scarring, some of it certainly received over an extensive period of time. Is this your work?" HM: (in a positive note) "No. It has not been my pleasure to spar with Cáel yet." Neuro Surgeon: "Isn't he a bit, big for you?" &

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After Lab One, the students exchange places for Lab Two. Fallatio & Cunnilingus. By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories. Lab One was done, and 6 students reclined in their chairs, in the bliss of post-orgasm. The professors, Phoebe & Antonio Garza, were admiring the success of their well-prepared lesson plan. But they need things to move along and keep the class on schedule. The professors marked some charts as the students participated in Lab One. They were graded on how well they followed both the instruction and the demonstration that the professors provided. Lab Two The 12 students were in the same pairs, for this 2nd lab, as they were for the 1st. The partners were as follows: ·      Erika & Jackson. ·      Rebecca & Devon. ·      Alexis & Thomas. ·      Bethany & William. ·      Michelle & Bruce. ·      Elizabeth & Malcolm. Bruce led the way as he got up excitedly, and helped Michelle to her feet before getting her to sit back down on the chair and spread her legs. Michelle was already incredibly wet in anticipation, and she was also very turned on from having just swallowed Bruce's cum, her first-ever. Bruce immediately dove between her legs and began to lick her sweet pussy. As he pushed his finger inside Michelle, Bruce was a little surprised to find how tight Michelle was inside. ‘Wow! She feels like she's never had a cock inside of her,' Bruce thought, ‘I really hope I get the chance to stick my cock inside of her at some point because this tight pussy is going to feel so good.' Michelle laid back and enjoyed Bruce's oral attention, knowing that it wasn't going to take long for her to have an orgasm since she was already so aroused. Everyone else in the class began to switch with their partners and soon the classroom was once again filled with the sounds of people moaning in pleasure. Rebecca was working hard to get much of Devon's huge cock in her mouth and was just marveling at how big he was. ‘Wow, I'm definitely going to have to feel this pussy stretcher in me at some point,' thought Rebecca. Devon was just laying back and enjoying the attention Rebecca was paying to his cock. He had never had a girl touch his cock and now one of the best looking girls on campus was sucking him off. He knew he wouldn't last very long and so he looked down to admire Rebecca's big ass before once again focusing on her big green eyes as she serviced his cock. Jackson was so turned on that he knew he was going to finish very quickly, after Erika put his cock in her mouth. Erika wasn't the best at giving a blowjob but Jackson was so pent up he didn't even care, and looking down behind her head to see her nice round ass. He got distracted as he saw her big tits bouncing while she bobbed on his cock. It was too much for Jackson, and he tapped Erika on the shoulder and moaned, “Oh god, yes!” as he began ejaculating in Erika's mouth. Erika, surprised at the quickness of Jackson's orgasm, quickly began trying to swallow his semen. Alexis was working really hard to get Thomas's fat cock in her mouth but she was having trouble getting past the head. Thomas realizing her difficulty grabbed her head so she would look up at him and told her, “That's okay just keep sucking on my head and looking at me. That will be enough to get me off.” She looked up at him with her big brown doe eyes and just continued licking the head of his fat cock. Malcolm decided that he wanted to pay attention to Elizabeth's big breasts first. So he started licking one of her nipples while fondling the other tit, while his other hand got busy between Elizabeth's legs, fingering her. Malcolm still couldn't believe that such a short skinny girl could have such big tits but he realized they were definitely real as he was fondling them. Hearing Elizabeth's moaning getting louder he realized that he should start licking her pussy soon before he made her cum just from fingering her, so he got between her widely-parted legs and began licking away. Bethany was enjoying William's efforts as he licked away at her pussy. ‘Wow! William is pretty good at eating pussy. Definitely better than I would have expected.' Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice behind her. “Here, William; let me help you out a bit,” she turned around to see Mr. Garza standing behind her. Mr. Garza then reached around and cupped one of Bethany's huge boobs in each of his hands. He then began fondling Bethany's large tits and said, “Wow Bethany you have such nice breasts and I can tell that they are real, which is very nice to see with breasts this large.” Bethany just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of William licking her pussy while her teacher fondled her huge tits in his strong hands. All the sudden the combined pleasure of what the two men were doing to her was too much, and Bethany felt herself began to experience one of the best orgasms she had ever had, as she moaned loud enough for the entire class to hear. Hearing Bethany's orgasmic moans and feeling Bruce's tongue and middle finger inside of her, was too much for Michelle as she started a very powerful orgasm. Bruce felt Michelle's already tight pussy get even tighter on his finger, as she started orgasming and he continued to lick her rock-hard clit through her orgasm. Rebecca's continued assault on Devon's huge cock was too much and he moaned, “Oh please don't stop.” Rebecca gave the big cock a few more bobs before she felt his testicles tense up in her hand, and immediately pulled up so just the head of Devon's cock was in her mouth as he began ejaculating. After all the attention Malcolm had given her, and all the stimulation of sex moans going through the room, Elizabeth could no longer take it. She grabbed Malcolm's head and pushed it between her legs and started cumming like crazy, having her legs shake a bit in the process. Alexis was still working on Thomas's fat cock head and her attentions were getting him very close. He told her, “Oh god, Alexis don't stop, you're doing so well. Oh! I'm so close, keep going Alexis.” Following his encouragement Alexis started sucking at his cock head harder while her tongue found the sensitive underside of his glans. She was rewarded with a large load of cum very quickly. She worked at swallowing all of Thomas's semen while he continued to cum in her mouth. Eventually, the excess ran down her chin. As his explosions subsided, she gave the underside of his tip one last tickle. Thomas pleaded; “Stop!” Alexis slid back off his tip, causing an audible smacking sound. Then she looked into his eyes with a sultry smile; while slowly scooping his excess spunk from her chin with her finger. Unaware that the entire classroom was watching her, she slowly lifted her frosted finger to her tongue and licked all the icing off, then inserted her wet finger deep into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. Then she winked at him. Silence continued in the room, until the professor spoke. “All right, now that everyone has reached a satisfying orgasm, you are free to leave,” Mr. Garza told the class. “Now remember if at any point you want to practice what you have learned you are free to practice with one of your classmates,” Mrs. Garza