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THE ART OF INNOCENCE

Chapter 1

Courtney Roberts stood outside the closed classroom door, her slender young
body revealingly clad in a short robe of shimmery crimson silk, and for a
second or two she really wasn't certain she could go through with this after
all.  The pretty, dark-haired nineteen-year-old had only been at Freedale
Arts Academy a short two weeks, and had been both flattered and more than a
little frightened when her art instructor, the forbiddingly severe Ms.
Elizabeth Duprey, had asked her to model nude before her freshman drawing
class.

It was true, Courtney was an art major, Freedale Arts Academy being the
first stop on the long road she had mapped out for herself, and she realized
that if one intended to become an artist, maybe even a great artist -- a
painter, for that was her dream -- there were certain sacrifices that would
no doubt have to be made not just now but throughout her career.  And
unveiling her young body before her instructor and fellow classmates would
go a long way towards proving herself open-minded and uninhibited and
liberal enough to qualify for entrance into the libertine world of the Arts.

Courtney certainly did not consider herself to be a prude of any kind.  She
was no longer a virgin, for instance.  Her boyfriend, Sean, the high school
track star she had chastely dated for the last two years of her girlhood,
had relieved Courtney of the ultimate avatar of female sexual innocence just
this past summer, the summer of her nineteenth birthday, on the sun washed
deck of the cabin cruiser his father kept moored on the lake near their home
town.  It had been a brief physical encounter and, if Courtney were to be
entirely honest, not that enjoyable, really.  After all, Courtney knew from
frequent late night discussions with her female friends that a girl's "first
time" was rarely reputed to be much fun.  More of a rite of passage, a thing
to be endured rather than enjoyed.  And, since she and Sean had chosen
different colleges at summer's end and were now physically separated by
several hundred miles, she realized that they would have no opportunity to
improve their sexual technique together until the following summer at the
earliest.  Being much of the realist, Courtney also knew that, plunged into
the excitingly unexplored world of his own new life at college, the Sean of
her high school days might well have found himself a new love long before
summer brought the two together once more, and she had begun mentally
preparing herself for such a development as best she could.

So Courtney had not stepped into her own exciting new world, the world of
Freedale Arts Academy, hampered by virginity.  But for all of that, she was
still basically a shy and inexperienced young girl.  But wasn't gaining
experience and self-confidence what college was all about?  Wasn't that why
she had come to Freedale in the first place, and why she hadn't chosen to
follow Sean to his more traditional schools of the Ivy League?  Hadn't she
stepped onto her own path knowing that those universities offered her
nothing of what she really needed while Freedale might offer her everything?
Hadn't she sensed that there was a door somewhere within herself that needed
to be opened, a door that in most people too frequently remained closed all
their lives, and that Freedale might show her the key to that door, might
even give her the necessary shove through it?  Hadn't that been her design,
her instinct and, she fervently hoped, her destiny?

So why was she standing here, outside the closed door of room four-eleven,
the door which would lead her into her nine o'clock drawing class,
hesitating like she was?  She pondered this for a moment, breathlessly
taking in the rich scent of floor wax and wood polish and the underlying
note of freshly applied oil paints that floated along the cool shadowed and
dark paneled hallway.  It answer was simple, really.  Courtney had never
exposed her naked young body to any male other than Sean.  And the only
other women ever to see her unclothed had been the girls in her gym classes
at high school, and even that had made the modest Courtney a bit
uncomfortable.  Courtney had been an only child, and her family, while
certainly loving and supportive of their young daughter, had always been
rather reserved when it came to nudity, even around their home.  And though
Courtney had always seemed to have an innate sense of her own good looks
and, through her interest in art, had become familiar enough with what made
up the composite image of "a pretty girl" to know that she qualified as a
quite competent example of that classification, she still remained at heart
the shyness and uncertainty of her tender age.

So for Courtney, the idea of stepping into a classroom filled with thirty or
more entire strangers, and then displaying herself quite naked before them,
was a daunting prospect indeed.

But, Courtney reminded herself, her instructor, the equally daunting Ms.
Duprey, had shown quite a bit of confidence in her by asking her to serve as
the very first female student model for her elementary drawing class this
semester.  It was a great honor.  She must do everything possible to make
sure her instructor continued to think her worthy of it.

So, taking a very deep breath, Courtney screwed up her courage, took the
ornate brass doorknob firmly in hand, turned it, pushed the heavy oak door
inward on its silent oiled hinges, and walked confidently into the
classroom.

Thirty sets of eyes met her own as she paused for a second, just inside the
threshold.  She felt herself beginning to panic.  There was the entire class
of freshman art students, male and female in nearly equal numbers, and they
were all instantly staring right at her.  She hadn't even taken off her
robe, and already she was anxious.  Maybe she wouldn't be able to do this
after all.

Fortunately, Ms. Duprey, perhaps sensing the young woman's misgivings, came
striding forward to take the girl by the hand and lead her off to a small
velvet-covered platform that had been placed at the front of the room.
There was a single wooden straight backed chair at the center of this
platform and Ms. Duprey led Courtney directly up to it.

As they walked, Ms. Duprey leaned close to whisper softly into the girl's
ear, "It's okay.  You'll do fine.  Everybody's nervous the first time.
Anybody in the room would be scared to death, but their times will come
later in the year."

Courtney smiled uncertainly at the reassuring words, then gasped softly as
Ms. Duprey matter-of-factly whipped the crimson silk robe away, leaving
Courtney standing there completely naked.  "You see?" whispered the older
woman, smiling, as her eyebrows lifted, comically.  "I did the difficult
part for you.  Now all you have to do is sit there."  She winked
reassuringly at the girl, then pushed her gently down onto the wooden chair,
which felt odd against Courtney's bare behind, and stepped down off the
platform, leaving the bare body of the trembling young woman nakedly exposed
to her fellow classmates for the very first time.

It was an odd feeling for Courtney.  All those eyes suddenly roving over her
body, as she sat, knees together, hands tight-fisted at her waist.  Her
instructor had been wise in moving the girl quickly into place and stripping
her of the robe.  Doing all that by herself, Courtney realized, would have
been difficult perhaps to the point of impossibility.  But now that she was
seated naked on the platform, and knew that she had but to continue sitting
there until the class ended, allowed a good deal of the girl's anxiety to
melt away.  She was even beginning to feel a bit proud of herself at her
accomplishment.  She was proving herself worthy of entering the illustrious
world of art.  No doubt, Courtney thought, when she had become a great
artist -- a great painter, for that was her dream -- she would look back on
this, the first step she had taken into that larger world, as one of the
significant turning point s in her life.

Courtney cautiously raised her eyes for the first time to look about the
class before her.  Each of the thirty sets of eyes that were trained upon
her seemed to convey its own separate emotion.  Some appeared to be
embarrassed for her, but others were gazing appreciatively at the her
girlishly attractive form.  Her pale skin a creamy perfection, most of the
slight summer tan she had developed already having faded away, the faint tan
lines from the swimsuit she had worn all but invisible now.  The raven-dark
hair, lying in easy, natural curls along her soft shoulders.  The emerald
eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light of two small spotlights -- one at
the ceiling, and one on the floor -- that were trained upon her.  The
smallish, tender-looking breasts, the size of ripe summer pears, crowned by
delicate cherry-red nipples that had now become peaked and stiff in reaction
to the slight chill in the room.  A narrow waist that expanded gently into
hips that hinted of a voluptuousness that might come in her twenties, but
was now still mainly girlish.  The well-formed legs, knees still pressing
tightly together, allowed only a teasing glimpse of the soft, dark curls
which blossomed a few inches beneath the indentation of the girl's naval.

Courtney took a deep breath to try and calm herself further, unaware of the
effect the accentuated rise and fall of her proud breasts might have upon
the male students present, some of whom were now staring at the her with
something more than an purely artistic appreciation.  A close observer might
have detected a similar reaction in a few of the young females present as
well.

But Courtney was unaware of all this.  She was still caught up in her own
mix of emotions at being the nervous, and somewhat proud, center of
attention of this class of young art students.

Ms. Duprey had begun to address the gathering.  "Now class, as you'll
remember, Miss Roberts here was selected by me at the end of class on Friday
as our first live model.  I want you understand that she is being very brave
being the first one of you to do this.  Any giggling or other acts of
immaturity on the part of anyone here will be taken as evidence of a lack of
artistic sincerity and will be punished by immediate expulsion from this
class.  Is that understood?"

There was nothing but silent ascent from the students.

"You are also to understand," Ms. Duprey continued, "that each of you will
be required to do your duty as well when your time comes."

Here there were a few nervous glaces and shifting in seats, as each of the
students imagined his or her body exposed before the class as Courtney's was
now.

"Excellent," said Ms. Duprey, turning about to face the girl on the
platform.  "Let us begin by taking note of the human form we see before us.
The nude is the true, classic expression of all that is human.  It is the
single most beautiful work of art in existence, absolutely complete in its
ideal perfection.  Hence our eternal fascination with its curves, its
textures, its coloring, the play of muscle and sinew and bone that shows
itself at the surface.  Hence our never ending attempt to capture its magic
on paper and canvas and in sculpted stone."

Courtney tried not to shift in her seat, nervously, as the instructor
proceeded to inventory the lines and curves of Courtney's own nakedly
exposed body.  She tried desperately not to blush as the woman described in
detail everything that was remarkable about it.  The pale coloring of her
skin (she noted the faint swimsuit lines as well), the contrast of that
paleness to the deep, midnight black of Courtney's hair, which Ms. Duprey
described as "floating mystically about the alabaster shoulders below."
Courtney did find herself blushing as the instructor went on to note the
"sweet, gentle curves of the taut young breasts", and the "lush ripe rose
color of the firm nipples."  But Courtney's blush was not caused by
embarrassment, strangely, but by a vague welling of excitement within her,
which alone would have caused a hardening in those very rose colored nipples
had they not already been tightened by the room's slight chill.

Now Ms. Duprey was describing the faint rise of the girl's small belly and
(Courtney really was trying not to shift in her seat at this point) the
"hint of darkness" as the beginnings of the girl's pubic curls showed at her
lap at the junction her tightly clenched upper thighs.

Courtney imagined she could now feel the eyes in the room focused at the
place where her legs came together, the almost physical prying of those
eyes, like pairs of insistent crowbars, gently attempting to force her
thighs apart so that her most secret innermost self might be revealed to
them.

The instructor had been pacing back and forth in front of the class as she
delivered her analysis of Courtney's "classic human form", and now stood
immediately before the girl, temporarily blocking Courtney from the class's
view.  The slight elevation of the velvet covered platform put the eyes of
the seated girl at the same level as her own.  Looking deeply into those
sparkling green eyes, Ms. Duprey shocked the girl by reached casually
forward to press apart Courtney's tightly clenched thighs.  Courtney gasped,
but did not offer resistance.  The instructor smiled her approval, and
winked comfortingly to the girl before stepping aside and turning again to
face the class.

"And here we have the heart and soul of all that is woman, all that is
female," Ms Duprey said.  "Her sex.  The secret center of her very being."
She turned to gaze appreciatively, along with her class, toward the girl who
was now exposed to her very core.

Courtney had trimmed her dark bush slightly that very morning, and now she
deeply wished she hadn't.  The small, dark vee hardly concealed a single
detail of the girl's tender sex.  The delicate petals of her nether lips
were plainly visible, as was the slight protuberance of flesh near the top
which shielded the button of her small clitoris, which Courtney was forever
playing with recently, or so it seemed to her.  Probably this was because
she was experiencing some degree of stress at these first few days in her
new life at college and had no boyfriend to help her work off such stresses.

Courtney frantically chased thoughts of her frequent masturbation from her
mind.  My god, what was she thinking about?  And right in front of a
classroom full of strangers!  She'd forgotten where she was for a second,
she realized.  And to her horror she also realized that her thoughts had
been very close to expressing themselves in actions.  Her hand had almost
strayed of its own volition into the region of her lap.

Now when she looked out over the group of her fellow classmates there were
no eyes to meet her own.  Each student had his or her gaze fixed upon the
details of Courtney's openly displayed sex, the lips of which had parted a
bit along with the opening of her thighs.

To her increased discomfort, Courtney now heard the voice of Ms. Duprey
describing to the class, in highly artistic terms it is true, the exacting
visuaL details of the girl's nakedly exposed vulva.  Courtney really did
begin to blush now as the older woman pointed out the various shades of pink
that colored her there.  A "soft, coral pink, evolving into a deeper shade
of near scarlet approaching the little mouth."

My god, this was so embarrassing!  And yet, as she listened, Courtney found
the instructor's words increasingly flattering.  Courtney had looked at
herself "down there" many times, of course, on occasion using a small
hand-mirror for even closer examination, but she had never seen there the
beauty Ms. Duprey was now describing.  She had to restrain herself from
peering to look down to see for herself the beautiful shapes and colors that
the woman supposedly saw there.

Instead, she let her nervous gaze sweep through the classroom again.  She
noted that some of the male students were shifting about, somewhat
uncomfortably, in their seats, as Ms. Duprey's words became almost erotic in
their specificity of detail.

Those guys had hardons, Courtney suddenly realized!  These college men were
getting hard over her!

She was suddenly quite flattered, and even shifted a little forward on the
edge of her wooden chair before realizing what she was doing.  The lips of
her sex were even more open than they had been before.  Courtney thought she
noticed a couple of the girls looking a bit flushed and uncomfortable as
well, but decide they were just vicariously feeling the embarrassment that
Courtney must be experiencing first hand.

Courtney's gaze rested after a moment upon one young man who sat staring at
her from the front row.  He was dark, handsome in an athletic way, and his
jeans-clad legs were sprawled widely under his small desk, giving Courtney a
clear, if unintended, view of a large bulge at his denim-covered loins.  Was
that a hard-on beneath his jeans, Courtney wondered?  She was almost certain
it was.

The guy was very good-looking, Courtney decided.  And there appeared to be
no licentiousness at all in the way he was joining the rest of the class in
the close examination of Courtney's exposed loins.  If anything, there was a
look of awe upon the young man's face, a simple wonder in the steady gaze of
his big, brown eyes.

Courtney began to like what she saw in the guy.  He was much the same build
as Sean, her boyfriend from the past summer.  And that genuine look of open
admiration in his face, as he gazed between her open legs that Courtney
found adorable somehow.  She decided she knew what caused it.I'll bet he's
never seen a girl's pussy before, she thought.  At least not in real life.
She was the very first girl he'd seen naked, she suddenly realized.  An
innocent, handsome young male, seeing his first female cunt.  It was a
thought that excited Courtney no end.

What would the young man do if she were to get up from this chair right now,
step down from this platform, and walk right up to him where he sat?  He
wouldn't know what to do, she realized.  If he had never seen a naked girl
before now, he certainly wouldn't have the slightest idea what to do with
one.

Maybe she'd just teach him, she thought, now totally lost in a fantasy
world.  (There was no way a shy young girl like Courtney would ever actually
do anything like that, was there?)  Maybe she'd just kneel down right there
in front of him...and...

No...first she'd stand there a minute or two, she decided, letting him look
at her naked body at close range.  Maybe she'd reach up to cup her hands
around her firm, round breasts, like she sometimes did when she was working
herself up to playing with herself.  She'd tease her small "rose-red"
nipples into erection, while the young man tried to hide his massive
erection she had inspiring between his legs.

Then she'd maybe give a little moan, as she looked deep into the young man's
dark, brown eyes, so he would know that she, too, was becoming excited by
her performance.  She'd slip forth her tongue to moisten her lips as she
moaned.  And then she would fall to her knees before his seated form, and
reach out slowly toward his denim bulge.

The young man's penis would have swelled almost to bursting by now, Courtney
thought, as her fantasy continued.  She would have to be careful not to rub
on it too hard or fast, through the denim covering, before she got around to
unfastening the button at his waist and began to pull down the metal zipper.
She could almost feel the vibrations of the zipper being pulled running
through her hand and down to her own loins, as she knelt there between her
young man's legs and fingered his huge, hard penis out into the open.  He
would be wearing no underwear, she thought, not because it was a lewd habit
with him, but that he hadn't done his laundry yet back at the dorm, had
found himself with a clean pair this morning, and so had to go without.

She would carefully fold back the material of his fly so as not to graze his
tender flesh with the exposed tracks of the zipper, and then, for a moment,
she would just look at the cock in her hand, which would now be rock-hard in
its excitement.  She would watch it as it throbbed gently to the young man's
heartbeat, and then would nearly stop that heartbeat by jacking one tight
fist rapidly up and down, making him arch his back suddenly and gasp as he
nearly came.

She'd stop, then, just as suddenly as she'd started, to catch the guy just
on the edge of orgasm.  She'd watch him force himself to hold back, he
somehow knowing that better, more intense sensations were to come, if he
could only restrain himself long enough.

He'd calm down slowly, and after a moment, Courtney would smile up at his
flushed face and ask, "Can I please suck your big, hard, cock into my
mouth?"

With a small whimper and a panting breath or two, the brown-haired young man
would give Courtney a quick nod of permission, and slowly, very, very
slowly, she would take the very tip, just the tip, of his penis into her
mouth, and suckle it gently as a new-born babe at its mother's breast.

The young man would be whimpering steadily now, his hips starting to squirm
in his seat, as Courtney softly sucked and licked at the plump, round head
at the end of the thick, hard shaft.  Courtney had never sucked a penis
before, she had always been too shy to propose such a thing to Sean, and he
had been too shy to make the request himself.  But in her imagination, she
now savored the warm, muskiness that oozed steadily from the small hole in
the hard throbbing penis, and loved the taste she imagined.  It would be
sort of salty, she guessed, and slippery too.  She'd felt the slick flow of
male cream from her ravaged pussy after Sean had fucked her that once.

In her excited brain, the young man's member pulsed and strained against her
tongue as it emitted the warm dew that was but a hint of the downpour he
would soon discharge into her waiting, hungrily sucking mouth.

It came to her that the guy was now upon the very point of ejaculation, and
instantly she stopped her delicious caresses.  As the hot mouth left his
penis, the young man looked down at her in disappointment at the premature
interruption of his pleasure.  "No!  Don't stop!" he begged in a small, high
voice.

"I have to," she responded, simply.  "If you come in my mouth, then you
won't be able to fuck me."

"Yes, I will!" the young man insisted, his face showing the pain of his
frustration.  "I can come again right away!  I do it all the time!"

"In your hand?" Courtney asked, smiling wickedly.

"Y-yes," said the young man, obviously uncomfortable admitting this secret,
solitary sex play.  "So I know I can come again.  Please, let me come in
your mouth.  You're so beautiful."

Courtney decided to take the young man at his word.  Sometimes she could
play her self through four or five good hand-creamers, so why couldn't he be
capable of at least two?

With that thought, her decision way made, and Courtney once again dove her
head into the brown-haired young man's lap, this time capturing his ridged
shaft all the way to the root.  She could feel all eight inches of him slip
past her lips and tonsils until the very end was buried far down her throat.
It felt delicious sliding down there, pulsing forth its little trickle of
clear fluid to lubricate its passing as it went.

It must have felt good to her young man as well, because as the tip of his
hard piston reached the very depths of her throat, Courtney heard him give a
long, low moan, and felt his hard, lean hips give a sharp lurch up at her
face.  The shaft she held buried within her throat began that instant to
pulse even harder, and Courtney was taken quite off her guard when she felt
a single, large stream of fluid suddenly erupt from his cock-tip, gushing
quickly past her esophagus to splash directly into her waiting stomach.

Panicked that the guy might squirt his entire load into her belly without
her having tasted it, Courtney quickly pulled back so that she held the
still pulsating and gushing tip against her tongue.  Sensations like she'd
never experienced before exploded within her head as gushing spurt after
gushing spurt of the rich male cream surged over her tongue to fill her
mouth again and again, her taste buds crying out ecstatically at the
scrumptious taste of the young man's pure, male essence, which she now drank
in thirsty gulps directly from its sacred source.

Again and again the rich cream flowed, and Courtney swirled each mouthful
around, appreciatively, before swallowing the sweet substance in preparation
for receiving the next gush.

It seemed it would never stop, this fantasized flow of sweet tasting sperm.
But as Courtney's fantasy rolled on into its next phase, the spurting cock
was removed from her mouth from the guy himself, as he stood, pulling down
his jeans and kicking hem away, and whipping the football jersey he wore
away as well, to now stand naked before the still kneeling young Courtney.

"I'm gonna' fuck you now," the young man said, in a deep, growling voice
that thrilled Courtney from the tip of her pointed pink nipples to the nub
of her quivering little clit.  Somehow the young man in her fantasy had
transformed from an innocent youth into a confident, experienced man.  A man
who now demanded that his rough, manly needs be now satisfied in the most
primitive manner possible.

Approaching the girl, the young man seised her roughly by her shoulders and
drew her around from her former kneeling position into a hands and knees
stance facing away from him.  Courtney knew at once what he had in mind, and
even before he knelt behind her to place the head of his hard cock against
her wet pussy, she was already calling, frantically, "Yes!  Yes!  Oh, yes,
do it to me like that!"

Her imploring words ended in a high, wailing cry, as the young man abruptly
slammed into her, his hard young penis, somehow lengthened now in her
fantasy beyond the already respectable eight inches it had boasted earlier,
plunging instantly into her very depths.

