Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2007 11:16:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Sheila Smith Subject: Girl Sex Education Class Part 5 "All right, girls! Back to your classroom. I expect the junior girls will already be there in a few minutes." When everyone was seated, Miranda took a deep breath and began. "The exercise you are about to do has two main purposes. The first is to see how well you can introduce younger girls to the pleasures that you have learned in our sex education lessons so far." She paused. "Let's recap. What have learned so far?" A short silence followed by a chorus of shouts: "How to kiss a girl, miss!" "How to masturbate, miss!" "How to twirl and slide, miss!" "How to finger each other, miss!" "How to lick a cunt, miss!" ..... "Whoa, girls! That's enough," she said, laughing. "Now, what are we going to teach our little ten year olds, who will be here any moment now?" "Everything, miss!" It was Cindy, as usual, already horny and fingering herself as they discussed the afternoon's plan. "Oh, dear, I don't think so! We don't want to frighten them on their first day, do we?" Murmurs of assent. "So, think back, what did you most think about when you were ten? I mean, thinking about women..." Silence. "OK, ask the girl next to you, and let's see what we get." Miranda waited as the girls turned to each other and began chatting, reluctantly at first, but with increasing animation. She waited a while, conscious of the importance of letting the pair work flow, but also conscious that the juniors would arrive any moment. "Very well, girls, tell me what you found out." A forest of hands went up. And one by one, the girls came up with the similar responses. "I wanted to touch a woman's breasts, miss." "I loved watching my mom put her bra on in the morning, miss." "My sister let me touch her boobies, miss. It was great." Miranda interrupted the flow. She couldn't have been more pleased. "Very well, girls, let us begin by introducing our junior girls to the pleasures of breast play. Remove your blouses, take off your bras and then put your blouses on again and button them." Giggles, whispered comments, shuffling, and a frenzy of activity as bras came off. Miranda looked round the room, sighing a little at the sight of so many firm breasts, no sagging anywhere. And such a variation on a theme! Some had dark aureoles, others small and pink. Pretty nipples everywhere. She swallowed hard. And watched, wistfully, as the girls put their blouses back on and covered their precious treasures. Tonight, thought Miss Miranda Keys, I owe myself a good long finger-fest. "Are any of you wearing panties?" A chorus of "No, miss!" accompanied by laughter. "Sorry, girls. Silly question!" At that moment, the door opened and a nervous group of juniors crocodiled in and stood nervously at the front of the class, bewildered, in awe of the senior girls, and not at all sure what they were there for. The teacher in charge of them, a shriveled kind of woman  called Ms O'Neill, heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Miranda come into the room. "You are welcome to them, Miranda! Little bitches." And with that, she swept out of the room. Miranda turned to the juniors. Pleated skirts, white blouses, calf-length white socks, lumpy black shoes - the regulation passion-killing school uniform. And she knew without looking that they had those dreary white cotton panties on underneath. She made a  mental note to discuss school uniform with Mrs Vaughn at their next staff meeting. "Welcome, Class xxx," she said in her best mother-hen voice. "Now, we have already prepared a list to pair each one of you with a senior girl. When your name is called, go and stand next to the senior girl who waves to you." She read out the list of names and waited as each junior went obediently to stand next to her senior girl. Miranda then turned to the class. "Juniors, do you know why you are here?" One pretty dark-haired girl put up her hand. "What is your name, dear?" "Rebecca, miss." She was paired with Alison. A good choice! "Very well, Rebecca. Go ahead." "Ms O'Neill said, we are going to learn why girls are better than boys." Miranda rolled her eyes to the heavens. My god, that woman! And then thought, well, ok, it's somewhere to start. "Well, something like that. You are going to learn how wonderful it is to be a girl." The senior girls observed this interchange and began to fidget. This did not seem like a fun way to spend Wednesday afternoon. "Senior girls! Skirts up round your waists, legs apart, take your junior on your knee. NOW!" Miranda waited till everyone was settled, each senior with a junior on her knew. "Cindy! For goodness' sake, girl, not yet!" Cindy had already insinuated her fingers inside the panties of her junior partner. As it happened, the junior didn't mind at all, but Miranda Keys was not one to relinquish the initiative to her pupils. Everything had to happen according to her agenda. "Now, juniors, I want you to unbutton your senior girl's blouse. On three. 1, 2, 3 GO!" She wasn't used to such obedience. A forest of fumbling little fingers struggled with buttons until every blouse in the room was undone. "Well done, juniors! Now, push your senior's blouse open." Fifteen pairs of gorgeous adolescent bosoms were exposed to view. Once again, Miss Miranda Keys swallowed hard. I need a fuck, she thought to herself, and I need it soon! Her voice when she spoke next was a bit hoarse. "Now listen everyone. We are going to learn today what constitutes breast play. The components are: 1 fondle 2 squeeze 3 suckle 4 bite and tease Say them after me: FONDLE, SQUEEZE, SUCKLE, BITE AND TEASE." Obediently, juniors and seniors alike repeated the catechism. "Good. Now seniors, cup one of your breasts and offer it to your little lover. Juniors, fondle it. What you are being offered is a wonderful gift." Miranda let out a long long breath. She was getting so she could hardly breathe. She had to remind herself once again that she was a TEACHER and had to exercise self-control and restraint. But, sheesh!, it was hard! "Miss?" It was Cindy. "Yes, dear?" "Why can't she fondle both of my breasts?" Miranda grinned. Why not indeed?! "Good point, Cindy. Everyone, fondle BOTH breasts. Now!" She paused, imagining the mounting excitement of HER girls as they felt inexperienced little fingers enthusiastically exploring their breasts. She looked around at the juniors. Shining eyes, mouths open wide in wonderment, lots of oohs and aahs. This was a magic moment! "Good girls! Juniors, I am proud of you! Now, go to the second stage: squeezing." The ten-year olds went to work with a will: this was more fun than they had had in a loooooong time, and at least they were out of Dragon O'Neill's clutches for a while. Miranda moved amongst the class, complimenting, commenting, adjusting, advising. To each senior, she whispered: "Start to explore her pussy, dear, she is ready for it." God bless them, the juniors were mostly to absorbed in their titty play to take much notice of the hand that slid between their smooth young thighs and sought out their warm hairless pussy. "Now, my darling girls, the next stage is REALLY wonderful for any girl! Seniors, offer your breast again. Juniors, suckle! Suck as if you really wanted to draw milk!" In the distance, a bell rang, signalling the end of afternoon school. But in Miss Miranda Keys' class, nobody took a blind bit of notice. Suckling, whether you are on the giving or the receiving end, was too good to interrupt. Miranda made a quick check of the fifteen couplings to make sure that every senior had her fingers working to pleasure her little partner's hairless kittty. No, she thought, I am not going to interrupt this session: this is too beautiful to stop now. [Comments to sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com. Email me also if you would like to join one of my yahoo groups]