reminded the students as they started getting dressed and getting all of their stuff together. “No one is required to do anything outside these structured labs. And please; do not discuss anything from these labs with anyone, even each other. What happens here, stays here. You all want your privacy respected.” When the students were dressed, Mr. Garza pressed the button by the chalkboard, and remotely unlocked the classroom doors. Session Two Dismissed As the students left the classroom, several of them pulled out phones and asked for their lab partner's numbers. Professor Phoebe felt her Antonio come up behind her, and press his once again rock hard cock, against her round ass. He then reached up to cup one of her large tits in each of his strong hands. “So what did you think about that lesson?” he asked Phoebe, as he fondled her breasts while rubbing his hard cock against the crack of her large ass. “It certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself when you were sucking on Malcolm's huge cock head. I might have to punish you for that later,” he added as he whispered in her ear. “As I recall, you enjoy the fact that I enjoy having a cock in my mouth,” she responded, as she grounded her ass harder into his cock. “Besides it's not like you weren't enjoying yourself when you were holding on to Bethany's huge tits while William was licking her pussy.” “Well I was just following your example,” he said to his wife. “Now why don't you go over to the table and bend over so you can receive your punishment.” “Yes sir,” Phoebe responded to her husband's discipline fantasy, as she moved to bend over the teacher's table while shaking her shapely rear end enticingly. Antonio then walked over to his wife. He admired her firm round ass while rubbing one hand up and down her cheek enjoying the smoothness of her skin. He then brought his hand back to give her a firm but pleasurable smack on her ass. Phoebe yelped slightly as she enjoyed the ‘punishment'. Antonio gave his wife's fantastic ass a couple more spanks before bringing his large cock up and smacking his cock against his wife's ass. “Oh babe enough teasing I really need it now,” Phoebe moaned to her husband, her pussy was practically dripping after the display in the classroom and the teasing spanks from her husband. With very little warning, Antonio quickly shoved his large cock into her pussy. “Oh yeah babe give me that big fuck pole!” Phoebe yelled. Antonio had his head back enjoying the fantastic sensations of his wife's tight pussy grabbing his thick cock. He then looked back down to see her nice round ass bounce each time he thrust his cock deep inside of her. “Wow baby you just have such a nice ass, I love this view,” he said. “Here let me show you how you can enjoy the view even more,” she said back to her husband as she placed her hand on his hip so he would stop thrusting for a moment. Antonio stopped his thrusting, just leaving a bit of his cock still in his wife and watched as she proceeded to back her ass up on his cock before getting into a rhythm so that she was bouncing her round ass on her well-hung man. “Oh yeah babe how's that view? Are you working up a big load for me?” she asked. “Oh yeah baby I'm definitely working up a huge load for you in these big balls of mine,” he responded. “Oh babe, give it to me I want to feel you shoot your nut up inside of me. Come on give me your nut,” Phoebe begged. All the pleasure and encouragement was too much for Antonio and he pushed his large cock as far as it would go into his buxom lover, while reaching up to grab her swinging tits in his hands. He then unloaded his pent up cum into her with extreme force. “Oh yeah babe, I can feel you shooting it all inside me. I'm going to cum too!” Phoebe wailed as she started having and orgasm. She could feel her pussy grabbing Antonio's ejaculating penis as she had one of the best orgasms of her life. Phoebe couldn't believe how much cum he was shooting into her, Wow he must have really enjoyed the students' display if he's cumming this hard, she thought to herself. Eventually, Phoebe's orgasm wained, and Antonio pulled out his exhausted cock from his sex-goddess wife. Phoebe then turned to look at her man and said, “Wow babe, I thought you shot a lot of cum into my mouth earlier, but that was a huge load. I can still feel it deep in my pussy.” “Yeah, I don't know what happened, but it felt so good to shoot that much cum in you. I guess seeing all those students performing oral sex was more stimulation than I realized. I can't wait for these sessions to continue. I especially can't wait until we get to the end of the class and we get an opportunity to fuck the students,” he said. “Yeah I know what you mean. After seeing all of those girls sucking the boys' cocks I can't wait to try having those young cocks inside me,” she said. “Well now, time to prepare for the next lesson.” Session Three Devon greeted his classmates in the hall of the building, He was surprised at being the last student to arrive. His nerd reputation might just took a direct hit. But he was happy to be greeted so warmly by all of them. And especially when Rebecca, his lab partner from last session, winked at him. All of the students were waiting outside the classroom door when the lock buzzed and opened for them. As they filed in and walked down the many steps toward the front, Mr. Garza counted all 12 students, then pressed the button again and the locks clicked. Then the classmates began stripping off their clothes in excited anticipation of what today's sex lesson would hold. Once all the students were completely naked and situated on the sofas, Mr. and Mrs. Garza stood to greet their students completely nude. “I want to commend the entire class on both your presentation and deportment in the last session.” Mrs. Garza said. “You all seem to keep very good personal hygiene. That's essential. And you all demonstrated kindness, patience, and encouragement to one another. We can't say enough just how essential that is to positive and pleasurable human sexuality.” “We hope that continues,” Mr. Garza added; “and you all spare us the uncomfortable duty of speaking to you personally about either your hygiene, or your unconstructive interactions with others in the class.” “Now class I'm sure some of you are already anticipating this, but, today we will be talking about sexual intercourse, or what is commonly referred to simply as sex,” Mrs. Garza said to the class. “I'm sure most of you know this but, sexual intercourse is when the man puts his penis inside the woman's vagina,” Mr. Garza said to the class as his own penis had reached full erection from seeing his attractive young female students naked. “I'm sure most of you know, sexual intercourse is how a man gets a woman pregnant, but I know all the young ladies in this class are taking their birth control so we won't have to worry about that,” Mrs. Garza commented to the class, “and let me tell you young ladies it a very good thing that you are on birth control because feeling a man's penis ejaculating inside of you is an amazing experience.” “Another thing to note about sexual intercourse is there are a number of different positions you can have sex in,” said Mr. Garza. “We believe that it would be too difficult for just the two of us to show you all the different sexual positions. So after the fantastic results of last class period, we decided that we will pair all of you up so that you can show your classmates