She cried again, as the guy began to withdraw and insert, withdraw and
insert, pounding his hips into hers with the ferocity of his attack.  It was
incredible!  The one time Sean had done it to her, it had been a gentle,
loving thing that had lasted a few brief moments, and then was over.
Courtney had hardly even been sore afterward, except for a few twinges from
her freshly torn cherry.  But now her fantasy man was coming at her like a
battering ram.  She doubted she would be able to walk away from the
onslaught.

She imagined herself being carried from the room to the student infirmary,
smiling serenely in the aftermath of passion, but too exhausted to move.

What a climax this was going to trigger!  She could already feel the huge
bubble of an orgasm of unprecedented proportions swelling up inside of her
belly with every frantic slam of the young male hips.  And she knew it was
going to be fantastic!

Then it came.  First a feeling as if something large inside her had been
shaken loose suddenly, as if the hugely plunging penis had fatally torn away
some vital part of herself.  Then the huge bubble of her orgasm swelled to
ten times the size it had been before, swelling and swelling, until Courtney
felt the awful wonderful pressure had to be released or she might die.  Then
came a tremendous explosion.  The walls of her poor, battered vagina seemed
to blow right to pieces as an incredible, unbelievable, unstoppable flash of
pure, raw pleasure shot from everywhere at once.  Lightening seemed to
strike at the same time at both her nipples and her trembling little clit,
and then she was suddenly orgasming everywhere at once.

Courtney heard herself scream and scream and scream as the pleasures seemed
to go on and on forever.  Then she felt the guy behind her freeze suddenly
at the peak of a last, final thrust into her depths, his hips held tightly
against her own, his cock completely imbedded in the tight, hot cylinder of
her cunt.  And now the guy was coming too.  Gush after torrential gush of
white-hot semen shot forcibly again and again deep into Courtney's belly.
She felt it shooting so far up inside her that she imagined she could taste
its farthest spurtings at the back of her throat!

Courtney felt as if she'd become to a mass of quivering jelly and was
herself oozing away along with the young man's melting sperm that was now
backing up within her and forcing its way back out between the tightly
clenched inner walls of her spasming pussy and the penis of the young man
who knelt orgasming behind her.

It was absolute heaven!

As her lover slowly withdrew the incredible length of his dick, and then
fell away from her, Courtney was startled to hear the sound of applause
filling the room.  She looked up to see the entire class giving she and her
young man an appreciative standing ovation.

Suddenly Courtney came back to herself, her fantasy instantly forgotten, as
she frantically looked around to find herself still seated upon the hard
wooden chair upon the modeling platform.  But the class was still
applauding, though they all remained seated at their drawing desks.
Courtney looked around, startled and confused.

The class instructor, Ms. Duprey, was approaching to hand Courtney her
discarded robe.  "That will do for today, Courtney.  You did very well!"
She turned back to the class, as Courtney stood, shakily, and her arms tried
to find the armholes in the delicate silk.  "Next time, class, we'll do more
than just preliminary sketches.  We'll do full treatments.  So be thinking
about your interpretations.  Class dismissed."

Courtney recovered herself enough to glance shyly toward the brown-haired
guy she'd been fantasizing about moments before.  He caught her glance, then
looked quickly away, gathered his books and sketch pad, and was out the door
a second later.

Wow, thought Courtney, it was a very good thing no one in the class could
read minds.  She, herself, could hardly believe the thoughts she'd
apparently spent most of the last hour entertaining... and while sitting
stark naked before the whole class!  Amazing!

Then, as she was gathering the ties of her robe about her waist, she
happened to look down at the chair she'd been sitting on.  There was a clear
sheen of moisture upon the wooden seat!  Courtney was horrified.

Quickly, she leaned down to wipe away the evidence of her secret sexual
excitement before anyone else happened to see it.  Had she actually been
dripping onto the chair, as she sat fantasizing about a guy she didn't even
know?  Was she turning into some kind of a slut?  And had anyone noticed?

Shocked at herself, Courtney was through the door and gone, heading for the
changing room down the hall before her instructor, Ms. Duprey, had a chance
to say goodbye.

There had, in fact, been at least one person in the classroom who had been
aware of the girl's excitement -- someone who'd had a much closer view of
the platform on which Courtney had sat than others in the room.  And that
someone was Ms. Elizabeth Duprey, art instructor for the freshman class.

As Courtney quickly ducked from the room, Elizabeth was already approaching
the chair where the young student had been sitting a moment before.  And she
saw the traces of the girl's excitement that her hurried swipe with the silk
robe had failed to completely wipe away.

And Elizabeth smiled, knowing that she'd just found her special, prize
student for the semester.





































Chapter 2



By the end of her first week as class model, Courtney was starting to feel
more comfortable about posing naked in front of her fellow students.  There
were times she even enjoyed it.  For five days she had sat on that chair on
the velvet platform before critical, watchful eyes, as thirty hands busily
attempted to capture her unique beauty, her "female essence", as their
instructor, Ms. Duprey, preferred to call it.  And most of the sketches her
classmates were coming up with were quite flattering to the young woman.

As each day's class came to an end, Courtney would watch from a corner of
her eye, as she slipped back into her robe, while one by one, each of the
students filed past her, placing that day's sketch on the platform's edge,
Ms. Duprey commenting briefly on each drawing as it was handed in.  It was
thrilling for Courtney to see these images of herself laid out before her,
day after day, to see her small, pert breasts and even her bare pussy
rendered so precisely in pencil and charcoal.  Some of the sketches were
vague in their detail and were simply "suggestive" of Courtney's female
form, but most of the students seemed to have noted and drawn-in even her
tiniest physical features with an almost clinical, photographic exactness.
Courtney was becoming used to seeing exact renderings of the lips of her
little sex, and had even become aware, through the eyes of these budding
artists, of such things as the slight, almost imperceptible lift her left
breast had over her right, and the way the small pink hood of flesh which
covered her clitoris appeared larger on certain days than on others.  Things
she had never noticed about her own body.  But, then, she had never spent a
solid hour each day for a week staring at herself, either.

In image after image, these students had sought to portray the girl who had
posed nakedly before them as everything from a wanton slut from some rock
video to an innocent young girl caught lounging naked after a long bath.
And, over all, Ms. Duprey seemed very pleased with the early progress of the
class.

Courtney had finished fastening her robe about herself and was gathering up
her books and sketch pad to head for the changing room down the hall, when
Ms. Duprey intercepted her at the classroom door.  "Just a second, Miss
Roberts," the instructor said as she approached the girl.  "I'd like to
speak with you a moment if I may."

"Yes, Ms. Duprey," Courtney replied, turning to face the woman.

"I'd like you to know that your first week of modeling has gone quite well,
Miss Roberts.  Or may I call you Courtney?"

"Oh.  Sure, Ms. Duprey," the girl said, eager to please her instructor.

"Fine.  And you may call me Elizabeth, if you like," the woman said, with a
tight smile.  "Although not in front of the other students, please.  I must
maintain a degree of discipline, you know.  But, after all, I have seen your
totally naked young body every day for a week now, so I see no reason to
insist on maintaining such formalities in your case."

Courtney was flattered.  "All right... Elizabeth," she agreed.

"You know," the woman continued, moving between the girl and the classroom
door, which had been left open by the last departing students.  "You have
shown a very great natural talent for modeling."

"Really?" asked Courtney, surprised.

"Really," the woman confirmed, now pushing the classroom door gently closed,
and leaning against it with her arms folded across her large breasts,
beneath the black knit sweater she wore.  "It is a raw talent, to be sure,
but I feel there is something deeply hidden there that can be worked with,
refined, developed.  You might even find your far greater artistic talent
lies in the realm of modeling than in working on the other side of the
canvas."

Courtney smiled wonderingly at such praise, although she did feel a bit
defensive about having this particular talent of hers, that of inspiring
artists rather than being an artist herself.  But she saw no reason to
mention these misgivings to her instructor.  After all, there was nothing
that said a person couldn't develop herself both as an artist and as an
artist's model at the same time.

"Thank you, Ma'am.  That's great to hear," she said.

"Modeling schools can be as expensive as art schools, however," the
instructor continued, looking regretful.  "Very expensive, indeed.  But I
have an idea that might be of help.  How would you feel about receiving
modeling lessons... from me?  Private lessons, I mean."

Courtney didn't know what to say.  "I..."

"I would conduct these lessons after class," the woman went on, before the
girl could answer.   "Here, in this room, and occasionally at my home, as my
schedule permits.  And, of course, there would be no charge.  I would feel I
was helping to develop a new, young talent, and one does not charge a fee
for such things.  How would you feel about that, Courtney?"

Courtney was thrilled at the idea.  A new aspect of her artistic career migh
t be opening itself up to her, and if things did not work out -- her
modeling talent perhaps proving something less than her instructor was
anticipating -- Courtney would at least earn some extra points of good will
with the woman, which certainly couldn't hurt her college career.

So the girl accepted the woman's offer almost immediately.  "Certainly, Ms.
Duprey.  It would be a great honor.  I'd love it."

"Wonderful," the woman responded.  "Then we can begin at once."

This caught Courtney a bit off guard, and it must have shown on her face.

"Unless," said the instructor, an eyebrow raising slightly at the girl's
hesitation, "Unless you have something else to do at the moment.  Something
more... important?"

Ms. Duprey's tone showed clearly that to refuse her offer now would be to
give great offense and perhaps lose her this great opportunity as soon as it
had come to her, and Courtney had no wish to chase away the marvelous good
fortune that had only just now come her way.

She had, in fact, been planning to meet her roommate, Brenda, at the campus
snack bar for lunch a few minutes from now, but she decided that Brenda
would understand her failure to appear when Courtney explained the situation
to her later on.

So, very quickly, Courtney said, "Oh, no, Ms. Duprey, I don't have anything
planned!  We can start right now, sure!"

"Splendid," the woman said, with a satisfied smile.  "And don't forget...
for you, my name is Elizabeth."

"Yes... Elizabeth... I'm sorry... thank you," Courtney said, as Elizabeth
took her by the hand and led her back to the velvet-covered platform.

Courtney untied the sash of her silk robe, shrugged the garment away, and
then sat down once more upon the straight-back wooden chair at the center of
the velvet-covered modeling center.

"Now," said Elizabeth, stepping back from Courtney to gaze approvingly at
the girl who was nakedly posing once again, but this time for her instructor
alone.  "Firstly, a great model must maintain a total awareness of her body
as she poses.  And, at the very same time, she must set her mind firmly upon
a picture -- a fantasy, if you will -- an image of where she is and what she
is doing.  A great model never thinks of herself as simply posing before an
artist.  She must see herself as being in the specific situation the artist
wishes to capture.

"Let us say that a painter wishes to create a painting of a young girl,
seated nakedly upon a white horse.  Let us further say that this girl is to
be depicted as a slave girl in some barbaric land and time, and she is to be
surrounded by hundreds of enemy warriors, each one of them fighting to
obtain her lush, naked body for himself.  The truly great model will paint
that picture within her mind.  She will see herself in that exact situation.
She will feel the scratch of the rough horsehair beneath her naked, open sex
as she rides.  She will feel the eyes of those warriors gazing hungrily upon
her naked flesh.  She will imagine how it would be to be caught by first one
warrior, then another, each one in his turn pulling her to the ground to
ravage her body to the point of exhaustion.  She will even feel their hard,
male flesh thrusting violently into her very center, again and again, and
will anticipate the endless, delicious orgasms she would feel in response."

Courtney's breath was quickening, as the almost hypnotic rhythm of the
instructor's words did, indeed, paint a picture within the girl's mind.
Courtney felt she could actually feel rough hands upon her body, pulling her
to the ground and tearing at her naked flesh, and then, finally,
deliciously, violating her again and again.  Courtney's eyes were closed as
these images played themselves out within her mind.

Elizabeth watched the young woman on the chair before her, and noted the
ready response.  She turned her face partially away, so that Courtney would
not see her observing her closely, as she broke off the girl's revery by
asking a sudden question.  "You have fantasies, yourself, from time to time,
don't you, Courtney?"

Courtney's eyes fluttered open.  Elizabeth had turned away to pace back and
forth in front of the velvet platform as she awaited the girl's response.

"I... well, I...," Courtney stuttered, as she searched for an appropriate
answer.

"Oh, come now," Elizabeth insisted.  "A healthy young woman of your age must
entertain fantasies almost daily."

"Well, I..." Courtney could not seem to find words to answer.

"Now, Courtney, we must be honest with each other, must we not?  The world
of art is about absolute honesty, after all.  It is about truth.  We must be
truthful with each other if we are to find together the true soul of art."

"Yes... of course...," said Courtney.

"I will make it easier for you," Elizabeth declared, finally.  "I will ask
you questions, and you will give the answers... honestly.  Agreed?"

"Yes, ma'am," the girl said, nodding uncertainly.

"Very well.  We will start with a simple question.  You masturbate, do you
not?"

Courtney stared at the woman, absolutely horrified, but Elizabeth did not
seem to note this as she continued to pace up and down before the girl.
"And when you masturbate, you fantasize, is that not also correct?"

Courtney swallowed hard, and answered, "Y-yes... I... suppose I..."

Elizabeth's voice interrupted as she turned to face the girl directly.
There was a trace of stern impatience in her voice as she said, "Courtney,
your embarrassment at such personal questions simply points out your lack of
professionalism.  You must get beyond this at once.  Now, I was a young girl
myself, so I know very well that all young girls masturbate, although few
care to admit it.  And while they masturbate, they entertain fantasies.  So,
it quite naturally follows, that you masturbate as well and that you
fantasize while doing so.  So please just admit it and let's for goodness'
sake move on."

The woman's sharp words had their intended effect.  Courtney instantly
responded to the woman's questioning of her professionalism and sincerity
about her artistic career by abruptly straightening in her chair, hardening
her face, and answering, with as much confidence in her voice as she could
muster, "Yes, ma'am.  I... I masturbate.  And I have fantasies when I do."
It had come all in a rush, and the girl seemed to deflate a bit afterwards.
But the proud smile the response afforded her from her instructor instantly
restored the confidence she had momentarily lost.

"Very good!" the woman applauded.  Then she leaned closely in to the girl
for a moment as she said, this time in a more quietly understanding tone,
"That is quite a difficult thing for a woman your age to admit, I know.  It
is also quite natural, in our current repressed society, for a girl to
conceal, even to deny this... personal... activity, however large and
important a part the participation in such activity plays in her
development.  You are progressing well, my dear.  Very well, indeed."

Elizabeth now stepped back away from the platform, and sat down,
cross-legged on the floor, directly in front of the girl.

"Now," said the woman, her voice the soul of formality once more, as she sat
looking up at Courtney's seated figure from below. "We will perform an
exercise which will demonstrate your ability to focus your mind upon a
single, specific image.  We will select a simple, everyday scenario for you
to concentrate upon, and I will judge how well you immerse yourself in that
scenario based upon how well I am able to visualize it in your pose."

Courtney adjusted herself into a more relaxed position upon the chair, her
hands resting casually upon her knees.  She took a deep breath, let it out
slowly as she closed her eyes, and then sat waiting patiently for the
woman's instructions.

"It is morning," Elizabeth began, watching the girl closely.  "You have just
awakened in your dorm room.  You stretch, turn back the covers of your bed,
and sit up.  What are you wearing?"

"A white T-shirt," the girl responded, without hesitation.

"And?" the woman prompted.

"Panties," said the girl, in a soft voice.  "They're pink."

"Good," said Elizabeth.  "Now, you leave your bed -- your roommate is still
asleep, so you are careful not to awaken her -- and you leave the room and
walk down the hall to the dorm shower and rest rooms.

There are several girls inside, brushing their teeth, drying their hair,
etc.  You can smell the girls around you.  There is a heady mixture of
various perfumes and scented soaps in the air.  But you can also detect the
scent of the girls, themselves.   The musky smell of the female."  Elizabeth
saw the girl's nose wrinkle slightly at the imagined scent.  "It is a most
pleasant smell.  The showers are running in each of the shower stalls.  You
find an empty toilet cubicle -- one right next to the showers, in fact --
and you open the door and go inside."

Courtney's face was expressionless as she visualized all this perfectly, her
mind following the woman's instructions to the letter.

"You sit down, and proceed to relieve yourself," the instructor said, and
noted the slight shifting apart of the girl's knees at this last bit of
imagery.  "Now you are finished.  You dry yourself, and you are about to
stand up when you suddenly realize that you are becoming sexually aroused."

Now Courtney shifted a bit more in her seat, this time with a flush of
embarrassment rising in her face, as she briefly struggled to resist that
embarrassment and maintain the fantasized image her instructor was painting
for her.  Elizabeth watched the girl win this struggle, finally, Courtney's
face becoming once again composed as she let herself sink further into the
heart of the fantasy.

"You realize that your young body has need of a morning orgasm, and that you
must fulfill this need."  The girl's knees slipped a fraction more apart,
and Elizabeth could almost swear that she had seen a sudden twitch of
movement near the top of the girl's pussy slit, a pulsing under the little
hood covering the girl's clitoris.

"With your roommate still asleep in the room you share, you realize that you
cannot return there to seek release in the comfort of your own bed.  But
your need is growing very strong, now.  It is undeniable, in fact.  So what
do you do?"

"I...," Courtney murmured slightly.

Elizabeth's voice interrupted, quickly.  The question had been rhetorical.
The woman did not want the girl to have any choice or say in the direction
the fantasy image would go.  That might lead things into safer territory
than Elizabeth wished.  So she continued to direct the girl, bringing her
slowly and carefully along to the place she'd planned for her the moment she
had seen the girl nakedly exposed before the eyes of her class that very
first day.

"Suddenly, you realize that with the door of your cubicle securely locked to
prevent interruption, and with the noise of the showers running in the
adjoining stalls to drown out any noises your passion might inspire, you can
safely bring yourself to an orgasm right where you are." Elizabeth paused
for a second, for emphasis.  "And this is exactly what you decide to do."

Elizabeth leaned forward where she sat in order to observe the girl before
her more closely now.  "Your pink panties are still around your ankles, so
your little pussy will be readily exposed to your caresses, but you do not
touch yourself there at once.  First, you want to caress yourself elsewhere.
Slowly, you slide your hands up under your white T-shirt to cup the little
mounds of your firm breasts.  They seem to swell slightly at your touch,
filling your hands, the tight, hard nipples like small pebbles against your
palms."

The art instructor could see plainly that Courtney's nipples, exposed before
her, had come almost instantly into erection as these last words had sunk
into the girl's subconscious.  She had no doubt whatsoever that Courtney had
now slipped into a sort of hypnosis, and was experiencing directly what the
older woman was describing.

Elizabeth felt her own, much larger breasts begin to swell beneath the black
pullover sweater she wore, her nipples hardening almost painfully into
stiff, crimson stems nearly half-an-inch long.  The woman could also feel
the misty beginnings of her own excitement forming under her black tights at
the junction of her long, muscular legs, as her entire body eagerly
anticipated the next phase of the story she was narrating to the naked girl
who sat before her.

"Now you can restraint yourself no longer, and your hands slowly descend
into that place between your parted thighs that is frantically calling for
your attentions.  It is crying to you, demanding you touch it and stroke it
as only you know how.  You feel pity, as for some poor, hungry little
animal, and your fingers soon seek out the wetness there, the perfume of
your own sweetness wafting up to you as you gently separate the trembling
lips and slowly insert one... finger... the middle finger of your right
hand... into the small opening you find there."

"Oh!" Courtney cried, softly, as if a finger had, indeed, at that very
instant, slipped into the heart of her now wetly excited young cunt.

"Your finger moves in and out now," Elizabeth continued.  "Your finger feels
fully the size of a huge, hard cock, as it plunges to and fro, and your
tender pussy feels on fire with the delicious sweetness of the pleasure it
is receiving."

Elizabeth watched, delightedly, as Courtney's hips began to move a bit on
the hard, wooden chair -- small, circular movements, as if she were moving
to the rhythm of just such a plunging finger.

"Your entire hand is slick with the warm, wet juices your finger has pumped
from far within the depths of your hot, sweet cunt, and now you bring the
thumb and forefinger of that hand upwards until you have reached your
burning little clit."

Courtney's breathing was becoming decidedly labored now, as her narrow hips
continued their small jerking, circular movements upon the chair.

"You are unable to wait a second longer, your little love button so hard now
it hurts.  So you take that small button between your slick thumb and
forefinger... and squeeze it... hard!"

Courtney squealed suddenly, as if someone had, indeed, that very instant
latched onto the trembling bud of her clitoris and squeezed it as hard
Elizabeth had described.  That instant, also, Elizabeth saw a small gush of
pussy cream emerge spontaneously from in between the parted lips of the
girl's small sex.  In reality, of course, Courtney had not touched
herself -- her hands still rested upon her parted upper thighs.  The girl
was approaching orgasm under the stimulation of her imagination alone, as
stimulated by her instructor's insightful direction.  Once again, Elizabeth
knew her own instincts had been flawlessly correct in choosing this girl.

Now it was time to bring the girl's fantasy around to what, for Elizabeth,
was the most exciting part of all.  So she proceeded.

"You know that it won't be long now before your burning come will bubble to
the surface.  You can feel your orgasm swelling up softly inside of you
until you feel you might burst into unbearable pleasure at any moment."

Courtney was going absolutely wild now, her small bottom writhing around and
around against the girl-honey-slicked seat of the wooden chair.  Frantic
little gasping moans were moving rapidly higher in pitch and frequency, as
she approached the orgasm of Elizabeth's story.

