Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2007 08:34:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sheila Smith <sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Girls' Sex Education Class - 2

While Miss Miranda Keys and her girls were lost in the dreamlike world of
their masturbatory paradise, Mrs Anita Vaughn, the School Principal,
quietly let herself into the classroom using her pass key, and surveyed
the scene. She went over to the teacher and rested a hand on her
shoulder.
"I knew you were the right person for this, Miranda dear," she whispered.
As she said this, she absentmindedly reached between Miranda Keys' open
legs and wetted her fingers with the juices that was flowing copiously
from her cunt.
Then:
"Mmmmm, such a delicious aroma in here, Miranda! There is nothing so
lovely as the odour of girls' cunts when they are aroused, don't you
agree?"
Miranda nodded. "Girls,"she said, turning to the class,"We are very
privileged that our Principal is paying us a visit."
Every girl in the room practically jumped out of her seat.
"That's all right, girls," said the Principal, "remain seated, and DO
carry on with what you were doing. It makes me very proud to see you all
enjoying the great gift that God has given you between your legs."
She turned to Miranda Keys.
"Perhaps you and some of the girls might like to come to my house for tea
on Sunday afternoon." Her eyes were bright with lust. "Yes, that would be
very nice, don't you think so, Miranda?"
And once again she gave the teacher's cunt a loving caress before leaving
the room, her wet fingers sliding into her mouth.
"Pay attention, girls! But DO keep your fingers busy while I talk to
you."
Gratefully the girls carried on twirling and sliding in the way their
teacher had taught them, loving the feeling of their cunts on fire.
"You probably noticed that the Principal fingered my cunt. There is
something very special about having another girl's fingers caressing you
that way. So now, I want you to pair off. Move your chairs so you sit
facing your partner with your legs parted, your knees touching hers.
Alison, come here, you can pair with me."
The girls paired off after the usual confusion of who wanted to be with
whom. Once they were seated, pantyless and with their skirts once again
round their waists, Miranda Keys told them to resume fondling their own
cunts, but to watch and follow every move that their partner made. "Don't
take your eyes off her cunt. And try to mirror her movements. Go!"
Even though most of the girls were highly sexually aroused after such a
prolonged session of masturbation, there were a lot of giggles and
whispered comments at this new phase in their "education".
"Settle down, girls. Concentrate."
Miss Miranda Keys continued to finger herself while she watched the girls
bit by bit start to take their task seriously, at the same time keeping
an eye on her "partner", Alison, who was trying hard to copy the exact
movements of the teacher's fingers.
"Good," the teacher said after a few minutes. "Now, when you are ready
each of you reach forward and use your fingers on your partner's cunt.
Remember, "twist and slide", and you can put as many fingers in your
partner's cunt as is comfortable for both of you."
Then she turned to Alison and said in a quiet voice: "All right, Alison,
fingerfuck my cunt while I fingerfuck yours."
The girl gasped at such blunt language, but at the same time was very
proud to be the one chosen to partner the teacher. She looked at the huge
gaping gash between the teacher's legs, the lips swollen and wet with her
cuntjuices. Tentatively, she reached forward to caress it, and then
gasped as she felt Miranda Key's fingers on her own cunt.
The room now was full of the smell of hot wet cunts, an aroma that was
dizzying in its effect. This, combined with the squeals and sighs and
moans as the girls brought each other to orgasm, had turned Miss Miranda
Key's class into a steamy lesbian orgy.
A bell sounded to signal the end of morning school, but not one girl in
the room reacted, so intent were they now on the newly-discovered of
mutual masturbation.
"Time to stop, girls. And I think you know what your homework assignment
is: masturbate, masturbate, masturbate! Remember: we were given cunts as
our most treasured possession to be instruments of our pleasure, so take
pleasure in your own cunt and in the cunts of others. Class dismissed."
"What will we learn in our next lesson, Miss?"
It was Cindy, always the bold one.
"Wait and see, but I promise you it will be good!"

Once the girls had left, Miranda back went to the staffroom, where she
found a sealed envelope on her desk with her name written on the front.
She recognised Mrs Vaugn's handwriting.  She opened it eagerly, guessing
that it might be something to do with the invitation to tea. She was
right:
"Re our little tea party next Sunday: I leave you to decide which six
girls to invite, but I would rather like you to include that delicious
Jamaican girl from your class whose name I can never quite remember."
Miranda knew exactly why she wanted Winona: there was something
fascinating about the pink gash of her inner cuntlips contrasting so
starkly with her dark skin and that wiry black bush that framed her cunt:
it looked like a fancy confectionery from the cake shop, very very
eatable!
And the other instruction:
"Do tell the girls not to wash their cunts or to change their panties for
at least four days before they come for tea."
Yes, thought Miranda, Mrs Vaughn is like me: she loves the smell and
taste of unwashed pussy. Strong meat for true pussy-eating connoisseurs,
she thought.

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