all the different positions,” Mrs. Garza told the class. This caused quite a bit of excitement amongst the students, as they were surprised and intrigued that they would get to have sex with their classmates so quickly. Mr. Garza addressed the class, “so what we will do now is pair each of you with a new partner. Once we pair you with your partner we want the two of you to get together and start arousing each other. Once all of you are properly aroused for sex then we will let you know what position you and your partner are going to demonstrate for the class.” Lab Three “Now let's figure out what these partnerships are going to be,” Mrs. Garza said excitedly. “Now, let's have; ·      Rebecca & Bruce. ·      Bethany & Devon. ·      Erika & Malcolm. ·      Alexis & Jackson. ·      Michelle & William. ·      Elizabeth & Thomas. Well these all seem like good partnerships. Now get together with your assigned partner, and remember what we learned from our previous lessons, and use those techniques to arouse your partner, sexually. Alright, chop chop; go get together and find a place to sit with your partner.” All the students got up from their sofas and proceeded to meet up with the student they had been partnered with. For most of them, their bashfulness came back, and this was a reality check. They were expected to immediately be affectionate and spontaneous, without the direct coaching of the professors, to blame it on. Mr. and Mrs. Garza started to walk around the classroom to observe how their students were preparing for the next part of the lesson. Eventually, the 6 pairs found ways to get past all inhibitions, and the foreplay was well underway. Jackson was gently sucking on one of Alexis's pert nipples, while one of his hands was busy between her legs fingering her. Alexis, for her part, had her hand wrapped around Jackson's erect cock, and was slightly stroking it, but seemed more occupied with what Jackson was doing to her. Bethany and Devon were intensely making out, while Devon had one of his hands fondling Bethany's huge breast, Bethany was busy using two hands to stroke Devon's long, fat cock. Michelle had already taken William's cock in her mouth, and was giving him a relaxed blowjob, while also having one of her hands in between her own legs, rubbing her clit, to make sure she was prepared for her first cock. Thomas seemed to have a similar idea to Michelle, as he was in between Elizabeth's legs licking away at her pussy while the short, stacked student gently fondled her 34D breasts. Thomas also had one hand wrapped around his thick cock, to make sure it stayed hard for Elizabeth. By far, one of the most interesting ways the students were practicing foreplay was Rebecca and Bruce. Rebecca had positioned her backside so that she was grinding her large, fat ass into Bruce's cock while he had one hand reaching around grabbing one of Rebecca's firm 34B breast while his other hand was reached around, busy between her legs fingering her very wet pussy. Finally they observed the last couple, as Erika had Malcolm's very fat cock head in her mouth, and seemed to be sucking on it, quite successfully. Not to be outdone though, Malcolm had one hand busy between Erika's legs, as he eagerly fingered her, while using the other hand to hold onto, and gently massage one of Erika's large, heavy tits. As they watched their students please and arouse each other, Mrs. Garza reached out to grab hold of her husband's cock, to find it as hard as she could ever remember feeling it. She gave her husband's hard 9-inch shaft, several short strokes before she addressed the class again. Missionary Position “Alright, now that everyone seems properly aroused, I think it's time to proceed to the next part of the lesson.” Her ‘professor' voice seemed to bring the students out of a sexually induced stupor, and they all turned to pay attention to their buxom teacher. “Now the first position we are going to demonstrate is called the missionary position. This is one of the most common positions in the world, and is very popular. Now for this position the woman lies on her back with her legs spread, while the man gets in position on top of her, so they are face-to-face. Once the man is in position between the woman's legs he slides his penis inside of her. In this position he is free to kiss the woman on her lips, or if he so desires he can pay attention to and kiss her breasts; or sometimes just to look into her eyes.” The six paired-off couples continued to fondle each other while the lecture continued; “Now since the woman is underneath the man, she doesn't have the ability to move as much, but she can still kiss and make out with the man. Also, something that both partners find enjoyable in this position is when the woman wraps her legs around the man and brings his hips closer to her. This helps to pull the man's penis deeper inside the woman, and lets the man know how much she is enjoying him,” Mrs. Garza told the class. “Now let's see who should our first couple be? I think that we will have William and Michelle start us off with our demonstrations.” Demonstration One Michelle gave William's fat cockhead one last good suck, before she stood up. William eventually got up, still in a bit of a daze from Michelle's fantastic blowjob. He looked up to see Michelle walking toward the tumbling mat, that the teachers had put out for the demonstration. She turned around to look at him, and when she noticed he wasn't following her, she shook her ass a bit to entice him to follow her. William quickly awoke from his trance by the giggles of the classmates, then got up and followed Michelle over to the mat. Michelle laid down on the mat on her back and spread her legs a bit to show William what he was aiming for. Michelle had a beautiful brown landing strip of pubic hair on her otherwise shaved pussy. Her outer labia was thick and engorged even wider, from the foreplay and anticipation. William was very excited for this part of the lab, and quickly got between Michelle's spread legs. As he was about to plunge his cock inside her he felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned around almost getting one of Mrs. Garza's golden breasts straight in his mouth. Mrs. Garza crouched down with him and said, “Now before you just shove your cock inside Michelle you need to make sure she is ready for you.” Mrs. Garza then reached down and grabbed William's thick cock. “Well, I see Michelle definitely got you ready for her. That's one hard cock you have, now. So what you should do first is gently rub the tip of your cock against her vagina to make sure she is wet and ready for you. Like this,” and with that she took William's cock and began rubbing it against Michelle's slit. William could feel Michelle's wetness spread across his cock head. Michelle began to moan as she felt William's fat cockhead rub against her slit especially when Mrs. Garza pushed William's cock against her clit. “Class, circle around and observe.” Mr. Garza added; “Take note of Michelle's wide-set labia. As a female becomes very aroused, her outer labia becomes puffier and slightly more wide-set. It's yet another way to affirm that she's ready for intercourse.” Mrs. Garza gently squeezed Michelle's engorged labia to emphasize the point. Mrs. Garza stood back up and said, “Well it seems like she's ready for you, William. Why don't you give it a try.” William then grabbed his thick hard cock and lined it up with Michelle's vagina. As he tried to