The art instructor rose to her feet, quietly, as she began to bring that
story to its end.

"You are now on the very point of orgasm," Elizabeth said, her voiced raised
in order to be heard above the girl's own moaning cries.  "You feel yourself
at the very edge of coming, the pressure inside your belly so intense now it
is actually painful."

Courtney cried out, plaintively, as if she were, indeed, experiencing some
kind of intense pain, her hips pumping forward now off of the chair, again
and again.

"And now... right now... you are going to... you are going to..." Elizabeth
cried, the whimpering wails of the young girl rising as well, clearly
approaching the point of no turning back -- the long, downhill slide into
orgasm.

"But!" cried Elizabeth, suddenly, breaking the ascending rhythm of a second
before.  "Suddenly, just as you are about to let yourself go into the most
incredible orgasm of your life... the door of your cubicle opens... and
someone is standing there... staring straight at the frantically frigging
fingers between your legs!"

Courtney seemed confused, her breath coming in harsh, shocking gasps as she
sat there, her body twisting and writhing on the wooden chair seat as she
struggled to hold back the incredible orgasm that had almost crashed over
her a mere second before.

"Who is it, standing there, Courtney?" Elizabeth asked sharply, moving
closer.

"I... I... I don't..."  The girl could hardly speak in her confused
frustration.

"It's your roommate!" Elizabeth cried, suddenly, in answer to her own
question.

"M... my...?" Courtney stuttered briefly, before her instructor's voice
broke in on her again.

"Your roommate!" the woman repeated, sharply.

"Br... Brenda?" Courtney asked, uncertainly.

"Yes!  Yes, it's Brenda," said the woman, seizing instantly upon the name.
"It's your roommate, Brenda!  She's opened the door to the cubical to find
her roommate frantically masturbating to the very point of orgasm!  Now,
what does she do, Courtney?"

"S-she... I... she..."

"I'll tell you what she does, Courtney!" cried Elizabeth, stepping up onto
the low, velvet-covered platform.  "I'll tell you what she does!  Young
Brenda is a smart girl, and she quickly understands that she has interrupted
her roommate's orgasm.  She knows that her roommate will probably have
cramps for the rest of the day if she doesn't get to have that orgasm.  She
also knows that her poor roommate is going to be so embarrassed at being
caught masturbating in the rest room that she probably won't be able to make
herself come on her own for the rest of the day -- maybe even for a whole
week!  She knows the pain this will cause her poor roommate... and what is
the only thing she can think of to do about it?"

Courtney sat writhing in torment, as if in the very torment her instructor
had just described, as she waited, unable to venture any answer to the
woman's question.

"She sees only one thing to do," said Elizabeth, dropping to her knees
before the girl's widely parted thighs, the pink gash of her pulsating sex
open wetly just inches from her face.  "Brenda kneels down in front of
you... and before you can protest... she buries her sweet face right between
your legs!"

With that, it was Elizabeth, herself that instantly plunged her own face
between the parted thighs of the naked student seated before her, quickly
darting her tongue to the hard nub of the girl's tortured, trembling clit.

Courtney nearly exploded from her chair!

She gurgled breathlessly for an instant, then shrieked, as the flicking
tongue against her clit immediately triggered the crashing orgasm that had
been indefinitely delayed but a moment before.

Elizabeth had to grab the girl's bottom cheeks with both hands to keep the
girl from leaping to very ceiling, as explosion after hot explosion erupted
in the young student's belly, blinding her with the glare of the finest
orgasm of Courtney's young life.  She could not see.  She could not hear.
She could not think.  All she could do was roll with waves of unendurable
pleasure that were coursing again and again throughout her uncontrollably
bucking young body.

Courtney's, bright, emerald eyes were wildly opened now, but totally
unseeing in the blind panic of her pleasure.  Her black curls whipped
mindlessly about her delicate shoulders as her head tossed maniacally from
side to side.  And still it went on, the sharp, tearing pain of her orgasmic
contractions causing her to emit small, tight, gurgling, high little screams
which nearly deafened the woman who, through it all, continued to munch
hungrily at Courtney's pulsating, climaxing young clit.





Courtney came awake a short time later.  She sat slumped in her wooden chair
upon the velvet platform, and the first thing she saw as her consciousness
returned was her art instructor, Ms. Duprey -- Elizabeth, she reminded
herself -- handing her a glass of water.

"You did very well," the woman said, quietly, as she handed Courtney the
glass.  "You visualized the suggested images perfectly and they were well
reflected in your manner.  Any artist could have seen the pure image of
unadulterated pleasure that was there to be captured.  And do not be alarmed
at your spontaneous orgasm at climax of the scene.  Such things happen
frequently, with the very best models, that is.  And I fully believe that
you, my dear, have a very good chance of becoming one of the finest."

Courtney blinked, confusedly, at the woman.  Had she really been brought to
orgasm by a fantasy alone?  It had seemed so real to her, particularly at
the end.  She blushed as she recalled that final image before she had lost
consciousness.  The image of her cute, brown-eyed roommate, Brenda Brighton,
plunging her face into her orgasming pussy!  Even now, she could swear she
could feel a tongue against her humming clitoris, drawing out the thrills of
her girlcome.

Courtney shook her head in amazement that Elizabeth's induced image had been
so strong as to cause her to reach a climax with a fantasy involving another
girl.  Courtney had never fantasized about sex with another woman in her
life.  And she had to admit she found herself more that a bit uneasy with
the idea.

But, then again, Courtney supposed that when she had reached the far extreme
of frustrated excitement that Elizabeth's masturbation tale had brought her
to, anything at all might have served to tip the over the edge into climax.
The thought of some cartoon character going down on her could have done it,
Courtney thought, with a suppressed giggle at the silly idea.

"Better, now?"  Elizabeth's voice broke into Courtney's thoughts at this
point, and the girl nodded, handing back the empty glass.

"Very well," the woman continued.  "Here is your robe.  Now, let us see.
This is Friday.  I'll arrange your second lesson for this Sunday night, if
that is convenient."

"Y-yes, ma'am," Courtney said, wrapping herself once more in her robe of
crimson silk.

"Here is the address," the woman said, handing the girl a small card with
directions to Elizabeth's house just a few blocks from campus written on the
card's back in blue ink.  "I'll expect you at seven.  And don't worry, I
shan't keep you late on a school night."

"Th... thank you, Ms... I mean... Elizabeth," Courtney said, as she turned
to leave.

The voice of the instructor once again stopped her before she could reach
the door.  "Oh, and in the meantime, you might study some of the poses in
this photo collection I have.  The models are all quite good and I believe
you will learn a lot from them."  The instructor handed her a large, thick
book with a plain, black cover and a moment later had ushered the girl into
the hall and closed the classroom door behind her.

Courtney headed quickly for the changing room to get back into her clothes,
and then ran towards her dorm for a quick shower before her next class, all
the while feeling light as a feather from unaccustomed mid-day orgasm she
had enjoyed.

She dropped the black photo book, still unopened, onto her dorm room
study-desk, before she headed out again.





















Chapter 3



Brenda had been understanding about Courtney's no show at lunch that day.
Courtney ran into the little blonde about mid-afternoon as they passed
across campus between classes, and when Courtney had explained that she'd
had to stick around after her art class so that Ms. Duprey could begin her
special training at an artist's model, Brenda had shared her own excitement.

"And she said she'd even give you lesson's on her own time, in her own
home?" Brenda asked, her sky blue eyes wide with amazement, as she and
Courtney walked together across the wide green lawn toward the student
activities building.

"Yep!  In fact, I have my first lesson with her this weekend!"

"Wow!  I wish I could get a break like that," said the blonde, with a toss
of her lush, shoulder-length curls.

Courtney looked at her roommate with an open appreciation of the other
girl's good looks.  The blue eyes and blonde curls fit the girl's face to
perfection, the cute up-turned nose adding the perfect touch of cuteness
that made the whole effect completely adorable.  She was precocious too.
Brenda was the girl forever flipping towels at the other girls' naked bodies
in the shower room, forever short-sheeting beds and making anonymous phone
calls to other girls' boyfriends, getting them all hot and bothered with the
teasingly sexy things she'd say to them, "making sure they're all worked up
for their dates tonight," she'd tell Courtney, in explanation.  But Courtney
secretly suspected that the girl simply got off on all that hot talk with
guys who would never guess who this mystery woman was who called them and
teased them on the phone.  And since the girl never seemed to date much
herself, these dirty phone calls appeared to be her only sexual outlet.

"You know, you could be a model too?" Courtney said to her now.  "You're
certainly good-looking enough."

An odd look seemed to flicker in Brenda's eyes as she said, "Thanks, roomie.
But I think you're the one with the good looks around here."

For a second, Courtney experienced a brief flashback to the fantasy her art
instructor had led her into orgasm through this morning -- the fantasy image
of her cute blonde roommate dropping to her knees to lick Courtney's
orgasming pussy in the dorm rest room.  Courtney shook the memory away as
quickly as it had come, afraid Brenda might see or sense the lecherous
thoughts she had momentarily entertained.  It had only been an modeling
exercise, an exercise in imaging, she told herself.  It didn't have a thing
to do with reality, and was nothing to worry about.

Courtney glanced toward Brenda in time to see the girl watching her closely,
as if, for a moment there, she had actually been able to read her mind.
Courtney shifted her book-bag from one shoulder to the other and walked a
bit faster, Brenda running along to keep up.

"Anyway," Courtney continued.  "My first real lesson is at Ms. Duprey's
house Sunday night.  I'll take really good notes and tell you all about it
when I get back.  Then you can learn whatever I do."

"Deal!" said the other girl, as the two reached the student activities
building and headed downstairs to the campus post office to check their
mail.



The two young women didn't meet again until that evening.  Courtney had an
night swim class and didn't get back to her dorm until nearly eight.
Because it had been a relatively warm night, Courtney hadn't bothered to
change back into her clothes, but had taken the short walk between the
gymnasium and the dorm still dressed in her skin-tight, one-piece nylon
swimsuit, carrying the rest of her clothes in the small, blue backpack that
swung from her shoulder.

She took the elevator to her floor and walked along the passage to her room,
slipped the key into the lock and pushed open the door.

Brenda, who had been lying on her stomach reading on the lower of the room's
two bunk beds, started suddenly at Courtney's entrance.  She looked up with
frightened eyes that were huge blue pools that seemed almost tearful.  Her
right hand, which had been somewhere beneath her -- perhaps engaged in
scratching an itch, Courtney thought, absently -- quickly darted out from
beneath the single sheet that covered the petite blonde from the waist down.

"Hi," said Courtney, taking little note of all this as she turned to place
her backpack on the floor near her desk.  "What's doing?"

"N... nothing," said the other girl breathlessly.  "I borrowed your book.  I
hope you don't mind."

"What book?" asked Courtney, turning to look.

"Th... this one," said Brenda, closing the big book she had been looking at.
Courtney recognized the plain, black cloth cover of the large book
immediately.  It was the book that Elizabeth, her art instructor -- and new
modeling teacher -- had given her after class to take home and study.

"Oh," she said.  "Elizabeth... I mean, Ms. Duprey lent that to me to study
before she gives me my first lesson Sunday night."

Brenda's blue eyes narrowed at Courtney's slip up, her use of Ms. Duprey's
first name.  "You mean, she gave you this?"

"Uh-huh!  Is it any good?"

Courtney looked for a moment as if she didn't know quite how to answer this
question.  Finally she said, "It's... it's interesting.  H... have you
looked at it?"

"Not yet," said Courtney.  "Haven't had time.  I figured I'd look it over
tonight and then really get into it in depth later on.  Why?"

"Take a look," said Brenda, scooting over on the bed and pulling away the
sheet that had partially covered her.  Courtney saw her friend was wearing a
pair of silk string bikini panties and a midriff-length silk baby-doll
pajama top, both of which matched perfectly the deep blue of her eyes.

"I'm all wet," Courtney protested.  "My bathing suit's still damp."

"Then take it off," said Brenda, a small catch in her voice she immediately
tried to cover with a cough.

"Okay," Courtney agreed, and peeled away the blue nylon.

Brenda's eyes narrowed to small slits as she watched the suit come off,
clinging wetly along the damp, pale skin as Courtney pulled the thin straps
away from her shoulders, and then rolled the suit down off her chest and
down her hips, until the suit was reduced to a soggy little pile at her
feet.  Courtney's small, naked breasts jiggled cutely as she shook the suit
off her ankles.  As Courtney bent down to pick the suit up, Brenda got a
momentary clear view of the sweet folds of the other girl's curl-fringed
pussy.  Then the girl got a brief look at her roommate's firm, tight behind,
which wiggled, teasingly, as Courtney turned to hang the suit up on a high
closet hanger to dry.

Brenda made a small sound down in her throat that was only loud enough for
herself to hear -- a sound, something between a whine and a sob.

A moment later, Courtney had slipped into one of her new "Freedale Arts
Academy" T-shirts and a pair of brief, pink, cotton panties and had laid
down beside her roommate to examine Ms. Duprey's photo book.

The two young women lay side by side upon their stomachs as Brenda opened
the book to the first page.  Courtney gasped audibly at what she saw there.
In a photograph that covered the entire first page, Courtney saw two
beautiful women, wrapped nakedly in a tight embrace.  Courtney had not
expected anything like this.  A single woman alone, posing nude was an idea
she had become used to, having done it herself for a few days now.  But
this -- two nude women together -- was something entirely different.

And the two models in the photograph were not just sharing an embrace, they
were obviously enjoying sexual activity of a flagrantly lesbian nature.  The
two models were lying head-to-tail, each with her lips offering what
appeared to be passionate kisses to the area between the other's legs.
Courtney had never even conceived of such a possibility.

Courtney quickly reached forward to turn the page away from this disturbing
image.  But the next photo in the book was no less shocking.  In this photo,
the same two women were embraced in each other's arms while sharing a hot,
deep kiss upon the lips, their mouths wetly open, their tongues dueling.
Courtney saw that the photo detailed the press of the women's breasts, one
set against the other.  Courtney found herself reluctantly fascinated by the
length of one of the model's nipples, which seemed to be standing out nearly
half an inch in its proudly excited erection.

Neither Courtney nor Brenda had spoken as yet, and this time it was Brenda
who reached a hand out to turn the page.  Now Courtney was faced with the
most disturbing photo she'd seen for far.  In this scene, one of the two
women was seated upon a wooden chair, much like the straight-backed wooden
chair Courtney had used when posing all that past week.  This woman's legs
were widely spread, her back arched against the chair back in obvious
passion.  The second woman was kneeling on the floor in front of her seated
partner, her head buried deeply in the other woman's sex, openly offered
before her.

Memories of herself, seated upon the velvet-covered platform in Ms. Duprey's
classroom that afternoon, climaxing hotly to thoughts of her own roommate's
face between her own legs now again swept through Courtney's mind.  Courtney
glanced toward her roommate, who was lying with her on the bed, in time to
catch the other's deep, blue eyes quickly glancing away.  She was almost
certain the other girl could sense her wicked thoughts.  But that wasn't
possible, was it?

Courtney was now uncomfortably aware of the intense warmth of Brenda's near
naked body as it lay along side her own, only two inches away.  It was as if
she were lying by a raging fireplace.  Why had she never noticed this heat
before?

As the two young women continued to turn through the pages of the book,
flashing image after image of beautiful women so unabashedly making love to
each other, Courtney found herself again casting strangely curious glances
at her young friend.

She had noticed, for instance, that the way Brenda was lying propped forward
upon her elbows caused the baby-doll pajama top she wore to fall open
somewhat at the neck, allowing Courtney an intriguing view of the girl's
small left breast, nearly to the tip of one only partially obscured pink
nipple.  With another glance, she found she could switch the viewing angle
enough to see the whole thing, nipple and all, and an electric shiver of
excitement coursed through her when she, at last, did so successfully.

At another instant, Courtney had not been able to resist a quick look over
her shoulder, which glance afforded her a view of her friend's firm-looking
ass, rising nakedly behind her, and covered only at its dividing cleft by
the narrow strip of silk of the blue string panties Brenda wore.

Whether Brenda was aware of her friend's fascinated glances was unclear.
The blonde-haired girl simply lay there, continuing to flip through the
pages of the intriguing photo book.

Courtney forced her attention back to the pages before her, as she tried to
suppress the feelings she was experiencing, and she only partially
understood.  The images upon the pages were becoming increasingly erotic in
nature.  The two beautiful, young female models had now shown themselves in
nearly every conceivable position and attitude of lesbian love-making.  And
Courtney and Brenda had only gotten to the book's half-way point.

Here there appeared a single, blank dividing page, signalling a change in
sections.  And the next set of photos was entirely different from the first.
For the first time, a man now appeared as model in the photographer's
studies.  Courtney's eyes grew huge as she saw that the man in the very
first of these photos was sporting a huge erection, looking nearly ten
inches in length, arching strongly and proudly out from below his hard,
muscular belly, an erection excited no doubt by the presence of the female
model who joined him in the picture, kneeling before the man, and gazing at
the large, erect penis as if she would a second latter leap forward to
devour it.

Courtney was feasting her eyes excitedly upon this image and was about to
reach out to turn the pages ahead in hopes of seeing more of this remarkable
male... when Brenda's hand shot out... to turn the pages back to the first
set of photos, the one that featured the two women alone.

"I like these better," Brenda said, quietly.  And somehow, at that moment
Courtney knew what the girl was trying to tell her.  Courtney glanced
quickly at the face of the girl who lay beside her.  Brenda did not turn her
head, but continued to turn the pages of the book backwards through the
photos depicting lesbian love.  She stopped at the one showing the two women
embraced in a warm kiss.  "I like this one the best," she said in the same
quiet voice.

Both girls now turned to glance at each other at the very same time.  And as
the emerald eyes of the dark-haired girl met the blue eyes of her cute,
blonde roommate, both young women felt a sudden rush of warmth flow through
their systems, coursing from their nipples to their pussies.

And a second later, the two were in each other's arms, tenderly embracing,
their mouths locked in a kiss, the shear heat of which neither of them had
ever known before.

For several long minutes the two young women simply lay wrapped in each
other's arms, their lips softly working against each other's mouths, their
tongues unhurriedly venturing forth to explore the dark, liquid interiors
there.  Unthinkingly -- for that was the only way Courtney could bring
herself to consider at all what she now found herself doing -- Courtney
savored the sweetness of her roommate's mouth, and found it pleasing in a
way that seemed entirely natural and good.  It was like honey, really.  A
sweet, warm honey that bubbled up from the very femaleness of the young
blonde.  Courtney suddenly felt that she could eat the girl up she tasted so
good.

It was Brenda who first separated the two hotly working mouths in order to
whisper, breathlessly, "Oh!  I've wanted to do this ever since we first got
here."  She interspersed her passionate words with small, hot kisses over
Courtney's face, the kisses burning her friend wherever they fell.  "I've
watched you every time you got undressed.  I wanted to touch you and kiss
you so bad my little clit felt like it was going to bust.  I'd wait until
you were asleep and then I'd frig my wet pussy 'til it was spurtin' into my
panties.  I had to hold my pillow over my mouth so I wouldn't scream and
wake you up when I came.  It was awful.  And now you're mine.  Oh, say
you're mine, Court!"

Courtney found she couldn't say a thing.  Brenda's hot young mouth had found
her own again, the girl's frantically questing tongue making vocal
communication for the moment impossible.  The image of her cute blonde
roommate thinking about her, and masturbating herself to orgasm, crying into
her pillow as she came, was almost too weirdly exciting for Courtney to
bear.  And that she, herself, had been the inspiration for such passionate
frenzy was even more exciting.

Brenda broke their kiss again, continuing to whisper endearments that set
her friend's heart on fire.  "I watched you strip off your robe going into
the shower, and it was all I could do not to jump right in there with you.
Oh, I'd wash you with my tongue better than the shower could.  God, you make
be so wet!"

Brenda's right knee came suddenly up so that she was straddling her friend's
left leg, and Courtney could now indeed feel the slick wetness of the girl's
hot pussy as she began to rub it against her upper thigh.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" the little blonde began to chant, in time to her rapidly
accelerating hip-movement.  Courtney felt there was nothing to do for the
moment but push her thigh more firmly up against her friend's open sex, so
that Brenda could rub herself off into orgasm.

Courtney heard the other girl's rhythmic grunting cries rise suddenly
upwards into a pitiful little whine.  And then the girl seemed to explode in
her arms.

Brenda screamed, as contraction after contraction seized her small body.
The girl's arms and legs closed around her friend, as a bareback circus
stunt rider might wrap herself about her horse in a desperate attempt keep
from being thrown.  Brenda's torment seemed to go on and on, her limbs
trashing, her blonde curls lashing from side to side like an overseer's
bullwhip.  Courtney simply tried to hang on to the girl, while herself
trying to avoid injury from the girl's flying arms and frantically kicking
legs.

With a final, breathless, whistling shriek, so high it could barely be
heard, the twisting, thrashing, orgasming girl in Courtney's arms collapsed
into a limp, nearly lifeless pile of girl-flesh, delivering up a final gush
of warm, sweet liquidity from her panty-covered vulva, still pressed against
Courtney's upper thigh.

Courtney lay holding the girl not knowing quite what to think.  She had an
impulse to extricate herself from her friend's embrace before the girl
regained her senses, but the thought was too long in coming.  At that
instant, Brenda disentangled herself, of her own volition, but not in order
to escape.

