Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:03:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sheila Smith <sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Girls' Sex Education Class - 3

Girls' Sex Education Class - 3

Reminder: Dramatis personae

Mrs Anita Vaughn - School Principal
Miss Miranda Keys - Teacher in charge of sex education
The six girls invited to tea:
Alison - Miss Keys' favourite
Beth - rather immature but eager to learn
Cindy (Cynthia)  - mature for her age
Sharon - rather shy
Tina - innocent but already aware of her very prominent clitoris
Winona - a black girl (Jamaican)

A low coffee table laden with cakes and soft drinks. A long sofa on one
side and easy chairs on the other. The girls, with their teacher's
permission, were dressed in their weekend clothes, a mix of miniskirts
and jeans, tanktops and teeshirts. Only Sharon was wearing a knee-length
skirt and a high-neck blouse, the sort of outfit you might wear to church
on Sunday. Miss Keys wore a denim shift, front-buttoning, which helped to
hide her rather overwhelming bosom, while the
Principal was in what appeared to be a Japanese kimono, black silk
embroidered with butterflies.
"Well, this IS nice!" she said. "Thank you so much, girls, for coming."
As if they had had any choice in the matter.
"Thank YOU!" came back in a chorus.
"Well, here you are, and here's a delicious tea for you all. Tuck in!"
Anita Vaughn watched closely as the girls served themselves. She might be
hungry for their bodies, but she never forgot her responsibility to turn
them into young ladies, and she watched for any sign of lack of
etiquette. But she needn't have worried: Miranda Keys had trained her
girls well. The Principal sat back and sighed. Already her nose had
picked up the aroma of unwashed cunt - including her own - and this was
an aphordisiac. She inhaled deeply, and as she did so,
she caught the teacher's eye and smiled conspiratorially. They both knew
that there is nothing like the aroma of unwashed girl-cunt to start the
juices flowing.
When at length cakes had been eaten and cold drinks drunk, Mrs Vaughn
clapped her hands.
"Now, girls," she began, "I want you all to relax and enjoy yourselves.
And I am sure you will all agree that Miss Keys has given you some good
ideas about how to do that with her marvellous classes in sex education!"
Giggles, a blush here and there, nods of acknowledgment.
"But first, I want to ask you a question: how many of you intend to marry
and have children?"
Shuffling, mumbling, a show of hands from four of the girls.
"Good! But do remember, girls, marriage and the necessary congress with a
man that goes with it ("congress"? a new word, oldfashioned-sounding, but
the girls guessed what she meant) is a duty, but, for pleasure and truly
deep and satisfying relationships, you can only find those with your own
sex. Don't you agree, Miranda?"
The teacher looked startled that the Principal should use her first name
in front of the girls, but she didn't flinch.
"Certainly, An.... Mrs Vaughn. I think my girls know that, right girls?"
Nods, a little shuffling of bottoms, Sharon going even pinker than usual.
"Now, my sweet girls, I want you to inhale deeply and tell me what you
can smell."
Looks of puzzlement. Sniffing. Girls looking at each other. No response.
"Ah, sometimes we get so used to a smell that we don't even notice it any
more," she said. "Let me see if I can help you."
And with this she threw open her kimono to reveal that she was completely
naked underneath. She scooted forward on her chair and spread her legs.
The girls gawped at the huge gash of a cunt that was revealed, and the
heavy tangle of dark pubic hair that framed it. Here was a woman who had
never heard of trimming or shaving. She pulled back her loose labia to
reveal a cunt that
was already glistening with moist cuntjuice. She seemed to have no shame.
She slid her fingers inside herself and worked them in and out for a
while. The juices started to flow more copiously.
"Like you, girls, I have not washed my dear darling cunt for several
days. Who would like to be the first to kneel between my legs and savour
its delicious aroma?"
More blushes, more shuffling, silence.
"I will, Mrs Vaughn!"
It was Cindy, who else? She came forward, knelt, pressed her nose close
to the Principal's juice--covered cunt and inhaled. Instinctively she
reeled back.
"That's all right, dear, it is an acquired taste! Men hate it, they tell
me! Well, what do they know about the wonderful properties of a woman's
cunt?"
She let out a short laugh.
"Miranda, would you like to make yours available. I think the girls need
to have a lesson in cunt aroma appreciation, don't you?"
Miss Keys responded eagerly, unbuttoning her denim shift to reveal that
she too was naked underneath. Aping her Principal's movements, she made
her cunt available, her legs spread obscenely, and beckoned to Alison to
come forward. As Alison obediently knelt and leant forward to sniff her
teacher's cunt, the teacher grabbed the poor girl's ponytail and forced
her nose into the
slavering cunt.
"Breathe deeply, Alison, enjoy it."
The whole point about this exercise was to persuade the girls that the
strong smell of an unwashed cunt was a positive thing. It was an uphill
task, of course, because all their lives, these poor unfortunates had
been taught by their mothers to wash their "private parts" every day, to
believe that an unwashed pussy was not a nice pussy.
After Cindy and Alison, the other girls were invited in turn to kneel and
inhale. It was beginning to seem like a religious ceremony, which in a
way it was. Part of the catechism to confirm that CUNT is the true and
proper object of a girl's love and affection.
"Mmmm, what a wonderful group of girls you are!" Mrs Vaugn said with
genuine enthusiasm.
"And now, it is time for you to enjoy the aroma of each other's cunts."
She looked round.
"I trust that none of you washed or changed your panties these last few
days..."
Reassuring murmurs confirmed that they were all unwashed. Winona, the
black girl, put up her hand.
"Miss," she said, "I am sorry, but I am on my period."
"Me too, Miss," echoed Sharon.
Mrs Vaughn looked across to Miranda Keys. Their exchanged glances said it
all.
"Not a problem, Sharon and... Winona, isnt' it? You can be with me and
Miss Keys. You other four, pair up and enjoy each other's delicious
aromas."
The girls looked at each other, working out who was going to be with who.
"One more thing..." - it was the Principal again - "it is a good idea to
finger yourselves while you sniff."
The atmosphere in the room by this time had become electric, like the
dark heaviness just before a thunderstorm. The outside world was light
years away. Inside, two horny women and six eager girls were entering
willingly into a world where there is nothing but the joy of lesbian sex.
As the afternoon wore on and the light slowly dimmed as the sun set, the
eightsome became more and
more absorbed in their pleasures. What a wonderful way to spend an autumn
Sunday afternoon.
Cindy and Beth paired up, Cindy wanting to be a big sister to the shy
little girl, and Alison paired with Tina, eager to get closer to the
latter's exceptionally penis-like clitoris. The Principal beckoned to the
black girl, Winona, to join her, and Miranda Keys willingly took Sharon
under her wing. What Winona and Sharon did not know was that the fact
that they were menstruating, so
far from being a problem, was a huge turn-on for the two women, a chance
to enjoy the kind of munch-diving pussy-eating action that, according to
conventional -  ie male - wisdom was taboo, verboten, halal. But all the
eons of propaganda that menstruation was "dirty" were about to be swept
away as Miss Miranda Keys and Mrs Anita Vaughn prepared to enjoy a very
special feast,
and two young girls to be taken to a level of ecstasy that they had never
known before.

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