push in he couldn't get it in so he pulled back and tried again. On the second try he was only able to get the head of his cock inside Michelle and she cried out as she felt his fat cock head enter her pussy. The other partners were standing above the demonstration, and couldn't see the bit of blood trickle down Michelle's labia. They had no clue she was ending her virginity in front of the classmates and professors. William knew. He stopped for a moment and laid his body gently onto her, his cheek pressed against hers. “Are you okay?” he whispered softly. “Oh, gawd, yes!” She softly assured him. Now don't draw attention to my secret, and let's have a good slow fuck. I need to pass this class.” Then she grabbed his face and opened her mouth to give him her tongue, in a sloppy, arousing exchange. Eventually, William's cock hungered to go deeper. Eventually his cock resumed it's descension. ‘Holy cow! her pussy is so tight I can barely get my cock inside her,' William thought to himself. ‘Let me just go slowly at first and let her adjust to my cock.' William began slowly moving his cock in and out of Michelle's pussy getting a little deeper each time. “That's real good” she assured him. “You're doing just fine. I'm loving this!” Eventually he was able to get all of his cock inside Michelle. As he felt her pussy adjust to his large intruder, he raised up off her chest and looked down at Michelle, then softly asked if she was okay. “I'm more than okay, this feels amazing and you feel really big inside of me,” Michelle said in a sultry voice, as she looked up into William's bright blue eyes. “That's because you're really wonderfully tight,” William moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of Michelle's tight vagina. “Remember what Mrs. Garza said. Don't forget about the rest of me.” Michelle reached and grabbed his hands and brought them up to her firm full breasts, so he could fondle them while he continued to fuck her. Michelle loved the feeling as William grabbed tight onto her tits, as he continued thrusting his large cock deep inside of her. As William got more into his thrusts, Michelle got even more excited, and wrapped her legs around William, to push him even deeper inside her tight pussy, while he continued to make out with her. After a while of doing this, Mr. Garza interrupted their passionate lovemaking, “Alright you two. I think that's enough for the demonstration. Why don't you two disengage so we can continue with the rest of the lesson.” William and Michelle looked up from their position on the mat looking up at their teacher very, very disappointedly. “I know, I know. But don't worry, you'll have an opportunity to continue this once the rest of the demonstrations are done. Well, for our next demonstration, Bethany & Devon, stay here. And the other partners can return to the sofas. Why don't we try woman-on-top position, commonly known as the cowgirl position. Now in this position the man lies on his back while the woman gets on top of him, and inserts his penis inside of her vagina.” Mrs. Garza handed some paper towels to Michelle, as Mr. Garza continued his lecture. Michelle handed William some of them and he slowly raised onto all fours. Michelle swiftly wiped herself and wadded the spent towels. Then William reached in to slide his towels along the length of his still-rigid shaft and tip. She took his towel and prepared to eventually get up. They heard Mr. Garza continue his instructions; “Devon and Bethany will demonstrate this position for us.” Bethany and Devon were standing next to each other; Devon's arm around Bethany's ass-cheek. as Bethany stroked Devon's long, fat cock while Devon was gently fingering Bethany's vagina, which was very wet. Bethany stepped forward when she heard Mr. Garza call hers and Devon's names. She gently pulled Devon along with her, by his very hard cock, as a dog is walked on a leash. As they reached the mat, Bethany gently pushed Devon down so he was lying on his back. Bethany then straddled, facing Devon, and adjusted into position above his towering huge cock. Mr. Garza asked William & Michelle to sit down and recoup on the leather sofa next to the Chaise Lounge. William led Michelle to the sofa and lay down on his side. Then he patted the cushion, gesturing for her to lay with him. She gladly accepted his suggestion and they ‘cuddled' for the next demonstration. Demonstration Two ‘Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm about to sit on this huge dick,' Bethany thought to herself. She reached down to grab Devon's rock hard cock and rubbed the head gently against her slit. ‘Holy crap he's not even inside me yet and feels so huge against the outside of my pussy.' Eventually she took a hold of Devon's cock and began sliding her pussy on to it. She couldn't believe how big he immediately felt inside of her. For Devon's part, he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, as he felt Bethany's tight pussy pulling his cock into her. Devon reached up to caress Bethany's pendulous breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. ‘Holy shit, this is a huge cock,' Bethany thought, as she continued to take more of Devon's big cock into her pussy. ‘And he's driving me wild with his fingers on my nipples!' Eventually she felt like she had most of his cock inside her, and she began to pull back up, and started to ride his cock. While Devon was definitely enjoying the sensation of Bethany riding his cock, he slid both hands down to caress her hips and try to enhance her rhythm with a bit of his own movement. He couldn't resist staring up and watching Bethany's huge 32F breasts sway while she rode his huge cock. Bethany looked down at Devon and said, “You know this position is perfect for grabbing my tits. Mine are very, very sensitive. Here let me help you.” She then reached down to grab his arms and brings his hands back up to her large breasts. “Oh yeah, fuck that feels good. I love when a guy plays with my tits and it's even better because you have a huge fucking cock,” Bethany moaned as Devon fondled her huge tits, making sure to also rub her hard, stiff nipples. Bethany's comments brought more confidence to Devon and she felt his cock get stiffer in her pussy while he fondled her breasts. With his extended confidence, Devon began pushing his cock up into Bethany from beneath her. This drove Bethany wild, and she moaned out loud, “Oh god, yes! Keep fucking me with your huge cock!” After a moment of pushing up into her, Devon grabbed Bethany's hips and brought her down deeper onto his cock which made Bethany tense up a bit as Devon went deeper than any other guy she had been with, by a lot. After a bit of this, Mrs. Garza said, “Alright I think that's enough, you two. Let's move on to the next pair.” Bethany slowly stood up on shaky legs, as she felt Devon's rigid cock withdraw from her well-fucked pussy. Mrs. Garza the told the class, “Now the next position we are going to demonstrate is commonly known as doggy style because it is similar to how most mammals have sex. Now most women really enjoy this position because it allows for very deep penetration. Men also like this position because it gives them free access to enjoy the woman's body. You can reach around and feel a woman's breasts or reach around and rub her clit to give her extra pleasure or you can simply grab onto her ass and pound away. “Now for this position“ Mr. Garza said; “I think we will have Rebecca and Bruce give us a demonstration.” Devon then stood up as well, and helped Bethany, as they went back to the open sofa. To be continued. By zachattack163 for Literotica