In an instant, the overheated girl was rolling Courtney over onto her back
and pushing up the hem of the "Freedale Arts Academy" T-shirt her friend
wore.  Before Courtney had the presence of mind to put down hands to stop
her, the T-shirt was over her head and gone, and Brenda was covering
Courtney's breasts with frantic, wet kisses.  Courtney felt her back arching
involuntarily under the sensation, as thousands of deliciously tingly
goose-humps erupted over the skin of her chest, stomach, arms and legs.

Brenda took her dark-haired friend's small, hard nipples into her mouth, one
by one, making them ache and rise even higher on the summits of her friend's
firm hillocks.  Courtney had lost control of the situation entirely now, and
lay writhing gently under the avid attentions of her young roommate.

Slowly the blonde head began to move slowly down from the twin points of
Courtney's breasts to the slightly concave smoothness of her belly, tracing
her way along with sweet sexy kisses that tickled and teased in a way that
young Courtney found unbelievably exciting.  Courtney's mind called up an
image from one of the photos they'd just been looking at, where two
beautiful female models had appeared engaged in a similar activity.  She now
knew, first hand, that it felt as good as it had looked.

Courtney gasped, suddenly, as Brenda's kissing caresses reached the small
indentation of her navel.  The naughtily exploring tongue stopped there a
moment, to poke and prod provocatively at the shallow opening, swirling and
swirling around it until Courtney could feel the beginnings of a whirlwind
of passion, centered in her belly, start to spin rapidly outward, becoming a
force as undeniable as a tornado.

The whirlwind moved south again, as Brenda's mouth and spinning tongue now
ate up the last few inches of flesh between navel and cunt.  Brenda paused a
moment at the beginning of the soft, trimmed curls of Courtney's bush,
showing just above the waistband of the brief pink panties she wore, and
then swirled on downward until her tongue was lapping hungrily at the girl's
panty-covered clitoris.

Courtney was writhing and tossing on the bed, her hands clutching now at the
pillow beneath her head, now at her own dark tresses, as she felt the rising
vibrations of a fast approaching orgasm coming on like a tidal wave.  The
tongue on the outside of her panties was maddening, the sensations obviously
a mere hint of what they would be were that small garment not standing in
the way.

Courtney wished the girl would rip the panties away from her, and finally
losing patience, Courtney reached down to push at them herself in the
frustration of her predicament.  Brenda saw what her friend was trying to
do, and took the hint, grabbing the pink-tinted cotton in both her small
fists and whipping them down off the girl's flanks and on downwards along
her smooth, slightly tanned legs.  An instant later, the panties were gone.

Now, with the wispy pink undergarment removed, Brenda could gaze
uninhibitedly at the infinitely more beautiful pinkness of Courtney's
glistening young vulva.  Brenda sobbed once, as the delicate flower of her
friend's womanhood lay open for her close inspection for the very first
time.  A flower -- yes, that was exactly what it was.  A small pink-petaled
blossom, crowned by the small stem of the throbbing clit button, which was
now peeking shy at Brenda from under its little hood.

Brenda thought it was the prettiest thing she had ever seen.  And now she
moved her face forward to pay homage to that delicate flower by placing a
long, full, open-mouthed kiss upon the whole of it.  It was as hot and
probing a kiss as the one the two women had shared when first they had
turned so abruptly into each other's embrace just a short while before,
Brenda's agile tongue sinking searchingly into the dripping channel as
deeply as it could reach.  And Brenda could feel the young muscles all along
that sweet channel involuntarily contracting now to grip and tug at her
tongue, as if attempting to pull it even deeper.  But the slickness now
trickling steadily from Courtney's sex made gripping anything impossible,
and the result of this combined play of muscles was only a sweet
back-and-forth thrusting action, followed rhythmically by a sucking retreat
as the tongue retracted, only to thrust forward once again to restart the
cycle.

Whether it was the plunging tongue along Courtney's pussy channel, or the
attendant friction of Brenda's sweet upper lip against the hard nub of her
friend's tortured clitoris -- or, in all likelihood, the combination of both
the two stimuli -- the result was the same.  Courtney began to feel the
first, light contractions of her arriving orgasm.

Small flutterings began in her loins, starting somewhere behind her clit,
and, then, the small ripples of sensation were everywhere at once, rolling
again and again up and down the length of her trembling body.  Then, from
the depths of her vagina, there came a rising lava flow of feeling so
intense that she held her breath noiselessly as she felt it rise.  The wave
rose... and... crested.  And the sensations of a full, uninhibited orgasm
hit her with a force that caused Courtney to weep as if her whole world were
ending.

Wild convulsions shook Courtney again and again, as Brenda kept up her
steady tongue action, endeavoring to make her friend's release last for as
long as possible.

It went on and on, until Brenda's poor, tired tongue was aching with
over-use, and her pretty face was sopping with the forcefully expelled
juices of her friend's gratefully spasming vulva.  As the contractions of
Courtney's young muscles continued, Brenda lapped hungrily at the sweet
girl-cream that poured forth from the girl's climaxing cunt, which nearly
choked her as she attempted, thirstily, to drink it all down.

Eventually, the dark-haired girl's body became exhausted, the avid
attentions of the blonde between her legs becoming almost painful in their
intensity, and Courtney struggled up to pull the girl's head away with both
hands, and then fell back against the bed to gaspingly attempt to regain her
breath.

Brenda stayed where she was, her cheek pressed against one of her friend's,
smooth, cream soaked, trembling inner thighs, her eyes fixed lovingly on the
still dripping crimson mouth of her friend's dark-fringed sex.  The pretty
blonde licked her own lips, loving the girl-honey taste there, and wanting
very badly to dip her head forward to drink more of the rich, sweet fluid,
until she had sucked that flower dry of all its nectar.  But she refrained,
knowing how sensitive she, herself, sometimes was down there after
experiencing a particularly devastating climax.  And that was exactly the
kind of climax she knew she had extracted from her dark-haired roommate,
Brenda thought, smiling proudly to herself as she lay lounging between her
friend's thighs.  And she knew that the girl would be grateful for such
pleasure, and would want, in all fairness, to return the favor... again and
again.

Brenda lay there, quietly enjoying thoughts of the blissful nights she could
now spend with her beautiful young roommate.  Nights of passion, after which
only one of their two bunk beds would need to be made before the two left
for class.

As for Courtney, her thoughts were unknowable for the time  -- as her orgasm
had faded, she had fallen into a deep, peaceful slumber, still cradling the
blonde head of her roommate, and now her newly found lover, upon the warm
softness of her open thighs.





















Chapter 4



It was Sunday afternoon already!  Courtney had slept late, due mostly to the
fact that her roommate, Brenda, had kept the girl up most of the preceding
night in a blissful, if exhausting, continuation of the lesbian games they
had begun the previous Friday night.  In fact, the entire weekend up until
now had been spent with the two rolling rapturously in each other's arms,
sometimes with one girl pleasurably licking at the pussy of the other,
sometimes reversing the arrangement, and even developing so far as to the
two trying out what Courtney had heard other girls describe as the "69"
position -- though that two women could resort to this position together
instead of a man and woman had been an idea revolutionary to the girl,
Courtney only having learned of such a thing from Ms. Duprey's photo book.

But by this Sunday afternoon, as Courtney swam laps in the big campus
gymnasium pool, she realized that there were very few of the sexual
positions in Elizabeth's book that the Courtney and her roommate had yet to
try.  At least, that is, those positions involving women only.  It was the
photos in the second half of the book which were on Courtney's mind now --
those particular photos involved men and women together.

Courtney completed her final laps, climbed out of the pool and headed for
the women's locker room.  Courtney had sneaked away from her roommate that
morning just before noon, while the hot little blonde was still asleep.
Courtney knew that if she was to be rested and ready for her first modeling
lesson at her instructor's house that evening, she would have to spend the
next few hours away from her young friend.  If the two nights -- and day --
previous had been any indication, Brenda would have kept her dark-haired
friend sexually exhausted up until the very moment she would have had to
leave for Elizabeth's.

So Courtney had taken the opportunity waking before the other girl had
afforded her, to disentangle herself from her friend's warm, damp embrace,
pull on her swimsuit, stuff some clothes into her blue nylon backpack --
along with Elizabeth's photo book -- and head out to spend the day wandering
around campus.

Swimming laps had given Courtney the opportunity to think back on the past
two days, and the sexual orgy she and her roommate had shared, beginning on
Friday night, a time that now seemed ages ago.

After her first orgasm at the hands -- or the lips -- of the other girl that
Friday evening had exhausted her into unconsciousness, Courtney had slept
deeply in the arms of her blonde roommate until nearly midnight, waking only
to find her friend nibbling once more at the delicate lips of her vulva.

Courtney had pretended to remain sleeping until the sensations in her cunt
demanded expression in a series of long, low moans that led up to a
delicious series of orgasms, Courtney's hips hunching up against the face of
the girl between her legs, as the echoing girlcomes shattered all
possibility of restraint.  And these sleepy, multiple, late-night orgasms
drifted one into the other until Courtney fell back to sleep again, this
time for good.

Oddly, her roommate had not demanded that Courtney return her favors, at
least not on that first night together.  But early the next day, Courtney
had surprised herself by suddenly turning the aggressor.  There had been
something about waking to the feel of the warm, moist girl in her arms and
the gentle, musky "female" scent, which pervaded the sheets that lay tangled
about the two young women, that had driven Courtney unexpectedly mad with
desire.  She found that she simply had to have her mouth on the hot lower
mouth of the girl's sex, which she had awakened to feel pressed wetly
against her upper thigh as the girl clung to her in sleep.

Courtney had turned the girl onto her back and, even before her friend had
awakened, Courtney had pressed her mouth to another woman's pussy for the
very first time in her life.  And she found it delicious.  The taste was
difficult to describe.  It was sweet and tart all at once.  It filled her
mouth, just as its delicate scent filled her nose, and the combination
caused her senses to cry out for joy -- and for more.

Brenda's first orgasm of the day had started even before she was fully
awake, as Courtney sucked the girl's cute little love button in, between her
lips, and then licked at it with the tip of her pointed pink tongue.  Brenda
had arched her back and celebrated her climax with a scream of joy that
Courtney relished and echoed with her own, silent, cry of triumph, as her
first efforts at bringing another girl to orgasm proved a colossal success.

For the rest of Saturday, and late into the night, Courtney and Brenda
continued to sample the delights of lesbian sex, Brenda proving as much of a
novice as was Courtney.  But the natural instincts of both young women were
good, and both became rapidly adept at thrilling the other with orgasm after
orgasm, as hour after hour of enjoyment flew quickly past.

Now it was Sunday, and as Courtney changed from her swimsuit into a pair of
blue jeans and a kelly green pullover sweater, she shook her head, still a
bit unbelieving of the weekend's sexual exploits.  She was amazed at the
number, and the remarkable intensity, of the orgasms she had experienced in
the past few days, and at the hands of another woman.

She looked around the busy locker room at all the other girls she saw about
her in various stages of undress, jiggling breasts in all shapes and sizes,
bushes, trimmed and untrimmed, and wondered how many of them had experienced
a similar awakening.  How many of the innocent faces about her right now had
the previous night been buried in the sweet pussies of other girls?
Courtney found herself shivering pleasurably at the notion.

Whatever it was that was happening now in her young life, Courtney felt she
was learning something about herself, something important, something that
had not as yet become entirely clear to her, but no doubt, soon would.

Courtney closed her gym locker, shouldered her backpack and left the locker
room, heading first for the snack bar for some lunch, and then to the campus
library, where she would spend the remainder of the afternoon in the
seclusion of one of the upstairs study cubicles studying the poses of the
talented female -- and male -- models on the intriguing pages in the back
half of her art instructor's remarkable photo book.





Courtney arrived at her instructor's house at seven o'clock sharp that
Sunday night, not wanting to be late for her first off-campus modeling
lesson.  She was dressed as she had been all afternoon, in her jeans and
green pullover, the lush curls of her shoulder-length dark hair gathered
neatly into a pony tail, which bounced cutely as she hurried up the front
walk and mounted the steps leading up to the front porch of the large,
two-story house.

She rang the bell and stood waiting, a bit nervously.  Presently, there was
the sound of footsteps, and the door opened inward to reveal Elizabeth
Duprey, dressed in black leotard and tights, which hugged attractively at
her womanly hips and large, full breasts, her luxurious mane of thick,
blonde hair wildly loose about her shoulders.  She welcomed Courtney with
her characteristically tight smile, and turned away to lead the girl through
to a large. elegantly decorated living room.

Courtney found herself noticing for the first time the sensuous way the
older woman moved -- like a dancer, she thought -- the smooth, hard-looking
muscles of her bottom bunching rhythmically beneath the black tights, the
long legs stepping with the controlled, measured agility of a big, dark
she-cat.  As she watched the motion of Elizabeth's tight rear-cheeks, she
had to shake away the wondering though of what the woman's cunt might look
like.  Clearly, Courtney's recent experiences with her roommate were
effecting the way she looked upon other women in general.

The rooms through which the two women passed were elegantly decorated, at
least from the details Courtney could see clearly in the dim lighting.  This
lighting appeared to come almost exclusively from candles, which stood in
holders of many types and sizes scattered, and were scattered throughout the
rooms.  The only other illumination came indirectly from a large-screen TV
that was arranged before a large sofa at one end of the big living room into
which Elizabeth now led her.  The screen was blank now, filled with a
glowing neural blue.

There was a wet-bar installed at a corner of the room, and Elizabeth now
moved in that direction, asking Courtney over her shoulder if she would care
for anything.  Courtney hesitated a second, not knowing if the woman meant
she was offering her alcohol, which the girl almost never drank.  But
Elizabeth went on without appearing to notice, saying that there was a
choice of various exotic fruit juices and mineral waters.  Courtney accepted
a bottle of the mineral water she often drank when working out, and then
stood for a moment, looking about her, not knowing where she should sit.

Elizabeth, having gotten herself a glass of purple-looking liquid that
Courtney guessed to be grape juice, motioned the girl over to the sofa
within view of the big-screen TV, and joined her there as she sat.

"You have been studying the book I lent you?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes, ma'am," said Courtney, though avoiding the woman's gaze, afraid the
woman might somehow see in Courtney's eyes the effect the photos in the
book's first half had had upon herself -- and upon her relationship with her
pretty blond roommate.  There was, in fact, a ghost of a smile upon the
woman's face as she perceived something portentous in the manner of her
young student.

"Let us then see what you have learned," said Elizabeth, reaching to pick up
a small remote control device from a side table.  She pressed several
buttons on the remote and Courtney could hear the click and small whir of a
video cassette machine, which she now noticed was built into the large TV.

"Here you will see several of the models in that book, modeling for me in
the basement studio I have here.  All the photos in the book were made here
in this house.  I want you to tell me which of their poses you find to be...
oh, let us say... the most erotic."

Suddenly the blue of the blank screen became dark, and then fluttering
images began to establish themselves there.  And there, indeed, were two of
the very same women Courtney and her roommate had seen in Elizabeth's book.
But now these images were in motion, the beautiful young female models
moving smoothly from pose to pose, holding each pose for no more than a
minute before moving on.

There was no sound on the program, or at least the sound on the TV had been
turned off, but Courtney could see that now and again the models would turn
to look past the camera, and would then subtly adjust their poses, clearly
in response to some director the viewer could not see.

"Let us begin now, with this pose," said Elizabeth, as she and her young
student watched the on-screen models move into a pose showing the two in a
close, tight embrace.  "Do you feel that this is an erotic and exciting
pose?"

"I... yes, ma'am," said Courtney.  And it was true.  She did find the image
exciting.  The two women on the screen were gazing into each other's eyes
with an unmistakable look of excited love, and it reminded Courtney of the
past two days and nights she had spent in the warm, moist embrace of her
roommate, Brenda, and it caused the girl to shift a little against the sofa.

The pose of the women on the video now changed again.  Where they had been
in a standing embrace, they now moved into a more elaborate arrangement.
The camera pulled back to show the two women had been standing near a wooden
straight-back chair, much like the one Courtney had posed upon in class for
the past week.  The darker-haired of the two models now sat upon this chair,
her knees widely spread, as her blonde-haired partner knelt at her feet.
The camera zoomed in now to show the bright eyes of the kneeling blonde, her
face level with the other woman's clearly illuminated sex, and her eyes
looking upwards into the eyes of the woman above, with a look of breathless
adoration.

"And this pose," said Elizabeth.  "Do you find it more erotic than the one
previous... or less?"

Courtney was feeling a bit breathless now herself.  She took a quick sip of
her bottled water, in order to moisten her dry tongue so that she could
speak.  "Y... yes... I mean, I..."  She quickly gathered herself together as
she heard her own, hesitant words.  They were certainly not the words of a
professional.  What would her instructor think of her new pupil?  "Yes!" she
said, quickly, with a little more strength and conviction in her voice, she
hoped.

"And what do you think these two women are thinking about as they model?"
Elizabeth asked, watching her student closely.

"I...,"  Courtney began, but trailed off.  Elizabeth reached again for the
remote control and caused the video image to freeze on the screen.

"Look at the expression in the eyes of the kneeling woman.  What do you see
there?" the woman asked.

"I see..."

"You see... love, do your not?" asked Elizabeth.

"Y... yes, ma'am," replied Courtney.

"Yes... Elizabeth," the woman corrected.

"Yes, Elizabeth."

The woman clicked a button on the remote, and the image on the TV screen
resumed motion.  After a second or two, the kneeling model, whose eyes had
been so adoringly fixed upon those of her seated partner, now lowered to
gaze hungrily at the woman's vulva, which lay spread widely open before her.
Elizabeth clicked the remote and this altered image froze on the screen.

"Now what is happening, Courtney?  Tell me what you see," said Elizabeth.

"I see... she's looking at..."

"She's looking at her friend's little cunt, is she not?" the woman asked
Courtney directly.

"Yes," Courtney said, in a very small voice.

"Yes, what?" prodded Elizabeth.

"Yes... she's staring at the other woman's... at her... cunt," Courtney
said, blushing furiously in spite of herself.  She had heard that harsh word
used from time to time, of course, by others, but this was the first time
she had ever uttered the word herself, and as the single, hard syllable
passed her trembling pink lips, she felt yet another small change in
herself, as if another veil between herself and the real world had just
fallen away.

"Good," said Elizabeth, in quiet approval.  "Now, I want you to imitate the
seated woman's pose.  This will be tonight's first exercise."

Courtney instantly obeyed.  She looked at the position of the model on the
screen, and adjusted her own seated position on the sofa to as near an
approximation as she could assume.  But Elizabeth's voice interrupted her
concentration almost immediately.

"Oh, come, now," the woman said, with a hint of impatience.  "You can't work
like that."

Courtney looked at the woman, baffled for a moment.

"Your clothes," said Elizabeth.

"Oh," said Courtney, feeling foolish, and struggled quickly out of her jeans
and sweater.

Elizabeth's eyes greedily drunk in the sight of each inch of the girl's
sweet flesh as it came into view.  Her eyes bobbed along with the luscious,
pink nipples, as the girl's bra came away, and she licked wetly at her own
redly swollen lips as the lacy pink panties were whisked down the fine,
well-muscled thighs.  And then the girl was once again naked, and once again
posing seated before her instructor.  But this time there were no other
students around, thought Elizabeth, with quickening breath she could barely
conceal.

"Now," said Elizabeth, as she struggled to restrain for just a while longer
the violent lust she felt for this young woman.  "This time, look at the
model on the chair, and try to feel what she is feeling.  Think what she is
thinking.  Be her."

Courtney sat upon the very edge of the sofa, just as the model in the TV
screen was seated at the very edge of her wooden chair, and tried to see
into the model's mind.  She sat with her knees widely parted, so that she
could feel the lips of her pussy were parted a bit as well, just as the lips
of the model on the screen were plainly open before her.  Then Courtney
tried to imagine the kneeling model on the video display kneeling before
her.  She imagined she saw the eyes of the kneeling model gazing fixedly at
her own naked sex.

"Can your picture it?" Elizabeth asked, softly.

"Yes," said Courtney.

"Close your eyes," directed Elizabeth. "And tell me what you feel.  Tell me
what you think will happen next."

Courtney felt herself becoming lost in the image she was holding fixed in
her mind.  It was just like the day in class when Elizabeth had brought the
girl into a state of near hypnosis.  She felt the eyes of the kneeling
model.  She imagined she could actually feel the heat of the hot stare of
the woman, the woman's hot breath moving the neatly trimmed curls that
fringed her open sex.  She could feel the heat from the model's body, so
near to her suddenly throbbing clitoris that she, just as suddenly, knew
exactly what was going to happen next.

"She's going to lick my cunt," Courtney said, her voice almost a monotone.
And from that sleepy tone of voice Elizabeth knew that the spell was upon
the girl again.

"Now open your eyes," the instructor said, quietly.

Courtney's eyes slowly opened, to find that there was, indeed, a face very
near her open vagina -- the face of her art instructor.  She blinked down at
the older woman in surprise, but before the hypnotic spell could be broken,
Elizabeth had buried her face in the warm, lush center of Courtney's open
pussy.

"Whuh?" the girl gasped, as her back arched in reaction to the startlingly
delicious sensation.  Courtney's hands flew down in a vague effort to pull
the woman's head away from her, but by the time she had grabbed double
fistfuls of Elizabeth's lush, blonde hair, the girl's baser instincts had
taken over, and she was using her purchase to hold the delightfully teasing
tongue more firmly against herself.