After Lab One, the students exchange places for Lab Two. Fallatio & Cunnilingus. By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories. Lab One was done, and 6 students reclined in their chairs, in the bliss of post-orgasm. The professors, Phoebe & Antonio Garza, were admiring the success of their well-prepared lesson plan. But they need things to move along and keep the class on schedule. The professors marked some charts as the students participated in Lab One. They were graded on how well they followed both the instruction and the demonstration that the professors provided. Lab Two The 12 students were in the same pairs, for this 2nd lab, as they were for the 1st. The partners were as follows: ·      Erika & Jackson. ·      Rebecca & Devon. ·      Alexis & Thomas. ·      Bethany & William. ·      Michelle & Bruce. ·      Elizabeth & Malcolm. Bruce led the way as he got up excitedly, and helped Michelle to her feet before getting her to sit back down on the chair and spread her legs. Michelle was already incredibly wet in anticipation, and she was also very turned on from having just swallowed Bruce's cum, her first-ever. Bruce immediately dove between her legs and began to lick her sweet pussy. As he pushed his finger inside Michelle, Bruce was a little surprised to find how tight Michelle was inside. ‘Wow! She feels like she's never had a cock inside of her,' Bruce thought, ‘I really hope I get the chance to stick my cock inside of her at some point because this tight pussy is going to feel so good.' Michelle laid back and enjoyed Bruce's oral attention, knowing that it wasn't going to take long for her to have an orgasm since she was already so aroused. Everyone else in the class began to switch with their partners and soon the classroom was once again filled with the sounds of people moaning in pleasure. Rebecca was working hard to get much of Devon's huge cock in her mouth and was just marveling at how big he was. ‘Wow, I'm definitely going to have to feel this pussy stretcher in me at some point,' thought Rebecca. Devon was just laying back and enjoying the attention Rebecca was paying to his cock. He had never had a girl touch his cock and now one of the best looking girls on campus was sucking him off. He knew he wouldn't last very long and so he looked down to admire Rebecca's big ass before once again focusing on her big green eyes as she serviced his cock. Jackson was so turned on that he knew he was going to finish very quickly, after Erika put his cock in her mouth. Erika wasn't the best at giving a blowjob but Jackson was so pent up he didn't even care, and looking down behind her head to see her nice round ass. He got distracted as he saw her big tits bouncing while she bobbed on his cock. It was too much for Jackson, and he tapped Erika on the shoulder and moaned, “Oh god, yes!” as he began ejaculating in Erika's mouth. Erika, surprised at the quickness of Jackson's orgasm, quickly began trying to swallow his semen. Alexis was working really hard to get Thomas's fat cock in her mouth but she was having trouble getting past the head. Thomas realizing her difficulty grabbed her head so she would look up at him and told her, “That's okay just keep sucking on my head and looking at me. That will be enough to get me off.” She looked up at him with her big brown doe eyes and just continued licking the head of his fat cock. Malcolm decided that he wanted to pay attention to Elizabeth's big breasts first. So he started licking one of her nipples while fondling the other tit, while his other hand got busy between Elizabeth's legs, fingering her. Malcolm still couldn't believe that such a short skinny girl could have such big tits but he realized they were definitely real as he was fondling them. Hearing Elizabeth's moaning getting louder he realized that he should start licking her pussy soon before he made her cum just from fingering her, so he got between her widely-parted legs and began licking away. Bethany was enjoying William's efforts as he licked away at her pussy. ‘Wow! William is pretty good at eating pussy. Definitely better than I would have expected.' Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice behind her. “Here, William; let me help you out a bit,” she turned around to see Mr. Garza standing behind her. Mr. Garza then reached around and cupped one of Bethany's huge boobs in each of his hands. He then began fondling Bethany's large tits and said, “Wow Bethany you have such nice breasts and I can tell that they are real, which is very nice to see with breasts this large.” Bethany just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of William licking her pussy while her teacher fondled her huge tits in his strong hands. All the sudden the combined pleasure of what the two men were doing to her was too much, and Bethany felt herself began to experience one of the best orgasms she had ever had, as she moaned loud enough for the entire class to hear. Hearing Bethany's orgasmic moans and feeling Bruce's tongue and middle finger inside of her, was too much for Michelle as she started a very powerful orgasm. Bruce felt Michelle's already tight pussy get even tighter on his finger, as she started orgasming and he continued to lick her rock-hard clit through her orgasm. Rebecca's continued assault on Devon's huge cock was too much and he moaned, “Oh please don't stop.” Rebecca gave the big cock a few more bobs before she felt his testicles tense up in her hand, and immediately pulled up so just the head of Devon's cock was in her mouth as he began ejaculating. After all the attention Malcolm had given her, and all the stimulation of sex moans going through the room, Elizabeth could no longer take it. She grabbed Malcolm's head and pushed it between her legs and started cumming like crazy, having her legs shake a bit in the process. Alexis was still working on Thomas's fat cock head and her attentions were getting him very close. He told her, “Oh god, Alexis don't stop, you're doing so well. Oh! I'm so close, keep going Alexis.” Following his encouragement Alexis started sucking at his cock head harder while her tongue found the sensitive underside of his glans. She was rewarded with a large load of cum very quickly. She worked at swallowing all of Thomas's semen while he continued to cum in her mouth. Eventually, the excess ran down her chin. As his explosions subsided, she gave the underside of his tip one last tickle. Thomas pleaded; “Stop!” Alexis slid back off his tip, causing an audible smacking sound. Then she looked into his eyes with a sultry smile; while slowly scooping his excess spunk from her chin with her finger. Unaware that the entire classroom was watching her, she slowly lifted her frosted finger to her tongue and licked all the icing off, then inserted her wet finger deep into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. Then she winked at him. Silence continued in the room, until the professor spoke. “All right, now that everyone has reached a satisfying orgasm, you are free to leave,” Mr. Garza told the class. “Now remember if at any point you want to practice what you have learned you are free to practice with one of your classmates,” Mrs. Garza reminded the students as they started getting dressed and getting all of their stuff together. “No one is required to do anything outside these structured labs. And please; do not discuss anything from these labs with anyone, even each other. What happens here, stays here. You all want your privacy respected.” When the students were dressed, Mr. Garza pressed the button by the chalkboard, and remotely unlocked the classroom doors. Session Two Dismissed As the students left the classroom, several of them pulled out phones and asked for their lab partner's numbers. Professor Phoebe felt her Antonio come up behind her, and press his once again rock hard cock, against her round ass. He then reached up to cup one of her large tits in each of his strong hands. “So what did you think about that lesson?” he asked Phoebe, as he fondled her breasts while rubbing his hard cock against the crack of her large ass. “It certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself when you were sucking on Malcolm's huge cock head. I might have to punish you for that later,” he added as he whispered in her ear. “As I recall, you enjoy the fact that I enjoy having a cock in my mouth,” she responded, as she grounded her ass harder into his cock. “Besides it's not like you weren't enjoying yourself when you were holding on to Bethany's huge tits while William was licking her pussy.” “Well I was just following your example,” he said to his wife. “Now why don't you go over to the table and bend over so you can receive your punishment.” “Yes sir,” Phoebe responded to her husband's discipline fantasy, as she moved to bend over the teacher's table while shaking her shapely rear end enticingly. Antonio then walked over to his wife. He admired her firm round ass while rubbing one hand up and down her cheek enjoying the smoothness of her skin. He then brought his hand back to give her a firm but pleasurable smack on her ass. Phoebe yelped slightly as she enjoyed the ‘punishment'. Antonio gave his wife's fantastic ass a couple more spanks before bringing his large cock up and smacking his cock against his wife's ass. “Oh babe enough teasing I really need it now,” Phoebe moaned to her husband, her pussy was practically dripping after the display in the classroom and the teasing spanks from her husband. With very little warning, Antonio quickly shoved his large cock into her pussy. “Oh yeah babe give me that big fuck pole!” Phoebe yelled. Antonio had his head back enjoying the fantastic sensations of his wife's tight pussy grabbing his thick cock. He then looked back down to see her nice round ass bounce each time he thrust his cock deep inside of her. “Wow baby you just have such a nice ass, I love this view,” he said. “Here let me show you how you can enjoy the view even more,” she said back to her husband as she placed her hand on his hip so he would stop thrusting for a moment. Antonio stopped his thrusting, just leaving a bit of his cock still in his wife and watched as she proceeded to back her ass up on his cock before getting into a rhythm so that she was bouncing her round ass on her well-hung man. “Oh yeah babe how's that view? Are you working up a big load for me?” she asked. “Oh yeah baby I'm definitely working up a huge load for you in these big balls of mine,” he responded. “Oh babe, give it to me I want to feel you shoot your nut up inside of me. Come on give me your nut,” Phoebe begged. All the pleasure and encouragement was too much for Antonio and he pushed his large cock as far as it would go into his buxom lover, while reaching up to grab her swinging tits in his hands. He then unloaded his pent up cum into her with extreme force. “Oh yeah babe, I can feel you shooting it all inside me. I'm going to cum too!” Phoebe wailed as she started having and orgasm. She could feel her pussy grabbing Antonio's ejaculating penis as she had one of the best orgasms of her life. Phoebe couldn't believe how much cum he was shooting into her, Wow he must have really enjoyed the students' display if he's cumming this hard, she thought to herself. Eventually, Phoebe's orgasm wained, and Antonio pulled out his exhausted cock from his sex-goddess wife. Phoebe then turned to look at her man and said, “Wow babe, I thought you shot a lot of cum into my mouth earlier, but that was a huge load. I can still feel it deep in my pussy.” “Yeah, I don't know what happened, but it felt so good to shoot that much cum in you. I guess seeing all those students performing oral sex was more stimulation than I realized. I can't wait for these sessions to continue. I especially can't wait until we get to the end of the class and we get an opportunity to fuck the students,” he said. “Yeah I know what you mean. After seeing all of those girls sucking the boys' cocks I can't wait to try having those young cocks inside me,” she said. “Well now, time to prepare for the next lesson.” Session Three Devon greeted his classmates in the hall of the building, He was surprised at being the last student to arrive. His nerd reputation might just took a direct hit. But he was happy to be greeted so warmly by all of them. And especially when Rebecca, his lab partner from last session, winked at him. All of the students were waiting outside the classroom door when the lock buzzed and opened for them. As they filed in and walked down the many steps toward the front, Mr. Garza counted all 12 students, then pressed the button again and the locks clicked. Then the classmates began stripping off their clothes in excited anticipation of what today's sex lesson would hold. Once all the students were completely naked and situated on the sofas, Mr. and Mrs. Garza stood to greet their students completely nude. “I want to commend the entire class on both your presentation and deportment in the last session.” Mrs. Garza said. “You all seem to keep very good personal hygiene. That's essential. And you all demonstrated kindness, patience, and encouragement to one another. We can't say enough just how essential that is to positive and pleasurable human sexuality.” “We hope that continues,” Mr. Garza added; “and you all spare us the uncomfortable duty of speaking to you personally about either your hygiene, or your unconstructive interactions with others in the class.” “Now class I'm sure some of you are already anticipating this, but, today we will be talking about sexual intercourse, or what is commonly referred to simply as sex,” Mrs. Garza said to the class. “I'm sure most of you know this but, sexual intercourse is when the man puts his penis inside the woman's vagina,” Mr. Garza said to the class as his own penis had reached full erection from seeing his attractive young female students naked. “I'm sure most of you know, sexual intercourse is how a man gets a woman pregnant, but I know all the young ladies in this class are taking their birth control so we won't have to worry about that,” Mrs. Garza commented to the class, “and let me tell you young ladies it a very good thing that you are on birth control because feeling a man's penis ejaculating inside of you is an amazing experience.” “Another thing to note about sexual intercourse is there are a number of different positions you can have sex in,” said Mr. Garza. “We believe that it would be too difficult for just the two of us to show you all the different sexual positions. So after the fantastic results of last class period, we decided that we will pair all of you up so that you can show your classmates all the different positions,” Mrs. Garza told the class. This caused quite a bit of excitement amongst the students, as they were surprised