Elizabeth's mouth was making wet, swishy sounds as she sucked and licked at
the scrumptious pink flower of Courtney's pussy, the taste as sugary sweet
as she had remembered from her first sampling of it the Friday before.  God,
this girl was the sweetest tasting pussy she'd recruited yet.  And the girl
had come along so readily, without even the slightest hitch so far.  She had
predicted this, and counted on it.  She had already decided to take the girl
a step further this very night.  But first, Elizabeth had to make certain
that the girl experienced an earth shattering climax, and her tongue now
worked all the faster to that end.

Courtney was now writhing about in her seat.  She had fallen back against
the sofa's soft cushions and her behind had pushed forward to the very edge,
giving unlimited access of her wetly trembling pussy to Elizabeth's swiftly
slashing tongue.  Low, whining moans, punctuated by gurgling ululations of
joy were now coming steadily from the girl, as her orgasm approached her as
inexorably as an on-coming train, with her tremblingly helpless young body
tied nakedly to the steel tracks.

Then, suddenly, the train was upon her.  At precisely the right moment, when
Elizabeth sensed that Courtney was right at the edge of her climax, she
pushed the girl over the side by slipping a hand beneath the girl's narrow
behind, and wriggling a single finger deeply into the Courtney's tight
little behind.

The girl let out a long sobbing shriek that wrenched her body in four
directions at once.  Each body part seemed to be experiencing a separate
orgasm all its own, each part convulsing with a violence that caused the
girl to panic at the incredible intensity of her pleasure.

Nothing, not even the delicious orgasms she'd shared with her roommate over
the two passion-filled night before could compare to this.  Tears of joy
forced themselves from the corner's of her tightly closed eyes, trickling
down her cheeks as the gushing girlcream spurted exultantly from between the
pink lips beneath her throbbing love button, and Courtney's entire body sang
like a tuning fork, the stabbing thrills of her climax slowly, gradually,
fading away in frequency, until the girl was left, a passion-wrecked pile of
sobbing girl-flesh.

The girl had not even had time to break into a sweat.

Elizabeth pulled her face back from the grateful pussy before her, her face
drenched in the hot cream she so loved.  The woman looked at Courtney and
knew that all her hopes for the girl had been realized, or were soon going
to be.

Step number one had been getting the girl to model for the art class.  Step
two had been having the girl willingly submit to Elizabeth's lesbian
caresses.  Now it was time for step number three.

Without taking her eyes from that sweet, pink pussy between those cream
coated, tender inner thighs, Elizabeth called a single name in a slightly
raised voice.

"Patrick?" the art instructor called, and in answer, a small panel at one
side of the room slid hesitantly open, and a young man stepped cautiously
through the opening.  "See?" said Elizabeth.  "Just as I promised you."

The sound of Elizabeth's voice aroused Courtney from her post-orgasmic doze
just enough for her to open one eye in mild curiosity.  What she saw then,
made both her eyes open wide.  It was the handsome, dark-haired, brown-eyed
young man from the front row of her art class, the one who had gazed at her
nakedly posed body so sweetly, so bashfully, the one she had fantasized
about that very first day in class until her hotly aroused little sex had
left a wet spot on the chair on which she had posed.Now he was here in Ms.
Duprey's living room, and now he was kneeling where Elizabeth had been just
a few moments before... and he was placing the tip of his long, erect penis
against the opening of her hot, young pussy.

"Whuh?" the girl gasped, for the second time that evening, the vague
question again instantly lost in a low, stuttering moan as her young body
launched upon a delicious sea of sensation, as her handsome young classmate
sank the entire length of his hard cock to the very depths of Courtney's
sweet sex.

The long, slow, squish it made as the gorgeous male member slid home sent
waves of passion through the observing Elizabeth as well.  Her own sex,
which had received no attention to its own needs this evening as of yet,
shivered into a small spontaneous minicome, the sight of the fucking young
couple being nearly too sweet for the older woman to bear.

The two were really getting into it now, youthful belly smacking against
youthful belly, as their combined sexual juices flowed from the sweet place
where the two connected, body and soul, going faster and faster now, as
Elizabeth's male student rapidly approached his first, impetuous ejaculation
of the evening.

The guy began grunting louder and louder with each successive thrust of his
stiff penis into the vagina of the girl sprawled on the sofa before him.
The force of the pounding he was giving the girl made her small breasts
jiggle and bounce with a delightfully regular rhythm that Elizabeth found
adorable.

Elizabeth remained standing by the side of the two wrangling students, doing
her best to resist the impulse to join in.  She must remain patient.  Her
chance would be coming soon enough, and then she could have as much of the
young dark-haired girl as she wanted, just as she had enjoyed the services
of her young male student for the past three days and nights, doing
everything she could to keep him dizzy with delight, preparing him for the
special service he was providing his female classmate this very moment.

Courtney was beginning to issue small sobbing grunts of pleasure as each of
her young man's hard thrusts hit home.  Elizabeth knew the sound as the
unique sound a woman made when she was being fucked by an especially long
male cock, a cock long enough to reach the very end of a young girl's pussy.
It was the near panicked cry of a girl who was not only having the tunnel of
her tight pink vagina stretched wider than it ever had been before, but who
was also feeling the bottom of that sweet channel being pounded into a mushy
softness by an erect penis too long for her to comfortably accommodate.

Each cry from Courtney was accompanied by a corresponding grunt of effort
and delight from her young man, until the note of the guy's cries changed
subtly, signalling, Elizabeth was certain, his imminent ejaculation.
Courtney seemed to instinctively sense it as well, her cries rising upwards
in harmony with those of her avid young stud, her hips arching upwards, as
if to better receive the scalding tribute his male body was about to offer
up.

The young man suddenly broke his former rhythm, and thrust spasmodically
three more times, forcefully into the wriggling young girl, issuing an
intense, tight little scream of almost painful joy with... each... final...
thrust!

The guy froze, the entire great length of his long, hard shaft buried inside
the girl to its very root.  There was a pause, as the young man shivered,
his eyes wide, but unseeing, his mouth working silently.  Then he let his
own cry of pure, unendurable pleasure, as a mighty convulsion seized him and
shook him like a tiger might shake a rag doll given to it as a toy.

Elizabeth imagined she could actually hear the sudden, powerful gush of the
warm sperm into the sex of the girl who lay shaking before him.  It was more
than clear that Courtney was feeling it.  The instant of the young man's
first hard spurt seemed to hit the girl like a punch in the belly from a
heavyweight fighter.  Her body slammed back against the sofa cushions, the
breath knocked out of her at the indescribable sensation.  Then she too was
writhing and convulsing uncontrollably as she also issued forth spurt after
hot spurt of her own liquid girlcome, a pulsating accompaniment to her
staccato screams of sweet delight.























Chapter 5



Courtney fell back onto the sofa when the last series of hot convulsions
finally released her, leaving her lying limp and exhausted against the soft
cushions.  The young man had withdrawn his softening penis, spent for the
moment, from her ravaged young pussy long before her orgasm had faded, and
now the combined juices of their simultaneous climaxes were streaming from
the still quivering little pink mouth between Courtney's legs, forming a
puddle on the cushions beneath her.

Her poor pussy felt like she'd had a battering ram up inside of her.  It
ached dully in a manner that was not entirely unpleasant.  Courtney felt
used, but satisfied in a primitive sort of way, her natural female destiny
fulfilled for the time being.  And yet, at the edge of her exhaustion, and
the near painful throbbing in her sex, Courtney still felt a vague hunger
for it to start all over again.

Courtney opened her eyes to gaze towards the young man, who had collapsed
onto the thick carpet at her feet, his legs splayed carelessly wide, showing
off the fine length of his penis, still quite impressive even as it lay in
repose against his hard, firm belly.

Courtney's own boyfriend had never had a penis that size, that was for sure.
This guy had made Courtney feel like a virgin all over again, as he'd
pressed all that hard meat into a space that she would have never believed
could have handled it all.  But it had fit alright, she thought, proudly, as
she shifted slightly against the sofa, wincing at the twinges that arrowed
through her delicate lower flesh.

She pulled herself carefully up into a seated position, ignoring the fresh
spring of slippery wetness the movement caused to trickle from her lower
mouth.  She looked down at the reclining young man in time to see him open
his eyes at the sound of her movement.  Dark hair, and beautiful brown eyes,
and, all in all, a body as gorgeous as Courtney had imagined that first day
she'd posed in front of him and the rest of her class, and had nakedly
fantasized about taking this guy and sucking his sweet penis, and taking his
hard member from behind.

The guy gazed adoringly into the sparkling, emerald-green eyes of the girl
he had just fucked, still himself somewhat dazed from his own massive
orgasm.

"Hi," he managed to say, finally.  "I'm Patrick.  You know, from art class?"

"I'm Courtney," said the girl, her heart filling suddenly with a sharp pang
of love for the young man that made her want to pull him into her once
again, right here and now, and make him spray his hot cream up into her
belly as violently as he had done just a few moments before.

Courtney didn't get the chance to put these impulses into motion however,
because at that very moment, Elizabeth, who Courtney had not even thought of
from the time of the young man's first hard thrust into her eager wet pussy
until just this instant, and who had apparently left the room some time
previous, now interrupted the girl's thought by announcer her return.

"You both have done very well," the woman said, as she approached the two
naked young people.  She carried a bottled fruit juice for Patrick and
another mineral water for Courtney.  "I believe you are both well on the way
to becoming professional models of the very highest order."

"Can... can I... do it... with Courtney again?" the young man asked the
older woman timidly.  Courtney looked over at the guy with a flattered sense
of pride.  He wanted to fuck her again.  And she wanted him, almost more
than she could stand.  They both looked to Elizabeth with eyes that begged
her permission to fulfill the rekindled demands of their easily excitable
young bodies.

"Not right away, Patrick," Elizabeth said, causing the two faces to fall
with disappointment.  "After all, I have spent three entire days training
you to be an accomplished lover, so that you could more effectively portray
a young man of confidence and experience when you are modeling for me, have
I not?  And yet Courtney, here, is still relatively a beginner, and has only
yet learned the basics of lovemaking.  I must devote  some of my time to
her, must I not?"

"I suppose," the young man said, reluctantly.

"But we will need you to help with her training at this point, of course,"
the woman added, mischievously, causing the young to regain some of his lost
hope.

"For instance.  Courtney," the woman continued.  "Have you ever brought a
male to orgasm using only your mouth?"

Courtney flushed instantly with excitement.  It was as if the woman was
again reading her mind, and knew the secret fantasy she'd entertained about
sucking the guy off that first day she'd noticed him in her class.  "No,
ma'am," she said, hoping not to sound too enthusiastic.

"Well, then," said Elizabeth.  "In order for a woman to appear at ease and
in command of herself and her world, and to reflect that confidence in her
modeling poses, she must certainly have attained a degree of expertise in
this particular high art."

Elizabeth turned to Patrick.  "So, Patrick, will you assist us in teaching
Courtney how to suck a man into submission?"

"Yes, ma'am," the young man said, with so unveiled an eagerness that the
woman nearly laughed out loud, but managed to restrain herself in order to
maintain the degree of professionalism she had established in the
proceedings up to this point.

"Very well," said Elizabeth.  "Please exchange places with Courtney.  And
Courtney, you take the place that Patrick occupied a minute ago."

In an instant, the dark-haired young man was seated upon the edge of the
sofa where Courtney had been a moment before, and Courtney was kneeling
between the guy's widely spread knees.

Courtney stared at the long shaft before her, watching it lift, in throbbing
little bounces in time to Patrick's heartbeat, until it was standing
straight up, mere inches from the pink lipped girl-mouth it so eagerly
longed for.  She felt a hand upon her shoulder, and looked up to see her
blonde instructor motioning her to move aside a bit so that she could join
the girl between the young man's legs.

Elizabeth reached forth a hand to take the throbbing member into her palm.
Patrick groaned in delighted anticipation as woman squeezed it gently as she
spoke.  "This is the very heart and soul of a man, just as your vagina and
clitoris are the very center of your female universe.  Control this... and
you control the man."

Courtney looked upon the long male shaft with reverence, now, as the blonde
woman continued.

"Watch me, and do as I do," Elizabeth said.  "And see how easily a man may
be controlled by a woman who knows how."  The woman had wrapped her hand
around the hard pole of flesh and was sliding her gripping fist slowly up
and down its length.  The young man writhed and moaned, brokenly, in
response.

"If we want a reaction," said the woman.  "We simply call for it."
Suddenly, she jacked her squeezing fist quickly up and down in three rapid
jerks.  This precipitated an immediate reaction in the form of a sharp,
panicked cry from the young man, as if he were about to squirt another load
of his hot fluid immediately into the air.  But Elizabeth's fist became
absolutely motionless that same instant, and she held him at the very edge
of his crisis until he had calmed down a bit.

"You see?" Elizabeth asked the girl.  "It takes a careful sense of timing
and self-control.  The man must not reach his orgasm until the very moment
you wish it, just as, when the time comes that his climax is desirable to
you, he must not be allowed to deny your desire."

The woman's fist began now to slide smoothly once again along the length of
that hard maleness, causing the young man to emit a small, steady whimper,
but nothing that would signal a premature crisis.

Courtney began to sense the power a woman could hold over a man, and she
found herself desperately wanting to possess that power for herself.

Elizabeth now looked at Courtney to make sure she was watching, and then
bent her blonde head over to take the tip of the handsome throbbing cock
into her mouth.  The young man gaspingly inhaled a single sharp breath as
he, himself, watched the woman's full, red lips close over the plum colored
head of his hard shaft.  Then his eyes fluttered closed, and his darkly
curled head fell gently back against the cushions of the sofa, as he gave a
long, shuddering sigh of pleasure.

"Watch, now,"  Elizabeth said, around the flesh between her lips, as she
began to softly suck at the penis's tip, as if she were a child, sucking at
the end of a candy stick.  Each time she withdrew the tip from the clutching
"o" of her lips, there was a small sucking pop, as the vacuum was broken,
and there was a corresponding groan from Patrick.

The young woman was now surprised to see Elizabeth bending the erect pole
towards Courtney's mouth and motioning for her to try the same maneuver.
Courtney shifted closer into position, and allowed the woman to place the
tip of the young man's organ against the girl's eager pink lips.

Courtney opened her mouth to accept the offered treat immediately, and the
moment she felt the warm, full plum of the young man's cock-head within the
confines of her watering mouth, Courtney knew she had discovered something
she would never be able to live without.  There was a sweet, clear syrup at
the small hole of the end of the guy's penis that Courtney thought was the
most delicious thing she had ever tasted.  It was sweeter even than the
cream she had sucked from her roommate, Brenda's, fresh, young pussy.  And
Courtney had thought that had been the best taste in the world.  But this?
This was honey, compared with the plain sugar she'd sucked from Brenda's
vagina.  It was heaven!

The girl began instantly to suck, thirstily, for more of the rich clear
fluid from the head of the guy's hard penis, causing its whole length to
throb, violently, and his hips to begin a sudden thrusting up in the
direction of her pleasuring mouth.

"No!"  Elizabeth ordered sharply, pulling the shaft away from the pouting
lips of the disappointed girl.  "He must come only when we wish it!" the
woman forcefully explained again.  Courtney nodded, sheepishly, at her
impetuous loss of control, and again assumed the roll of observer.

Now the older woman, after waiting a few moments for the guy's emotions to
cool a fraction, extended her tongue, and began to slowly course it along
the underside of Patrick's hard shaft, in the manor of an ice cream
connoisseur thoughtfully enjoying a cone of her favorite flavor.

Courtney unconsciously licked at her own lips as she watched the woman's
tongue, moving from the base oh the long shaft to just under the purple,
swollen tip.  With each upward stroke of the woman's caressing tongue,
Courtney could see fresh droplets of the young man's honey rising to the
surface at his cock tip.

Courtney's own tongue cried out to taste this precious cream, but the older
woman appeared to ignore it.  She simply continued her long, licking
caresses, as the tiny pool of male cream continued to accumulate.

When it seemed to Courtney that one or two more droplets added to that
little domed pool would cause it to spill over and down the side, Elizabeth
pulled back, turned to Courtney, and gestured to the girl in invitation.

Courtney had to restrain herself forcibly from immediately diving down to
suck the long, hard shaft into her throat as far as it would go.
Remembering her instructor's caution, she simply bowed her head toward the
throbbing pole of male flesh, and carefully licked the pool of honey at its
tip into her mouth, like a cat licking at a bowl of rich cream.

It was heaven!  It was more than heaven!  It was sheer ecstasy!

Courtney swirled the sweet substance around on her tongue for several
moments, as if not wishing to give up the taste of this delicious ambrosia
by simply swallowing it.  She let her tongue and taste buds absorb the
scrumptious fluid into her system directly through the tender membranes of
her mouth.  When the taste had finally faded, she whimpered slightly at the
tragic loss, and looked again towards the young, male organ, more hungrily
that ever.

Elizabeth had watched the girl through all this and now nodded approvingly.
Her heart seemed to soften, and she winked at the girl, whispering softly to
her -- too softly for the ears of the young man to pick up -- "Let's make
him ejaculate, now, shall we?"

Courtney nodded her head, frantically, in almost desperate eagerness.

Elizabeth again aimed the hard male shaft toward the her open, crimson lips,
and dropped her head slowly downwards to take nearly half the guy's penis
deeply into her mouth and throat.  Patrick's back arched suddenly in
response top this, only to fall back again as Elizabeth pulled his penis
slowly back out again, sucking fiercely as she did so.

As Elizabeth withdrew the throbbing member from her mouth, Courtney saw a
small, bubbling spurt of yet more of that sweet, clear fluid erupt from the
pulsating tip.  The woman now bent the young man's hard shaft in the
direction of Courtney's mouth, motioning for the girl to try the same
maneuver the woman had just demonstrated.

Courtney took a deep breath... and plunged suddenly down upon the hard
column of flesh, taking in as much of it as she dared, only stopping when
the firm tip was nudging at the tight opening of her throat.  She felt the
guy's body arching up, just as it had done under the woman's caress, so she
figured she must be doing it right.

Courtney held the hard male rod inside her hungry mouth for a long moment,
not wanting to let it go.  Then, she turned her throat and mouth into as
powerful a vacuum as she could, and slowly withdrew the shaft of sweet
flesh, maintaining a fierce, sucking pressure all the way.

Courtney preformed this maneuver just as her instructor had demonstrated,
with but one important exception.  Instead of retracting the young man's
cock completely, she paused for a second, when only the round ball of flesh
at the tip remained within her mouth, and was rewarded, as she had hoped she
would be, with that gushing spurt of the young man's lubrication.  It filled
her mouth and made her head feel light with the fresh, delicious taste.

Now the two women traded back and forth with this same procedure, the guy's
tortured, abused young penis passing from one to the other at an ever
quickening pace, as the young man began to toss and writhe under the
delicious caress of two, deliciously sucking female mouths.

Patrick's cries became suddenly louder and more insistent, and Elizabeth,
who was just now finishing her turn at bat, pulled her mouth away and looked
at her young female student with a raised eyebrow.  "Now?" she asked,
whispering the question.

Courtney quickly nodded her assent.  And Elizabeth, motioning the young
woman to observe closely what she was about to do next, reached her free
hand beneath the Patrick's frantically arching and pumping rear, and,
without further ado, wriggled a single finger into the young man's anus to
the depth of the third knuckle.

The guy shrieked above them, and Courtney was startled to see a long, ropey
stream of white cream shoot nearly three feet into the air from the tip of
young man's now angry red penis.

He cried out again... and yet again... and two more powerful streams of
cream shot high into the air.  This third eruption from the guy's overloaded
young balls triggered something deep inside young Courtney, and, her female
instinct taking over once again, as it had so many times recently, she
whipped the orgasming cock away from the fist of her instructor, and plunged
it deeply into her own hot mouth, just in time feel the absolute heaven of a
forth huge, gushing load of male cream, splashing deliciously over her
tongue.

Courtney's reliable instincts told her to swallow rapidly, because more
sweet cream was on its way, and that is exactly what she did, only to be
rewarded with another... and another... and yet another gushing squirt of
equal strength.  Courtney took it all, and swallowed it all without missing
so much as a single drop.

Elizabeth was amazed at the girl's natural talent.  Elizabeth, herself,
might have choked, as she had, indeed, nearly done so the first time she had
brought the young man to orgasm in her mouth.  Patrick's capacity for
ejaculating great quantities of male cream entirely matched his youthful
ability to ejaculate repeatedly, again and again, with very little down time
for rest in between sessions.

In the three days or so Elizabeth had been "working" with him, she had never
been able to totally exhaust the young man.  And yet, even given his great
sexual capabilities, and the well-deserved praise she had heaped upon him,
Patrick still maintained that adorable, boyish shyness in his instructor's
presence -- a shyness so rare these days in a young man of nineteen years --
and he treated any sexual favors she bestowed upon him as unearned gifts for
which he would be, sometimes speechlessly, grateful.

Elizabeth looked at her two students with a feeling of justified
satisfaction.  Patrick, lying sweat-soaked and exhausted, was slumped
against the sofa cushions.  The girl was looking proud and adoringly up at
the young man she had just coaxed into violent ejaculation, her emerald eyes
sparkling, her glowing face spattered with the pearly effusion she had drawn
from his productive male balls.Elizabeth had certainly done well in
selecting these two for her upcoming project.  Her taste and judgement was
as sharply infallible as ever, she decided.