and intrigued that they would get to have sex with their classmates so quickly. Mr. Garza addressed the class, “so what we will do now is pair each of you with a new partner. Once we pair you with your partner we want the two of you to get together and start arousing each other. Once all of you are properly aroused for sex then we will let you know what position you and your partner are going to demonstrate for the class.” Lab Three “Now let's figure out what these partnerships are going to be,” Mrs. Garza said excitedly. “Now, let's have; ·      Rebecca & Bruce. ·      Bethany & Devon. ·      Erika & Malcolm. ·      Alexis & Jackson. ·      Michelle & William. ·      Elizabeth & Thomas. Well these all seem like good partnerships. Now get together with your assigned partner, and remember what we learned from our previous lessons, and use those techniques to arouse your partner, sexually. Alright, chop chop; go get together and find a place to sit with your partner.” All the students got up from their sofas and proceeded to meet up with the student they had been partnered with. For most of them, their bashfulness came back, and this was a reality check. They were expected to immediately be affectionate and spontaneous, without the direct coaching of the professors, to blame it on. Mr. and Mrs. Garza started to walk around the classroom to observe how their students were preparing for the next part of the lesson. Eventually, the 6 pairs found ways to get past all inhibitions, and the foreplay was well underway. Jackson was gently sucking on one of Alexis's pert nipples, while one of his hands was busy between her legs fingering her. Alexis, for her part, had her hand wrapped around Jackson's erect cock, and was slightly stroking it, but seemed more occupied with what Jackson was doing to her. Bethany and Devon were intensely making out, while Devon had one of his hands fondling Bethany's huge breast, Bethany was busy using two hands to stroke Devon's long, fat cock. Michelle had already taken William's cock in her mouth, and was giving him a relaxed blowjob, while also having one of her hands in between her own legs, rubbing her clit, to make sure she was prepared for her first cock. Thomas seemed to have a similar idea to Michelle, as he was in between Elizabeth's legs licking away at her pussy while the short, stacked student gently fondled her 34D breasts. Thomas also had one hand wrapped around his thick cock, to make sure it stayed hard for Elizabeth. By far, one of the most interesting ways the students were practicing foreplay was Rebecca and Bruce. Rebecca had positioned her backside so that she was grinding her large, fat ass into Bruce's cock while he had one hand reaching around grabbing one of Rebecca's firm 34B breast while his other hand was reached around, busy between her legs fingering her very wet pussy. Finally they observed the last couple, as Erika had Malcolm's very fat cock head in her mouth, and seemed to be sucking on it, quite successfully. Not to be outdone though, Malcolm had one hand busy between Erika's legs, as he eagerly fingered her, while using the other hand to hold onto, and gently massage one of Erika's large, heavy tits. As they watched their students please and arouse each other, Mrs. Garza reached out to grab hold of her husband's cock, to find it as hard as she could ever remember feeling it. She gave her husband's hard 9-inch shaft, several short strokes before she addressed the class again. Missionary Position “Alright, now that everyone seems properly aroused, I think it's time to proceed to the next part of the lesson.” Her ‘professor' voice seemed to bring the students out of a sexually induced stupor, and they all turned to pay attention to their buxom teacher. “Now the first position we are going to demonstrate is called the missionary position. This is one of the most common positions in the world, and is very popular. Now for this position the woman lies on her back with her legs spread, while the man gets in position on top of her, so they are face-to-face. Once the man is in position between the woman's legs he slides his penis inside of her. In this position he is free to kiss the woman on her lips, or if he so desires he can pay attention to and kiss her breasts; or sometimes just to look into her eyes.” The six paired-off couples continued to fondle each other while the lecture continued; “Now since the woman is underneath the man, she doesn't have the ability to move as much, but she can still kiss and make out with the man. Also, something that both partners find enjoyable in this position is when the woman wraps her legs around the man and brings his hips closer to her. This helps to pull the man's penis deeper inside the woman, and lets the man know how much she is enjoying him,” Mrs. Garza told the class. “Now let's see who should our first couple be? I think that we will have William and Michelle start us off with our demonstrations.” Demonstration One Michelle gave William's fat cockhead one last good suck, before she stood up. William eventually got up, still in a bit of a daze from Michelle's fantastic blowjob. He looked up to see Michelle walking toward the tumbling mat, that the teachers had put out for the demonstration. She turned around to look at him, and when she noticed he wasn't following her, she shook her ass a bit to entice him to follow her. William quickly awoke from his trance by the giggles of the classmates, then got up and followed Michelle over to the mat. Michelle laid down on the mat on her back and spread her legs a bit to show William what he was aiming for. Michelle had a beautiful brown landing strip of pubic hair on her otherwise shaved pussy. Her outer labia was thick and engorged even wider, from the foreplay and anticipation. William was very excited for this part of the lab, and quickly got between Michelle's spread legs. As he was about to plunge his cock inside her he felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned around almost getting one of Mrs. Garza's golden breasts straight in his mouth. Mrs. Garza crouched down with him and said, “Now before you just shove your cock inside Michelle you need to make sure she is ready for you.” Mrs. Garza then reached down and grabbed William's thick cock. “Well, I see Michelle definitely got you ready for her. That's one hard cock you have, now. So what you should do first is gently rub the tip of your cock against her vagina to make sure she is wet and ready for you. Like this,” and with that she took William's cock and began rubbing it against Michelle's slit. William could feel Michelle's wetness spread across his cock head. Michelle began to moan as she felt William's fat cockhead rub against her slit especially when Mrs. Garza pushed William's cock against her clit. “Class, circle around and observe.” Mr. Garza added; “Take note of Michelle's wide-set labia. As a female becomes very aroused, her outer labia becomes puffier and slightly more wide-set. It's yet another way to affirm that she's ready for intercourse.” Mrs. Garza gently squeezed Michelle's engorged labia to emphasize the point. Mrs. Garza stood back up and said, “Well it seems like she's ready for you, William. Why don't you give it a try.” William then grabbed his thick hard cock and lined it up with Michelle's vagina. As he tried to push in he couldn't get it in so he pulled back and tried again. On the second try he was only able to get the head of his cock inside