And now these two young lovers had been brought almost to the point where
she needed them to be.  Elizabeth needed their trust, and she was well on
the way to having earned all the trust she would require to achieve her
desired ends.  She needed now only to move them along just a bit farther on
the road to complete uninhibitedness.

Not giving the two any chance to fully recover their senses, Elizabeth now
reached out to pull young Patrick down onto the thickly carpeted floor, so
that he was lying between herself and Courtney.

Elizabeth sought the mouth of the young man with her own, in a long, deep,
liquid kiss, which she knew was all the stimulation the guy needed to have
his flaccid cock twitching once again into life.  A venturing hand at the
young man's loins proved her efforts immediately successful.  The shaft was
again as long and hard as it had been moments before.

Once more, Elizabeth admired the young man's recuperative powers.  He had
orgasmed with his female classmate twice that night already, all in the
space of the previous half-an-hour, and Elizabeth had personally seen to it
that Patrick had had his balls drained three times during the morning and
afternoon preceding.  And still, with the stimulation of a single kiss the
guy was again up and ready for action.

Elizabeth broke off her kiss long enough to motion for Courtney to move
between Patrick's knees and begin working toward the young man's loins.

Courtney moved into position without a word and began to practice what she
had learned from her instructor but a few minutes earlier.  She seemed to be
find herself a natural at these newly acquired oral techniques, the way she
dropped her mouth down over the young man's penis with no hesitation
whatsoever.  Courtney had found that there was, indeed, a very real sense of
power in this ability to bring a man to this most vulnerable state.

When the long, hard shaft had issued forth its copious geyser of sperm,
Courtney had felt an exultation like none she had ever experienced.  The
white gush of male cream had been like a white flash of lightening in her
brain.  It had been a revelation.

And the taste of those most precious male juices, drawn straight from the
depths of the young man's most private, most sacred of organs, had thrilled
her.  The flavor, the richness of it.  The pure, essence of the male sex,
taken willingly, joyously, into her own tremblingly hungering belly.

It was the ultimate tribute of her female nature to his male nature, and was
somehow even more intimate an act than taking the young man's previous gush
of sperm into the hollows of her belly.  Where the powerful force of that
ejaculation into the depths of her pussy had triggered an orgasm of the
physical, this swallowing of the male essence after she had sucked it from
its source with the muscles of her mouth had precipitated a kind of orgasm
of the soul.

Once again, Courtney felt the drawing away of another veil separating her
from true reality.

As Courtney now avidly sucked and tormented the hard, male cock of the young
man below her, as Elizabeth continued to work on Patrick from above.

Elizabeth's mouth sought to kiss the young man's very soul, her hands busily
toying with Patrick's small, pink nipples, and her entire body relishing the
shivers of excitement she and her female student were causing him.

Elizabeth sensed that the guy was about to come again already, and she
quickly broke off her kiss, to again signal the girl below.  Pushing
Courtney's head off and away from the young man's penis, Elizabeth now
positioned herself above Patrick's loins, straddling his hips and, catching
his wet brown eyes with her own of flashingly dark blue, she slid her
dripping vulva down onto his hard shaft, causing him to writhe and moan at
the sensation.

Courtney knelt beside the two, for a moment not knowing how she could fit
into the arrangement, until Elizabeth motioned the girl into position facing
her and straddling the young man's face.  Courtney understood at once, and
quickly followed the woman's directions.  A second later, the girl found
herself riding Patrick's stiffly thrusting tongue, just as Elizabeth was
riding his erectly standing member.

Both women writhed and moaned as the three-point copulation continued, the
electrical current of a mutual three-way orgasm filling the room about them
with a static charge of excitement that made the fine hair on the bodies of
all three stand tinglingly on end.

Courtney felt herself beginning to shudder with the beginnings of a
preliminary minicome, and Elizabeth, sensing this, leaned quickly forward to
suck the sweet tongue of the younger woman into her own mouth as she felt
the girl let go.  Patrick gurgled beneath Courtney's writhing pussy as a
spurt of clear girl cream shot into his mouth and over his tongue.

When Courtney had recovered somewhat, Elizabeth took the girl gently by the
shoulders and moved her around until she and Elizabeth had switched places.

Now it was Elizabeth who was riding the tongue of the young male, and it was
Courtney who found herself plunging frantically up and down upon the rigid
shaft of her beautiful, male classmate.

Courtney felt the moment of crisis rising within her, a huge orgasm just
over the horizon and coming on fast.  Her sex felt blissfully alive.  She
looked down at herself, expecting to see sparks flying from where her pussy
was crashing again and again down onto the proud young flesh of the guy
beneath her, but she saw only the small lake of their combined male and
female lubrication that had pooled along Patrick's smoothly muscled belly.

The next second her crisis was upon her.  A raging orgasm that seemed to
rise from somewhere deep in the earth beneath her instead of within her own
weak flesh erupted with an almost painful ecstasy, from her pussy to brain,
and everywhere in between.

At that very same instant, Patrick's rock-hard penis launched into the
girl's vagina above with a huge, gushing, ejaculation that had the force of
a geyser, nearly lifting the girl from her perch.

Courtney shrieked as the combined rush of her own cuntal convulsions and the
explosion of the pole deep within her made her belly feel as if is were
going to burst outward at the incredible intensity, rending the girl into a
mindless pile of debris, spent cunt and cock cream and blissfully exhausted
young female flesh.

The young man and the young woman celebrated their joy together in a baying
harmony of screams as their joined bodies clutched and tore at each other
unmercifully.

Elizabeth watched the two for a second, and then allowed herself to join
them in their exquisite joy.  She pressed her own spasming cunt downward
against Patrick's mouth, stifling his pleasurable cry at its very peak, the
vibrations of his cry transferring themselves to the throbbing bud of
Elizabeth's clitoris, causing the woman to orgasm again and again and again.

Courtney and Patrick were not alone in collapsing into unconsciousness when
the long string of devastating climaxes had finally passed.  The body of
their blonde art instructor now lay upon the thick carpet of the living room
along with their own, and the three slept in an embrace of exhausted
satisfaction until well past midnight.























Chapter 6



On the following Friday, Elizabeth told Courtney that she had found the girl
her very first professional modeling job, and Courtney was thrilled.

"You've heard of Paul Roper, of course?" the woman asked, as she and
Courtney talked after art class that day.  Elizabeth had asked Courtney to
stick around after class because she said she had something "very important"
to discuss with the girl.

Courtney had not been modeling in class that day.  On the Monday following
Courtney's first "modeling lesson" at Elizabeth's house, another of
Courtney's classmates had taken her turn at modeling nude for the next few
days.  A large-boned girl named Carrie, who's large breasts and fuller
figure offered the budding artists a contrast to Courtney's slender figure.

But Elizabeth had taken care to describe the intricate details and singular
natural beauty of this second model of the class-year with nearly the same
enthusiasm and praise she'd employed in presenting Courtney to the class.

The fuller figured Carrie was appraised as a more "classical" figure,
however, and the instructor took care to point out the lush voluptuousness
of the form she presented.

Elizabeth described to the class the mature ripeness of the girl's breasts,
the generous promise of the girl's hip structure, all in such flattering
terms that by the end of the first session the girl was nearly overcome by
tears of joy.  And where the girl had been even more reluctant than Courtney
had at first to reveal her nakedness to her instructor and her fellow
classmates, by the third day this new girl was boldly whipping off her robe
at the beginning of each class, as if relishing the close examination she
was receiving, and the artistic tributes offered by her young classmates.

Throughout this time also, Courtney had been encouraged by her own progress
in work behind (as opposed to modeling before) the sketch pad.  It was
becoming clear, from her instructor's encouraging critiques of her work, as
well as from the comments of her classmates and others on the college
faculty about the drawings she was producing, that it was a toss-up at this
point as to which avenue into the world of art held the most promise for the
young woman.

Of course, the praise for Courtney's modeling had come from her instructor,
alone, and these private sessions at Elizabeth's home had become a regular
part of Courtney's college routine.

Nearly every night of the previous week Courtney had spent at the woman's
home, posing for the instructor, imitating the various poses of the models
in Elizabeth's videos, posing either by herself or in the delicious company
of the handsome young Patrick.  And just as regularly, sex had become a part
of those modeling sessions.

After each and every modeling lesson would come one of Elizabeth's lessons
in "visualization" which always led to an orgasmic climax for Courtney in
the arms of her instructor, or the handsome and viral young Patrick... or
both.

Courtney would return from these sessions, nearly exhausted, to tumble into
her own bed in her dorm, only to wake some time later to discover her
roommate, Brenda, crawling into her arms.  It was a wonder the girl got any
rest at all.

But, fortunately, Courtney had learned from Elizabeth a few special ways of
pleasing other girls that she employed now to sap the strength of her cute
roommate.  In a matter of minutes, Brenda would be squealing aloud and
gushing forth her rich clear girlhoney, and soon thereafter would be fast
asleep, cuddled into her roommate's embrace, and leaving the rest of the
night for Courtney to sleep unmolested.

Courtney was learning.  About modeling... and other things.  Her confidence
was growing.  Now, when she noticed a good-looking guy giving her the eye as
she walked across the campus grounds between classes, she would meet his
glance boldly, with a knowing little smile that usually caused him to glance
away.  Courtney found she could frequently make a handsome young male
actually blush with  one of her smiles.

All in all, Courtney was having the best time in her young life.  College
was great.  And all this new experience was making the girl feel more alive
than she had ever felt before.

And to top it all off, for the past few days, Elizabeth had been offering
hints about the possibility of finding Courtney her first opportunity to
model for real, with a real artist.

But when Courtney heard the name, Paul Roper, she couldn't believe she had
heard her instructor correctly.

"Paul Roper?" Courtney said, said incredulously.  "Of course, I've heard of
him!  He's one of the finest painter's in the country!"

"So he is," agreed Elizabeth.  "He also happens to be a very good friend of
mine.  And... he told me recently that he is looking for a new model.
Someone just like you."

"I don't believe it!" exclaimed Courtney.  Then her face fell.  "But... I...
I'm not ready!  I've only been practicing for a few weeks!  How can I...?"

"Not to worry," interrupted Elizabeth.  "I have seen how well you've
progressed.  You have done very well, and you fit the description he gave me
for the type of model he is looking for exactly."

"Besides," continued the woman, placing a reassuring hand upon the girl's
shoulder.  "I would not refer a model to an artist of the caliber of Paul
Roper if I did not have absolute confidence in her.  As long as you follow
his instructions to the letter and remember the special things I've taught
you, I'm sure you'll do fine.  You must learn to trust your talents if you
are to use them to the greatest advantage."

Courtney nodded to the woman, willing to take the chance if Elizabeth was.
After all, the worst the artist could do was decide she was not capable, and
at this early point in her Courtney's career that would not be  such a
devastating thing.And to have the opportunity of becoming a subject for a
world-renowned artist like Paul Roper was simply too good an opportunity to
pass up.

So Courtney agree then and there to pose for the great artist on the
following night.  She would have all day Saturday to prepare herself, and
Courtney had already resolved to abstain from any games with her roommate
from this moment until then.  She wanted to be fresh, rested and ready to
perform at her absolute best.  Brenda would just have to suffer.

Courtney smiled to herself at the thought of the torments the other girl
would have to endure by being denied Courtney's sexual company for a night
and a day.  It would be good for the girl, she decided, a hint of amused
cruelty playing about her face as she walked back toward the dorm.

It was clear that Courtney was, indeed, learning many things from her art
instructor.

Elizabeth would have been very pleased.





Paul Roper was as dark-haired and green-eyed as was his new model.  The
instant Courtney's emerald eyes met his, the girl sensed that their
professional relationship would be a success for them both.

Courtney had been understandably nervous all the preceding Friday night and
Saturday, and the taxi ride to the artist's secluded home, nestled on a
country estate of some considerable size on the far outskirts of town, had
racked the girl with nervous anticipation.  But the second their gazes met,
all nervousness had miraculously disappeared, and Courtney had been
instantly at her ease, as if she were meeting with some old familiar friend
after a long, lamented separation.

The house was large, with several surrounding buildings showing in
indistinct silhouette against the orange-lit horizon of the setting sun.
The cab driver had driven off before Courtney had mounted the front steps,
much less reached the front door, and the girl found herself hoping
sincerely that the driver had delivered her to the right place.

But Paul Roper, himself, had opened the door only a second after Courtney
rang the bell, and all her doubts were dispelled.

This was, indeed, the legendary Paul Roper.  Courtney recognized him from
pictures she had seen of him in various art magazines.  The photos had not
done him justice, the girl noted.  He was more handsome than even she had
anticipated.  He looked about thirty-five, although Courtney remembered from
the articles she'd read that he was actually more near forty.

Strong, athletic-looking, and possessed of eyes nearly the same emerald tint
of her own, and with fine, dark hair, cut close to the scalp in a forest of
handsome curls, Courtney had never seen a man more handsome.

"So you're Courtney," Paul Roper said, motioning the girl inside, with a
smile that caused a melting sensation somewhere in Courtney's lower belly.
"You're even more beautiful than Elizabeth said."

Courtney found herself speechless for an instant.  The man was gorgeous.
She struggled to find her tongue, saying, "Th... thank you, sir."

"No sirs around here, Courtney," the man said, his smile broadening even
further, if such a thing were possible.  "My name is Paul, and that's what
you'll call me.'

"Of course... Paul," said the girl, as she stepped through the door into the
foyer.  Roper closed and locked the door behind them, and then led Courtney
down a short hallway.

Paintings lined the passage on either side, beautiful studies of nude young
men and women, posed in various attitudes and settings.  One large painting
Courtney noticed showed a nude young woman with long, flowing blonde hair,
riding bare-back upon a powerful-looking white horse.  The woman appeared in
frantic flight, her long, golden tresses whipping out behind her as she rode
the galloping horse, a group of mounted "barbarians" behind her in hot
pursuit.  Courtney recognized the scene as the image from the first
visualization exercise Elizabeth had given her a few weeks before.

Whoever had posed for the painting in actuality had certainly done well in
visualizing the emotions that fit with the scene, and the artist had
successfully captured those emotions on the canvas.

There was a genuine look of fear on the face of the young blonde as she half
turned to look back at her rapidly closing pursuers.  From the girl's
expression, Courtney could clearly see that the fleeing female knew very
well what her fate would be if she were to be caught by these men.  She
would be undoubtedly passed from one unto the next, as her tender young body
was brutally used again and again.

And yet, there was also a note in the brilliant blue eyes of the mounted
blonde girl of something more than fear.  There was a clearly discernable
token of excitement there as well, that caused the blue eyes to glitter in a
way that suggested that the girl might be feeling a touch of wicked
anticipation.  As if, if her fear had not been so great, she might well have
reigned in her horse in order to let herself be caught.

It was an impression real enough to make Courtney feel once again the
imagined sensation of rough hands pulling her own naked body from the
horse's back and onto the hard ground.  She could feel the men holding her
down as one of them began plunging his hard penis again and again into her
climaxing cunt.

Courtney could also feel that any resistance she would offer to this sexual
attack would be to disguise the fact that she would be loving it, reveling
in it.

Courtney suddenly felt her panties begin to moisten beneath her jeans.  The
effectiveness of the scene in the painting was truly extraordinary.  The
voice of her host interrupted her thoughts.

"Your instructor makes a good model, herself, don't you think?" he said.

Courtney glanced more closely at the naked girl in the painting.
"Elizabeth?" she said, wonderingly.

"Yes," said Roper.  "She posed for that painting just last year.  I've done
a lot of work with Elizabeth."

Looking more closely, Courtney now saw that the girl in the picture was,
indeed, her very own art instructor.  The bright blue eyes were undoubtedly
the same, though the girl in the painting was portrayed as being a much
younger Elizabeth.

The artist had reduced the fullness of Elizabeth's ample breasts to emulate
the taught peaks of a girl of eighteen.  The hips were a touch narrower as
well.  Roper explained that he had needed to "adjust" Elizabeth's form to
achieve the specific effect he was after.

"That is one reason I had asked Elizabeth if there were some younger model
she knew of who could pose for me.  And, luckily, she said she had just
discovered an exciting new modeling talent, right in her very own
classroom."  The man smiled.

Courtney was blushing slightly, flattered both by her instructor's
confidence and by this man's apparent sharing in that favorable impression.

Courtney followed Roper as he continued down the hallway, but turned to look
back once more at the "young Elizabeth" on her galloping white horse.  I
hope they catch you, Courtney said to herself.  Do one of them twice for me.

The hallway opened out into a wide room that was instantly recognizable as
an painter's studio.  There were tables lining two of the long, high walls,
upon which rested a clutter of paint tubes, artist's brushes in jars of
turpentine, and sketches of various works-in-progress, several easels
scattered here and there holding canvases in various stages of completion.

But one easel near the center of the room held a large canvas that was
totally blank, and across from this was a single, wooden, straight-backed
chair, standing before a lush backdrop of velvet, verdantly green and folded
for a textured effect.  This was glowingly illuminated by several tall,
strategically placed lamps.  All that was lacking was the model that would
pose sitting upon that chair, and Courtney knew that model would be her.

"You can take your place if you'd like," Roper said, nodding toward to the
chair before turning away to busy himself among the clutter of paints and
brushes.  "There is a clothes tree near the door for your things."

Courtney took a deep breath to steal herself, and then began to slip out of
her clothes.  It had taken her nearly two hours to decide what to wear to
her first official modeling job, and she had settled at last on a dark blue
silk skirt, which came to just above her lightly tanned knees, topped by a
white silk blouse, open at the neck.

In practical anticipation of modeling nude, she had worn no jewelry.  So,
having removed the skirt and blouse, Courtney was now dressed only in her
simple white bra and matching panties.  These she retained until she had
carried the other bundled clothes to the tall rattan clothes tree which
stood near the door.  Courtney hung the skirt and blouse neatly, then
perfunctorily shrugged out of the bra and pealed off the panties and hung
them upon the tree as well.

Courtney turned and walked back to the chair before the velvet backdrop, and
stood there awaiting further instruction.

Suddenly, Courtney felt her panic begin to rise again.  She was about to
pose before a complete stranger, an artist, and a well-known artist at that,
a man used to working with the finest professional models.  Courtney
suddenly felt certain that she was not nearly good enough to be here.  She
would shame herself and her instructor who had trusted in her abilities.

It was at that moment that Paul Roper looked up from the paints he had been
mixing, met the young girl's panicked gaze... and smiled.

Instantly, the warm smile on the handsome face had its reassuring effect,
and Courtney was once again at her ease.

Paul put down his paints and strode easily toward her.  A moment later,
Courtney was seated upon the wooden chair in a pose the man assured her was
"absolutely perfect" for his purposes.  She was seated with her hips angled
slightly forward, and her knees parted enough to expose the bare details of
her young vulva.

Paul had positioned the girl with his own hands, Courtney allowing him to
mold her body as a sculptor molds clay.  The gentle, but firm touch of his
strong hands upon her naked flesh had sent thrills running up her spine from
everywhere he happened to touch.

Courtney felt her nipples hardening from more than just the slight chill in
the room, and she was afraid from the way her pussy was now tingling that
the excited moisture there might already be visible.  And yet, on another
level, she found herself not caring.  It was as if the rapport she felt was
shared between the two of them -- this artist and his model -- somehow
transcended all need for hiding such personal and private physical
manifestation of her emotions.

She was excited, and excitement was what made a girl's pussy weep.  That was
the simple, honest truth.  And wasn't honesty what true art was all about?
No hiding?  No denial?  No fear?

Courtney now sat with an aspect of pride upon her face.  Pride in her body.
Pride in the very wetness that she felt blossoming from her widely opened
pussy.  Pride that these aspects of her most secret self were about to be
captured by one of the day's greatest artists.  Her youth, her beauty, her
sexuality would be preserved forever.

"I'm calling this study, The Awakening," Paul Roper said, studying the girl
for a moment from around the side of the large canvas.  "I want to capture
the feelings of a young woman in her first moments of budding sexuality.  I
want to portray a girl discovering for the very first time the pleasures of
her own body."

Courtney felt certain she understood what Paul had in mind.  "This girl.
She's a virgin, isn't she?"

The artist nodded.  "She is a virgin.  She is seated in her own bedroom.  At
night.  And she is about to experience an orgasm for the first time in her
life."

The artist was now looking directly, deeply into Courtney's emerald eyes.
"This orgasm," he continued, watching the girl closely, "will come from the
caresses of the girl's own hands."

Courtney nodded slowly, not breaking their locked gaze, assuring the man by
way of her unflinching eyes that she understood exactly what her wanted.
She knew without the slightest hesitation what she was about to do.

She was going to reveal herself utterly, by engaging in the most private act
a girl could perform.  She was going to masturbate for him.  She was going
to bring herself to orgasm by her own hands, while a man she had barely met
looked on.  And he, the artist, would use his charcoal and his paints to
preserve this most private of moments forever on canvas, perhaps for all the
world to see.

And again, all Courtney felt... was pride.  An almost unbearable joy -- in
her body, her sexuality, her self.

She was ready to begin.

Paul provided a very detailed story of what the series of paintings would
capture, describing each step, from the first, casual, almost accidental
caress, to the final, crushing blow of her devastating climax this young
virgin would experience.

There would be several paintings in the series.  First there was the simple
scene of the girl -- the young "virgin" -- seated naked in her bedroom,
combing out her long, dark hair.  Then there would be a portrait of that
same young woman casually examining the hard point of one small breast.
Soon the girl would progress to a curious examination of that unknown and
forbidden area between her coltish young legs, the first initial discovery
of sensation there.

The series would continue to catalog the slow development of her passion,
from the first intriguing little tingles her stroking fingers inspired, to a
delicious, luxurious, writhing ecstasy of quickly rising pleasure, to the
inevitable, frightened, frantic finale of the girl's very first orgasm.

Tonight they would work on the first preliminary sketches for the series,
the artist working quickly to capture the fleeting impressions his model
would inspire in him.  The actually painting and detail work would come
later, as the images Roper wished to capture became more clear in his mind.

For now, Paul instructed Courtney to work on refining her ability to
visualize the scene he had painted on the canvas within her mind.

"Tell me what this virgin thinks," he commanded.  "She is alone in her
bedroom.  There is no one else within the house, so she will not be
disturbed.  She is sitting at her vanity, gazing at the image she sees
within the mirror there, as she prepares herself for bed.  What is going
through her mind?"

Courtney's eye were closed, as she worked to picture the scene.  She looked
at her imagined reflection within the mirror, trying to get into the
character Paul wished her to portray.

"She is looking at herself," she began.  "And she is wondering if she is
pretty."

"Good," said Paul, encouragingly, his eyes fixed upon the naked girl before
him, as the charcoal in his hand began to scratch upon the rough surface of
the canvas.

Courtney once again found herself slipping easily into the fictional role
she had been asked to play, becoming in her mind the very subject the artist
wished to paint.

"She is wondering if her body is pretty enough to attract a man," she said.
Courtney lifted her hands from her upper thighs where they had been resting
to cup the gentle swells of her breasts.  She hefted their small weight,
appraisingly.  "Her breasts are so small.  She thinks, how could any man
find them sexy?"

Roper's hand was working frantically over the canvas now, as the outline of
the girl's seated form began to appear.  "And... what other part of her body
does she look at in the mirror?" he asked.

Courtney's knees slipped a bit farther apart as the question was spoken.
"Her..." she said, hesitantly.  "Her... pussy."

"And what does she see there?"

Courtney's head tilted slightly to one side, as if critically examining her
own reflection, although her eyes remained closed, lost in the world of the
fantasy.  "The hair," she said, faintly.  "It's dark as the hair on her
head, but the curls are tighter."

Her right hand moved slowly down from the breast it had been cupping to
lightly stroke her lower belly at the point where the first few curls of her
pussy bush began.  She toyed with the hair there, gently pulling at single,
individual curls with her thumb and forefinger, pulling them out straight
and then releasing them to spring back into their place.

"Are they beautiful?" Paul asked, softly.

Courtney seemed to consider a moment, before nodding slightly and murmuring
a faint "yes."

"Now, remember," said Paul, directing the scene forward.  "The girl is a
virgin.  She has never experienced sex with a man.  Or with a woman," he
added, thinking for an instant of Elizabeth.  "She has never even know
sexual pleasure with herself," he reminded her.  "But she is about to
discover those pleasure right now.  How does it begin?"

Courtney thought for a moment, her right hand continuing to pluck absently
at the soft curls below her belly, her left hand still cupping and gently
squeezing her small left breast.  "She... decides to look at herself... down
here," she said, her right hand moving lower across her soft dark bush.

Knees spreading even further apart, Courtney slowly shifted her butt forward
on the wooden chair, aiming her opened sex at the imagined mirror in order
to better "see" herself there.

"What does she see?" Paul asked her, quietly.

"It's pretty," said the girl.  Her left hand now joined her right to press
the curl-covered flesh at each side of her pussy, thereby separating the
outer lips of the sweet cuntal opening there.  "It's pink... and wet..." she
said.

Paul clearly saw for himself exactly what the girl was describing:
Courtney's own sweet sex, the small interior lips still clinging together as
the outer lips opened them to his viewing.  There was, indeed, a slight
sheen on moisture there, pushing outward into the light of the glowing
spotlights that were perfectly trained upon the juncture of the girl's
coltishly muscled thighs.

"What does she feel?" he asked.

"It... itches," said the girl, a questioning look crossing the pretty
features of her face.  "It... tingles, sort of," she continued.  "It wants
me to touch it, I think."  She wrinkled her nose, skeptically.  "I've never
done that before." she said, in a small voice that sounded uncertain.

"So what do you do?" Paul asked.

Courtney considered a second before answering, "I... touch it."

The girl's hands moved in together to separate those delicate, smaller,
inner lips, which moved easily apart to reveal the channel of her warmly
welling interior, the deeper pinkness there allowing a small gush of her
young pussy cream to escape and trickle sweetly down onto the seat of the
chair beneath her.

"Oooooooh," she said, a small involuntary coo of pleasure at the sensation
as her pussy began coming to life.  "It feels good," she said.

Paul saw that this more specific attention to the pink pussy flesh had
awakened the girl's sweet little clit as well.  The small pink bud was now
peeking from beneath its protective hood, as if seeking some attention for
itself at well.  Paul was on the point of prodding the girl into noticing
this new development, but Courtney was way ahead of him this time.

"Hmmmmmmm... there's a little hard pink thing sticking out at the top of my
pussy lips," she said, as if she really were an innocent young virgin just
now noticing her erect clitoris for the very first time.

"It's kind of itching... throbbing," the girl continued, totally emersed
within the fantasy, her voice reflecting uninhibitedly the innocent thoughts
projecting from her mind.  "Maybe I should touch it."  An instant later, she
did so.

Courtney emitted a sudden gasp as a sharp thrill of pleasure radiated from
the depths of her cunt as she touched a single forefinger to the tip of that
small quivering bud of flesh, the trembling little protuberance acting as a
secret trigger which instantly fired a sudden shock of pleasure from her
head to her toes, a violent shudder of excitement that vibrated her body
upon the chair.

"Oh, that feels nice!" the girl exclaimed.  "I never felt anything like that
before!  Maybe I should touch it again."  Again, she did so, this time
giving her excited clit a single stroke along its full length.

"That's... so... good!" she cried, softly, as she rode the waves of
sensation that exploded throughout her quivering frame.  "No one ever told
me about this!  My nipples are so hard!  And my little pussy itches even
more!  Maybe I should stop."

But the incredible sensations the young "virgin" was experiencing appeared
to be too intense for the girl to ignore.  She bit her plump lower lip --
her face a mask of concentration, as if bracing herself for the fierceness
of what was about to come -- she placed the forefinger of each hand on
either side of her small love bud, and then begin frantically to frig at it
from both sides at once.

The girl's body exploded upon the chair.

She gave a sharp cry as her hips thrust in a violent circular motion, her
small breasts jiggling, her head thrown back, her dark curls tossing
insanely from side to side.  "Oh... it... feels... so... hot... so... hot!"
the girl cried, through tightly clenched teeth, fingers still flicking at
either side of her slick love button.

"Oh... oh...!" she called out, haltingly, as the orgasm began to swell up
within her belly in preparation for its immanent bursting.

"It's.... I'm... I'm.... Oh, God, I'm...!"  There was a deep, shuddering
inhalation from the girl, and then a sudden ear-splitting scream.  It was
the panicked shriek of a young virgin that had never been told of the
wondrous pleasures of sex, a girl who might actually think such intense
bodily sensations did signal the approach of death rather than the true
beginning of life.

Paul Roper found himself wondering -- as his hand flew as fast with his
charcoal across the canvas, just as the hands of the girl before him flew
against her clitoris and cunt -- if this had been, in fact, Courtney's
original reaction when she, herself, had first stumbled upon the pleasures
of female masturbation.

His thoughts were interrupted by an even louder shriek from the girl.

She screamed.  It was the first crash of a devastating orgasm.   The young
woman's eyes flew open, blind panic reflected there.  She couldn't seem to
breath.  "It's... no... not again... I can't..."  A second raucous cry as a
second wave of pure, stunning sensation collided against the girl's very
soul.

A veritable sea of pussy juice was gushing from her spasming young sex to
puddle upon the seat of her chair.  She felt as if a tornado was spinning
within her, centered at the eye represented by her throbbing little clit.

But it still wasn't done.

The walls of the room rang with the most piercingly shrill cry yet.
Courtney was convulsing and writhing and bucking against the chair with a
force Paul Roper had never witnessed in any woman.  Elizabeth had not been
exaggerating at all when she had told him of the girl's amazing potential
for sexual gratification.

Courtney arched... stiffened... and then squealed, her eyes fluttering up
into her head, as another and final wave of orgasm swelled beneath her,
carrying her off of the chair and over onto her side upon the hard floor.

She had nearly passed out.  But she felt herself called back into
consciousness as she became aware of hands pushing her over onto her belly.
Then her pussy channel exploded afresh, as a long, hard, shaft suddenly
thrust itself violently into her, filling her cunt to its very depths.

Courtney wailed, as a new chain of orgasms erupted from within.  She was
clawing madly at the polished wood of the studio floor as what felt like a
hot, steel pole plunged into her again and again and again.

At each down-thrust, something was pounding down against her soft rounded
ass, smashing her poor pubic bone into the hard floor, flattening her belly
and small breasts there as well.

Courtney took the opportunity of the small instant before her next orgasm
seized her to snatch a quick look over her left shoulder... and saw that it
was the handsome artist, the famous Paul Roper, who was providing her this
almost unbearable pleasure.  He was fiercely fuck his large sex into her
cunt from behind, pushing her forward across the polished hardwood floor a
few inches farther with every fiercely grunting thrust.

Then Courtney was coming again, and all thought was blasted out of her
tousled dark head, as the lightening flash of her girlcome electrified her
once again, freezing her into a statue of a young woman as purely alive as
she ever would be.

Again and again and again she screamed out her pleasure, convulsing under
the racking seizure of five more orgasms before the man above her finally
submitted to an orgasm of his own, his cock and balls exploding with what
felt like a gallon of his hot cream, filling the Courtney's belly nearly to
bursting with its gushing whiteness, and leaving her a quivering, sobbing
pile of ruined girl-flesh, lying upon the polished studio floor where she
had fallen.























Chapter 7



It was late that Saturday night, early Sunday morning more precisely, that
Courtney crept back into her bed in the dorm one extremely exhausted young
woman.  Paul Roper had fucked her a total of three times before allowing the
girl to leave.

After their first fierce session together, Courtney had resumed her chair to
pose for more preliminary sketches for the series of paintings the two would
be producing together.  But it wasn't long before they each became too
excited by Courtney's alluring poses to restrain themselves from going at
each other again in a second, frantic, rutting attack.

This time had been as quick and intense as their very first fuck, and
afterwards Courtney had barely found herself able to resume her chair, her
poor pussy tired and quiveringly achy with the excess of orgasmic pleasure
it had experienced.

Finally, the series of sketches the artist had scheduled for that first
night were complete, and the two celebrated the successful sitting with
Courtney's first taste of expensive champagne, and a long, slow, thorough
fuck before the artist's big stone fireplace.

This last coupling was as gentle as the ones preceding had been violent.
Where Roper had appeared unable to control his passion before, he was now
restrained and calculating in his pleasuring of the young woman, taking
nearly an hour after he had penetrated her to complete his excitement with
his final, explosive ejaculation of the night.

He took time with the girl, making certain she came several times before
allowing himself to succumb to the soft, honeyed sweetness of her warm, wet
pussy, and by that point Courtney had been driven nearly hysterical by her
need to feel him gushing his male milk deeply into her belly.  The
satisfaction she felt as her working cunt finally made him deliver up this
hot tribute was nearly as pleasurable as the many orgasms he had inspired
her to before.

When Paul's long, hard penis began its last, massive throbs, signaling the
spurted male come that would follow, Courtney had erupted in an orgasm of an
sweet intensity she had never experienced.  It was as if her entire female
flesh, her very chromosomes, were crying aloud in triumph, as the mouth of
her greedy little sex drank in the fountaining cream that shot so forcefully
from his spasming male member.

She had fallen asleep where she lay, awakening a short while later as Roper
informed her in a businesslike manner that her taxi had arrived to take her
back to campus.

Courtney took a few seconds to tidy her hair, dressed, and minutes later she
was in the back seat of the cab, speeding towards home, reflecting on the
love, yes love, that she now felt not only for Elizabeth, her art
instructor, but for this man, this artist, the woman had introduced her to.

Courtney's body ached and throbbed with the excessive pleasures it had
endured, but she felt as if her head was in the stars.

Upon reaching her dorm, Courtney found her strength had been renewed
somewhat.  It was well past midnight, but she felt she had gotten her second
wind somehow.  As she passed the shower room on the way to the door of her
dorm room, she paused a second, considering whether to get cleaned up before
going to bed, but she chose against it.  She could still smell the scent of
her new man upon her, on her skin, in her hair, and she decided she wanted
to sleep the rest of the night with the sweet scent of Paul Roper, his sweat
and his semen, wrapping her senses as she wrapped herself in the warm
blankets.

Reaching her room, Courtney took care not to awaken her roommate, turning
her key very cautious in the lock, and slipping into the room without
turning on any lights.

Courtney heard gentle breathing in the darkness from the direction of
Brenda's bed and she decided the girl was, in fact, asleep.  She stood by
her own bed and undressed in the dark.  She tossed the silk skirt and blouse
in the general direction of her closet, and her bra and panties soon
followed.  She stood a moment, considering what to do about pajamas, decided
that none were necessary, and then slid between the sheets.

Courtney had lain there for only a few minutes when she noticed a subtle
change in the sound of her roommate's breathing.  The rhythm of sleep had
been broken, and Courtney supposed that she must have awakened her roommate
after all.  But a few seconds later, she wasn't so sure.  There was
something odd about Brenda's breathing, and Courtney was trying to determine
what that something was when there was the additional sound, the sound of a
sudden moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm."  It was the voice of her roommate, Courtney was sure of that.
But there was also a wet lip-smacking sort of sound as well coming from the
other girl's bed.

Courtney heard the girl moan again, as the liquid squishy sounds continued.
Courtney had about come to the suspicion that her hot little roommate was
"entertaining" herself with her own nimble fingers, but then again, the
sounds didn't seem exactly right for that interpretation either.

Then, suddenly, Courtney knew what was up.  There was another moan from her
roommate's side of the room... and this time, the voice was higher than the
ones before.  And there were words accompanying this new moan.

"Ummm... oh... Brenda!" the voice said, and instantly Courtney knew that her
roommate was not alone in her bed.  There was another girl with her.
Courtney now knew what the wet squishy sounds had been too.  Someone,
another girl, was busily licking her roommate up between her legs, causing
the girl to moan in her sleep.Courtney guessed the two had been sleeping
when she'd come tip-toeing in, and the unknown girl must have awakened soon
thereafter.  And that unknown girl was now licking Brenda's little pussy as
she slept.

"Ohhh... whu.....?"  Courtney guessed Brenda was awake now, because the
girl's moans had become somewhat questioning as if she had been startled up
from a deep sleep.

At that very moment, a full moon appeared through the unshaded window,
uncovered by the clouds that had obscured it until now, and the entire room
was bathed in a soft glow of moonlight, revealing clearly to Courtney's eyes
the scene at that side of the room, though her own bed remained in shadow.

Two naked young women lay embracing, head to tail, on Brenda's narrow bed.
The brown-haired Brenda appeared to be on the bottom, her back flat on the
mattress, and above her the other girl lay facing her, head buried between
the reclining girl's open thighs.

This girl appeared of about the same build as Brenda, though the bright
moonlight clearly illuminated the glowing paleness of lighter, blonde hair
upon the head that was clearly delving intimately into the pussy of the
other girl.

Courtney continued to hear the wet snicking of the blonde-haired girl's
tongue as it worked diligently between her young roommate's legs.  Who was
this girl?  Courtney had never known Brenda to have a boyfriend, much less a
girlfriend, and Courtney had been under the impression that she herself had
been the first female her roommate had played with in bed.  And Courtney, as
irrational as it was, was surprised to feel more than a touch of jealousy at
discovering Brenda sex-gaming with another girl.

Brenda appeared to be awake now.  She was writhing a bit under the unknown
girl's friendly assault, her hips pushing upwards into the face of the girl
as the blonde head continued twist and burrow at the junction of Brenda's
thighs.

Courtney unconsciously licked her own lips as the lascivious sight before
her reminded her of the sweet taste of Brenda's pussy and the nights the two
had spent, playing with each other just like this in her own bed.

Brenda's back arched suddenly, raising her partner's lower body up along
with it, as the other girl's tongue hit some particularly vulnerable spot.
"Oh... Valerie... that's so good!" she cried.

So that was the blonde girl's name, though Courtney.  Whoever this little
tramp was, she certainly knew how to treat a girl in bed.  Brenda looked
like she was going crazy from what this Valerie was doing to her.

Brenda appeared to be so entranced that she was not even returning the other
girl's favors.  The naked pink mouth of the blonde-fringed sex was within
inches of Brenda's face now, and yet the girl had so far not even offered
the smallest kiss to the sweetly scented delicacy.

But this negligence did not go on for long.  Brenda must have realized the
inequity of the situation, for all at once she had raised her head and
plunged her face into the widely spread vulva of her cute friend.  Valerie's
reaction was instantaneous.  She suddenly pulled her own face up from the
steamy pussy she had been so diligently working a second before, and let out
a tight little squeal of passion.

"Yes!  Brenda, do it!  Lick me!" the blonde girl cried, encouraging a
doubling of effort in the hotly licking Brenda.

This raising of the blonde's head gave Courtney the opportunity to see the
Brenda's friend's face for the first time.

The girl was quite beautiful.  Blonde curls wildly tousled by the sex games
the two girls had been no doubt involved in most of the night, the untidy
strands parting to reveal a cherubic face featuring a cute little upturned
nose.  And even in the soft moonlight Courtney could tell that the girl was
adorable.

 From the way the two wrestling young women lay head-to-tail it was difficult
to judge for certain, but it appeared that this Valerie was even more petite
than Courtney's small roommate, though she looked to be of about the same
age.  The small, tight-looking behind of the girl looked well-exercised as
it churned and wriggled against the face of the girl beneath her.  Of the
girl's breasts Courtney could make no judgements at the moment.  Whatever
such attributes the girl possessed were now pressed tightly into her
friend's writhing belly, making those measurements impossible to judge.

Brenda appeared to be making some headway toward bringing the girl to a
climax now.  From the way the blonde girl's entire frame wriggled and
twisted within Brenda's tight embrace, it was clear that she was desperately
seeking that release.

The young blonde really began to thrash about now, calling her lover's name
again and again as Brenda's arms appeared to fight to keep their hold on the
girl.  She was squirming and gasping like a fish out of water, while Brenda
continued to burrow her face deeply into the climaxing girl's pussy, the
moist, squishy sounds her licking and sucking activity produced growing
louder and louder.

"Oh... please!"  And then she screamed, as an earthquake of emotion seemed
to crash over her body.  The girl was writhing and babbling incoherently
now, her body whipping about so violently that Courtney could hear the faint
crackling in the joints of the young woman's spine, as the convulsions of
orgasm took the girl and shook her body viciously.

The orgasming girl screamed again, her cry rising into a long pitiful
mewling wail like that of a trapped and wounded animal, all hope of escape
gone forever.

It was at that very moment that the eyes of the climaxing blonde, which had
been tightly closed until now, flew widely open in the excess of her
passion, and met the staring eyes of Courtney, who lay peeking out above the
covers from the matching twin bed across the room.

There was a hint of panic in the young blonde's eyes, which Courtney saw
were beautiful deep pools of vivid blue, as the climaxing girl suddenly
realized that she and her lover were not alone in the room.  But the
residual spasms of her orgasm still had the girl in their clutches, and so
she could not hold herself back from riding her sweetly devastating climax
to its finish.

Soon, however, the waves of sensation tapered down to delicious shivery
ripples of delight, and the little blonde recovered herself enough to try to
alert her partner to Courtney's presence.

"S-Brenda... there's... there's someone here," the blonde said, gaspingly,
to the girl beneath her, who was even now still intently licking and sucking
at the sweet meat of the other girl's quivering cunt.

Now Brenda turned her head to look up over the still twitching hips of her
blonde friend to see her roommate, looking wide-eyed at the two lesbian
lovers from her own bed across the room.

Brenda seemed startled for an instant, then embarrassed.  "Court!  I....
I... didn't know you were back!"

Brenda's blonde lover seemed to become embarrassed herself, now that her
orgasm had more fully faded, and she quickly extricated herself from her
friend's sweaty embrace, grabbed a white terry-cloth robe from the foot of
the bed where it had been tossed some hours earlier, and ran for the door.
A second later she was gone, the sound of her naked feet pattering down the
hallway beyond the door she'd swung shut behind her.

"Her name's Valerie," Brenda said quietly, when the girl's footsteps had
faded.

"So I heard," said Courtney, as she reached to switch on her small bedside
lamp.  Brenda blinded against the sudden light, and Courtney took a long
look at the sleek, beautiful body of her young roommate.  Brenda's rich,
brown curls were as disheveled as Valerie's blonde hair had been, and
Courtney could plainly see the glistening juices of the other girl's honey
smeared all over her roommate's cute face.  Courtney felt a rush of hot lust
for the pretty girl that she could hardly resist.