Michelle and she cried out as she felt his fat cock head enter her pussy. The other partners were standing above the demonstration, and couldn't see the bit of blood trickle down Michelle's labia. They had no clue she was ending her virginity in front of the classmates and professors. William knew. He stopped for a moment and laid his body gently onto her, his cheek pressed against hers. “Are you okay?” he whispered softly. “Oh, gawd, yes!” She softly assured him. Now don't draw attention to my secret, and let's have a good slow fuck. I need to pass this class.” Then she grabbed his face and opened her mouth to give him her tongue, in a sloppy, arousing exchange. Eventually, William's cock hungered to go deeper. Eventually his cock resumed it's descension. ‘Holy cow! her pussy is so tight I can barely get my cock inside her,' William thought to himself. ‘Let me just go slowly at first and let her adjust to my cock.' William began slowly moving his cock in and out of Michelle's pussy getting a little deeper each time. “That's real good” she assured him. “You're doing just fine. I'm loving this!” Eventually he was able to get all of his cock inside Michelle. As he felt her pussy adjust to his large intruder, he raised up off her chest and looked down at Michelle, then softly asked if she was okay. “I'm more than okay, this feels amazing and you feel really big inside of me,” Michelle said in a sultry voice, as she looked up into William's bright blue eyes. “That's because you're really wonderfully tight,” William moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of Michelle's tight vagina. “Remember what Mrs. Garza said. Don't forget about the rest of me.” Michelle reached and grabbed his hands and brought them up to her firm full breasts, so he could fondle them while he continued to fuck her. Michelle loved the feeling as William grabbed tight onto her tits, as he continued thrusting his large cock deep inside of her. As William got more into his thrusts, Michelle got even more excited, and wrapped her legs around William, to push him even deeper inside her tight pussy, while he continued to make out with her. After a while of doing this, Mr. Garza interrupted their passionate lovemaking, “Alright you two. I think that's enough for the demonstration. Why don't you two disengage so we can continue with the rest of the lesson.” William and Michelle looked up from their position on the mat looking up at their teacher very, very disappointedly. “I know, I know. But don't worry, you'll have an opportunity to continue this once the rest of the demonstrations are done. Well, for our next demonstration, Bethany & Devon, stay here. And the other partners can return to the sofas. Why don't we try woman-on-top position, commonly known as the cowgirl position. Now in this position the man lies on his back while the woman gets on top of him, and inserts his penis inside of her vagina.” Mrs. Garza handed some paper towels to Michelle, as Mr. Garza continued his lecture. Michelle handed William some of them and he slowly raised onto all fours. Michelle swiftly wiped herself and wadded the spent towels. Then William reached in to slide his towels along the length of his still-rigid shaft and tip. She took his towel and prepared to eventually get up. They heard Mr. Garza continue his instructions; “Devon and Bethany will demonstrate this position for us.” Bethany and Devon were standing next to each other; Devon's arm around Bethany's ass-cheek. as Bethany stroked Devon's long, fat cock while Devon was gently fingering Bethany's vagina, which was very wet. Bethany stepped forward when she heard Mr. Garza call hers and Devon's names. She gently pulled Devon along with her, by his very hard cock, as a dog is walked on a leash. As they reached the mat, Bethany gently pushed Devon down so he was lying on his back. Bethany then straddled, facing Devon, and adjusted into position above his towering huge cock. Mr. Garza asked William & Michelle to sit down and recoup on the leather sofa next to the Chaise Lounge. William led Michelle to the sofa and lay down on his side. Then he patted the cushion, gesturing for her to lay with him. She gladly accepted his suggestion and they ‘cuddled' for the next demonstration. Demonstration Two ‘Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm about to sit on this huge dick,' Bethany thought to herself. She reached down to grab Devon's rock hard cock and rubbed the head gently against her slit. ‘Holy crap he's not even inside me yet and feels so huge against the outside of my pussy.' Eventually she took a hold of Devon's cock and began sliding her pussy on to it. She couldn't believe how big he immediately felt inside of her. For Devon's part, he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, as he felt Bethany's tight pussy pulling his cock into her. Devon reached up to caress Bethany's pendulous breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. ‘Holy shit, this is a huge cock,' Bethany thought, as she continued to take more of Devon's big cock into her pussy. ‘And he's driving me wild with his fingers on my nipples!' Eventually she felt like she had most of his cock inside her, and she began to pull back up, and started to ride his cock. While Devon was definitely enjoying the sensation of Bethany riding his cock, he slid both hands down to caress her hips and try to enhance her rhythm with a bit of his own movement. He couldn't resist staring up and watching Bethany's huge 32F breasts sway while she rode his huge cock. Bethany looked down at Devon and said, “You know this position is perfect for grabbing my tits. Mine are very, very sensitive. Here let me help you.” She then reached down to grab his arms and brings his hands back up to her large breasts. “Oh yeah, fuck that feels good. I love when a guy plays with my tits and it's even better because you have a huge fucking cock,” Bethany moaned as Devon fondled her huge tits, making sure to also rub her hard, stiff nipples. Bethany's comments brought more confidence to Devon and she felt his cock get stiffer in her pussy while he fondled her breasts. With his extended confidence, Devon began pushing his cock up into Bethany from beneath her. This drove Bethany wild, and she moaned out loud, “Oh god, yes! Keep fucking me with your huge cock!” After a moment of pushing up into her, Devon grabbed Bethany's hips and brought her down deeper onto his cock which made Bethany tense up a bit as Devon went deeper than any other guy she had been with, by a lot. After a bit of this, Mrs. Garza said, “Alright I think that's enough, you two. Let's move on to the next pair.” Bethany slowly stood up on shaky legs, as she felt Devon's rigid cock withdraw from her well-fucked pussy. Mrs. Garza the told the class, “Now the next position we are going to demonstrate is commonly known as doggy style because it is similar to how most mammals have sex. Now most women really enjoy this position because it allows for very deep penetration. Men also like this position because it gives them free access to enjoy the woman's body. You can reach around and feel a woman's breasts or reach around and rub her clit to give her extra pleasure or you can simply grab onto her ass and pound away. “Now for this position“ Mr. Garza said; “I think we will have Rebecca and Bruce give us a demonstration.” Devon then stood up as well, and helped Bethany, as they went back to the open sofa. To be continued. By zachattack163 for Literotica