"I met her yesterday," Brenda explained.  "I was so hot... and you wouldn't
touch me.  Saving yourself for your modeling session," the girl pouted.  "I
was desperate!  Valerie is in my phys ed class.  She caught me watching her
in the shower room yesterday, and I asked her to dinner at the student
center.  We talked forever.  She's nineteen, just like me.  She's a virgin,
too."  The girl lowered her eyes shyly.  "Just like me.  So, we came back
here afterwards.  I asked he if she wanted a back rub... and... the next
thing I knew... we were naked."

Brenda smiled to herself, remembering the activities of earlier that night.
"She's really sweet," she said.  "I don't think she'd even masturbated
herself before tonight," she laughed.  "Now she's hot as a pistol.  I could
hardly turn her off."

The girl looked rueful a second.  "Now I guess she's scared to death.  She's
not a lesbian or anything, I don't think.  She just likes girls and guys
both.  But she's never been with a guy, so she's probably back in her room
worried that she's queer or something."

Brenda looked at her roommate questioningly.  "I'd better go see.  Okay?"

Courtney nodded.  "Sure," she said.  "It's okay.  We'll talk when you get
back."

Brenda smiled, gratefully, at her roommate.  "Thanks," she said, crawling
out of bed to slip into a robe of her own.  She stopped by Courtney's bed as
she passed.  "I really missed you, you know?" she said.  "Valerie's good.
But you're better."  Brenda bent down to place a long, deep, loving kiss on
the receptive mouth of her roommate, and then she padded off down the hall
in search of the runaway Valerie.

Courtney lay in her warm bed, thinking about how complicated her life had
become in just the past few weeks.  Not long ago she had been a relatively
inexperienced young girl.  Now she felt she was becoming a fully grown
woman, at the young age of nineteen.  She had experienced lesbian sex with
two women.  She had found out what it was like to enjoy sex with a more
mature woman, and with a mature man who really knew how to make love to a
woman the way it should always be done.

She had learned so much.

And... she was well on her way, in only her first year in art school, to
becoming a professional artist's model, and was already working with one of
the most famous painters in the country.

Courtney shook her dark curls, wonderingly, at all the remarkable things
that had happened to her recently, and felt truly happy.

Courtney's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the room's door opening
again.  Brenda was back, and she had the blonde Valerie with her, hand in
hand, drawing the hesitant-looking girl through the door after her.

"Come on, don't be silly," said Brenda, as she pulled the other girl into
the room and closed the door behind her.

Valerie stood looking even smaller than she actually was, her eyes darting
anxiously from one roommate to the other, her blue eyes too shy to meet
either of their glances, as she stood clutching her white terry robe about
her small frame.

"I told you, Courtney is okay," continued Brenda.  "She'll keep our little
secret.  Everything's fine."  Brenda looked over at Courtney, where she lay
in her bed, covered to her chin by the sheet and blanket.  "Court says
you're pretty," said Brenda, winking at her roommate, out of the other
girl's view.  "In fact, she says she thinks you're really hot!"

Valerie's blue eyes glanced doubtfully up at this remark.  Her blue eyes
touched Courtney's for an instant before glancing away and down again.

"She said she'd like to get a better look at you, though," said Brenda, her
eyes catching Courtney's now, with a look that said, play along with me and
you might get a surprise.

The young blonde looked up at Courtney again, as if to confirm her friend's
remark.  Courtney nodded slightly to the girl in response.

"I... I don't know..." the girl said, uncertainly.

"Oh, come on," said Brenda, exasperated.  "We're all girls here.  There's no
need to get all shy.  I'll bet Courtney would show you her body if you
wanted her to.  Right, Courtney?"

Courtney felt a rush of wicked excitement course through her system from her
brain to her suddenly moistening sex as she heard her roommate's suggestive
words, and impulsively, with scarcely a thought, she whipped away the sheet
and blanket that covered her reclining form to reveal herself, totally naked
before the startled eyes of the small blonde.

Valerie gasped as the body of Brenda's roommate came so suddenly into view.
She was clearly impressed.  She stood openly staring at Courtney with wide
eyes that drank in every inch of the vision before her with obvious relish.

Brenda decided to take things a step further at this point.  She said, "Why,
I'll bet Courtney would even let you look at her little cunt if you wanted
to."

Courtney took the hint and smiled.  Slowly, very very slowly, she pulled one
knee slightly upwards toward her chest, and the then slowly raised it,
parting her smooth thighs until the wet, pink flesh of her open vagina,
fringed by the closely trimmed dark curls of her bush, was presented before
the young blonde's astonished gaze.

Brenda took the opportunity presented by her friend's momentary distraction
to move around behind the girl and begin slipping the terry robe away from
the girl's soft shoulders.  It came away unheeded, and now young Valerie was
as nakedly exposed as was Courtney.

Brenda gave the paralyzed blonde a gentle push from behind that set her in
motion toward her reclining roommate, and Courtney, somehow anticipating
this development got quickly up from her bed in time to receive the blonde
girl with open arms, gathering the girl in and lowering her face to offer
the shorter girl a slow, deep, sensuous kiss on her sweet mouth, which
thrilled both young women, from the small goose bumps that instantly rose
upon the top of their heads, to the toes that curled shiveringly at their
feet.  Both young women felt a simultaneous rush of hot honey between their
naked thighs in an electric ripple that nearly amounted to a small orgasm.

Courtney and Valerie embraced tightly as their mutual kiss continued, and
Courtney felt the other girl's knee rise slowly, hesitantly, upwards, so
that her warm, wet little sex was pressing into Courtney's upper leg.

Meanwhile, Brenda was making some alterations in the furniture of the room.
She had pulled the mattress from her own bed and laid it out on the floor.
She tossed her two pillows onto the mattress, before turning to make the
same adjustments to Courtney's bed.  Brenda had to gently push aside the
hotly embracing couple to get at the other girl's bed, but a moment latter
both the two twin mattresses were lying side by side in the middle of the
room, effectively converting two single beds to one big double.

Brenda now approached her two embracing friends and entwined herself into
the tight love-knot as well.  Now there were three hot girls standing,
wrapped in each other's arms, the musky scent of their three moistened
vaginas blending together in a delicious perfume as sweet and as ancient as
the heart of life itself.

Mouths wandered about, tasting first one sweet set of lips and then another,
sipping at flickering tongues hungry for every ounce of the hottest passions
to come.

Which of the three girls was first to tumble down onto the makeshift bed
would be impossible to say, but within seconds their standing embrace became
a reclining one.There was no awkwardness whatsoever about the sensuous
maneuvers they set in motion there on the joined mattresses.  It was as if
the three had known each other forever, and had enjoyed this new three-way
lesbian combination from day one.

Courtney, her roommate Brenda, and Brenda's new friend Valerie, danced
together upon the mattress as smoothly and naturally as if the smallest
move, every slight twitch of arousal, had all been choreographed long ago.

Soon Courtney was sipping once again the dew at her roommate's sweet pussy,
her tongue flicking madly at the hot pink nub of the girl's trembling
clitoris, and in turn, Brenda's tongue was tracing the length of the
blonde-haired Valerie's trickling slit, causing the girl to wheeze and gasp
out her joy at such intimate attentions.

Only Courtney's hot little vagina remained unattended, but she found she
hardly missed these absent caresses.  For the moment, it was enough to coax
the fuzzy sex of her roommate into spasms of delight, and hear the like
results of Brenda's mouth upon Valerie.

The cute blonde was crying loudly already.  Meaningless words of endearment
and desperate encouragement tumbled from Valerie's unoccupied mouth, and out
of the corner of Courtney's eye she could see the girl's face contorted with
passion.

Courtney wondered whether she would be able to bring her roommate to a
climax first, before Brenda could do the same for Valerie, or whether the
gods would ordain for both excited young women to reach orgasm
simultaneously.  Then she wondered which of the two climaxed girls would
take it upon themselves to see to her, Courtney's, needs.

Her answer was soon in coming.  Valerie's entire body, flat against the
mattress, began to whip from side to side like a bull snake, her golden
tresses flailing back and forth like a riotous splash of fire, small tight
grunting cries quickly mounting into painful wails of tension, signaling
that an orgasm of tremendous proportions was not far away.

At the very same moment, Courtney renewed her attack upon the vulva of her
roommate, suddenly determined that young Valerie would not climax alone.

Beneath the moaning wails of the little blonde, Courtney began to hear the
keening cry of her roommate, Brenda, these vocalizations muffled somewhat by
the close press of Valerie's golden-fringed vulva against Brenda's mouth.

It seemed Brenda was having difficulty maintaining her hold on her own
emotions long enough to skillfully bring Valerie to the climax of hers.  The
taut hips of the girl, which Courtney held tightly down upon her straining
tongue, were now beginning to twitch and vibrate at the approach of her own
creamy come.

Then there were two, sharp, almost simultaneous cries, one from the
unoccupied mouth of the struggling Valerie, and the other bubbling up from
Brenda's mouth, which was still pressed into her blonde friend's spasming
vagina.

Valerie whinnied, her belly, cunt, and legs convulsing uncontrollably
against the bed.  Brenda's cries harmonized with Val's in chorus after
chorus, as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her sweet flesh, her
body a circuit touched with the live wire of Courtney's rapidly flicking
tongue, the coltish knees beating frantically against the mattress where she
knelt precariously above Courtney's face.

It went on and on.  Spurt after spurt of rich girl-cream welled from
Brenda's sweet sex and into Courtney's waiting mouth, where it was thirstily
swallowed up in eager anticipation of receiving even more.

Courtney looked again up beyond the climaxing girl above her to see the
blonde Valerie writhing and squealing with her own violent orgasm.  Once
Brenda raised her face from the steamy blonde-fringed pussy in order to drag
in a quick, gasping breath before crying out again in the frenzy of her
climax, and that instant Courtney saw a single, clear stream of Valerie's
own sweet cream come geysering out past her roommate's head, the only sweet
eruption of girl-honey that Brenda had missed.  Then Brenda's face was back
in position, her small wet mouth drinking up once again all the spurting
sweetness the other girl could give her.

Watching all this, experiencing it all, was nearly as pleasurable as
climaxing herself, Courtney realized, as she drank in the continuing gushes
her roommate was offering up.  The sense of control, the voyeuristic element
of watching two girls experience extreme sexual pleasure, thrilled her
almost as much as the intense orgasm she knew she would soon be having
herself.

Again, this was something new.  Courtney was learning more and more about
herself every day.

Courtney's two partners were now simmering down to the last few vibrating
tingles of their fading orgasms, slowly collapsing into positions of
scattered repose upon the double mattress.

Courtney decided she was excited enough by the activities so far to be able
to come all by herself.  So, without attempting to attract the attention of
the two climax ravaged young women, she closed her eyes against the bright
moonlight, which still flooded the dorm room, and began to go about
masturbating herself into orgasm.

Courtney felt her swelling pussy-lips open gratefully to meet her exploring
fingers, as she reached down to test the waters that bubbled there.  The
angry little bud of her aching clit seemed to stretch itself forth to meet
the single finger she stretched toward it, and flashing sparks of turquoise
and vermilion seemed to fly up from her juicy loins as the finger made sweet
contact.

Courtney cried out at the keenness of the feeling.  It was painful and
pleasurable all at once, as if at the point of strong orgasm someone had
touched the tip of her clit with sun heated metal.

Courtney's body writhed and squirmed, her gasping mouth drooling heedlessly,
as did her sex.  It was just so, so good.  Nothing was this good, nothing.
Nothing ever could surpass the shear screaming joy of a hot pussy when it
was right on the edge of exploding.  She could die... or she could go insane
from sheer delight, it would be all the same to her.

To die like this would be bliss.  And perhaps insanity, for a hot-blooded
girl like Courtney, would consist of one, eternal, never-ending climax,
leaving her orgasming her way through all her remaining years, strapped
wriggling and crying to a narrow bed in some asylum.  What could be more
beautiful, more perfect?

Suddenly, Courtney felt a new sensation against her dripping vagina.  It was
other fingers joining her own against her wet pussy lips and clit, and
Courtney knew without opening her eyes that one of the other girls had
noticed her at her private sex play and had decide to join in.

Courtney squirmed her trembling hips upwards toward the new sweetly
manipulating fingers.  There were so many of them!  More fingers than those
of three hands were blissfully toying with her there.  So both her two
bedmates must be at work on her delighted vulva.

Courtney gasped explosively, as one of the two girls' small fingers slipped
abruptly into Courtney's tight little behind.  Oh, that made her feel so
wild!  It felt as if she had two chants working themselves up to fire a
double-barrel climax that would blow her poor belly apart!

Now Courtney felt the deliciously teasing fingers withdraw from her cunt,
but before she could protest their removal, they were replaced by something
more incredibly wonderful than anything Courtney had yet experienced.

Two sweet girl-tongues were licking at her electrified pussy... at the same
time.

Courtney bleated raucously as her belly arched upwards, her back becoming a
trembling bridge, supported only by her heels and the back of her head, her
neck straining until the her spine crackled in protest.

Courtney remained frozen in this position, her toes curling, her eyes
rolling about in near panic at the unbelievable, unimaginable, indescribable
pleasure the dual stimulation of the two tongues was providing her.

No one, no human, could endure sure bliss for long.  Courtney had even
ceased to breath as felt the tension build, her throat emitting cat mews of
pleasure.  She held herself in the painfully arched position, waiting for
the explosion that would carry her home to orgasm.

The trigger to this explosion finally came in the form of a rapid in and out
motion of the small female finger that was still held within young
Courtney's tightly clenched anus.

Like a plunger setting off dynamite, the small intruding finger plunged
suddenly deeper into the Courtney's tender behind, again and again and
again, until a single bright spark of electric stimulation set off the
neurons at the base of the girl's brain, and Courtney Roberts came crashing
down into orgasm, like a condemned building being exploded from within.

Courtney wailed suddenly as both flicking female tongues ravaged her clit at
the same time, in rhythm to the rapid plunging of the violating finger.

Again and again and again, Courtney's taut young body, arched upward and
collapsed... arched upward... and collapsed... as she howled and screamed
and babbled hysterically, and bathed the cute faces of her twin female cunt
lappers with gush after spurting gush of her sweet female juices, subtly
mixed with the remnants of the muskier male cream that Paul Roper had
deposited there earlier that same night.























Chapter 8



The games between Courtney and Brenda and Valerie continued until nearly
sunrise the next morning, the three girls pairing off on an informal
rotating basis, with one dozing off into a light sleep as the remaining two
continued to stimulate each other into orgasm after orgasm, until all three
finally drifted off together, three sweaty, come soaked bodies scattered in
a mad tangle on the makeshift double bed.

It was shortly after ten Sunday morning when Courtney roused herself enough
to glance toward the clock.  She was instantly aware that she was starved,
and she prodded her two young bed partners awake and suggested they head for
the campus dining hall while breakfast was still being served.

Brenda and Valerie came awake slowly, only to glide immediately into each
other's arms to share a slow, sleepy kiss that soon had both girls moaning
into each other's mouths, both their pussies already afire with moist
invitation to prying fingers and flicking female tongues.Courtney had to
literally force the two clinging girls apart in order to keep yet another
extended session of lesbian lovemaking from spoiling all hopes of getting to
the dining hall on time.

Breakfast was wonderful.  Courtney could never remember being quite so
hungry.  The three girls filled their plates with some of everything on the
long buffet, and carried their heavy-laden plates to a far table so they
could talk without being overheard.

The three young women were giggly and restless throughout the meal, still
excited over the events of the previous night, and when Brenda explained to
Valerie about Courtney's modeling session earlier that evening with the
famous Paul Roper, the cute blonde was as eager as Brenda to hear Courtney's
report.

So Courtney told the two all about her visit to the home of the great
artist, the series of paintings he proposed doing with her, and the ectatic
sexual activity between the two that had capped the evening.

Brenda and Valerie pressed Courtney for the smallest details.  How many
times had Roper made her come?  Had he eaten her out as well as fucked her?
How big was the man's penis?  Had it hurt her when he slid it inside her
pussy?

Courtney had forgotten for a moment that her two young friends, while being
the same age as herself, were both still inexperienced virgins where men
were concerned.  The thought planted the germ of an idea in Courtney's head.
Something she would have to think about.

Throughout the breakfast, the easily sparked sexual excitement of the three
young women was more than apparent.  The smallest thing seemed able to trip
the little triggers between the three sets of wiggly young thighs.  A
particularly handsome young man in line at the buffet, or even an
exceptionally cute female student entering the hall, was enough to have the
three squirming restlessly in their seats.

By the end of the meal, young Valerie was even making lewd remarks about the
size and shape of a segment of polish sausage that remained uneaten on her
plate, and Brenda was turning the eating of a very ripe peach into an
obscene sexual performance by sensually darting her tongue into the squishy
heart of the fruit until her wickedly smiling face was drenched in sticky
girl juices.  The symbolism of this particular image was clear, and both
Courtney and Valerie could feel sympathetic twitches in their young vaginas,
as if Brenda's tongue were rooting and burrowing there instead of at the
drippy peach.

When Courtney and Valerie could stand this playful teasing no longer, they
rose from their chairs, leaving their breakfast trays on the tables where
they lay, and dragged the giggling Brenda from the dining room and down the
hallway to the ladies' rest room -- not the one closest to the dining room,
but to the one farthest away in a part of the building used for classes, and
that was usually vacant on Sundays.

As Courtney and Valerie pulled the other girl into the rest room, they
immediately began working together to pull the red sweatpants down past the
hips of the laughing, squealing girl.  When the sweatpants had been peeled
away, the cute silk panties of a lighter shade of red quickly followed, and
then Courtney was holding her playfully struggling roommate as the blonde
Valerie eagerly plunged her face into the already wet flesh of her
roommate's dark-fringed cunt.

Brenda squealed as she felt her friend's tongue thrust deeply into her hotly
throbbing young cunt.  Courtney continued to hold her roommate's arms pinned
behind her back, not to force Brenda into submission, but to keep the
delirious girl from falling.

Courtney found herself having to support the girl, as Brenda's feet rose
from the tile floor, her knees pulling upwards and her toes curling as she
twisted and wriggled under her other friend's cunt-licking assault.

Soon Brenda's legs were draped across Valerie's shoulders, as they gripped
desperately at the neck of the girl who was providing her with such intense
pleasure, her squeals turning rapidly to whining cries of tormented passion,
as the tongue of the petite blonde fired sparks of stabbing pleasure through
her eager young pussy.

Brenda's cries became panicked little grunts now, as her small body jerked
and wrenched in the combined embrace of her two friends.

Then, suddenly, a small tremor vibrated outward from the center of the young
woman's sex until her entire body was caught in its shivery undulation.  Her
body arched backward in Courtney's arms until her sweet young mouth, still
covered in the sticky syrup of the peach she had been so sensuously eating,
now stretched into a wide "o" gasping excitement, came within reach of
Courtney's own.  Courtney planted her lips upon those preferred, and
instantly the combined attentions of two hot young female mouths on opposite
ends of the tremblingly excited girl served as the needed force to send that
girl spinning into her climax.

Brenda squealed into the mouth of her roommate as, legs kicking and body
whipping like a fighting snake, she began her surrender to orgasm.

The blonde Valerie, her neck and face held in the spasming vise of the
climaxing girl's sweat-moistened thighs, continued valiantly to lick and
suck at her friend's throbbing clitoris and wet little vagina, as the girl
hit the frantic peak of a mind-wrenching orgasm.

Brenda suddenly broke away from Courtney's kiss, inhaled a long gasping
breath for ammunition, and then fired one fierce final shriek of passion, as
the power of her tongue-triggered orgasm crashed through her body one...
final... time.

A bleating nasal cry came from the depths of the blonde girl's soul.
Courtney looked down her roommate's body in time to see clear streams of the
girl's spurting juice spatter about Valerie's quickly working mouth and
tongue, and she could hear the blonde girl slurping up as much of the clear,
sweet honey as she could swallow.

Brenda was now sobbing helplessly in gratitude for the intense pleasures her
two friends had given her.

As Courtney slowly let her roommate down onto the white tile floor, the
girl's legs seemed to fail her, and her two friends had to carry her over to
a small vinyl daybed near the window of the rest room, where they then lay
her down to recover.

Brenda was still dressed only in her sweat suit top, and her sweet body,
still naked from the waist down looked beautiful in the slanting sunlight
coming in from the window.

Whimpering and sniffling softly, Brenda turned her face to the wall and
snuggled down with her smooth taut behind to her two friends, and it was
clear that she would need some time to recover her senses.

It seemed that Courtney and Valerie would now be left to their own devices,
at least for the time being, and as their gazes met it was all too clear how
that time would be spent.

It was Courtney who walked over to the rest room door and peeked out to make
certain that part of the building was still vacant.  Then she closed the
door again, and jammed a wooden doorstop she found, originally intended to
keep the door open while the custodian was cleaning, under the door from the
inside to keep it closed.  Then she turned again to face Valerie, who was
already undoing the drawstring of the khaki paratrooper pants she wore.

Courtney stepped forward to help the girl, her fingers mingling with those
of the cute little blonde until the small bow was undone and the cotton
pants were dropping past the girl's already trembling knees to puddle at her
ankles.

Courtney kissed the girl then, as they stood together there for a moment,
Courtney savoring the musky sweetness of the girl-honey that clung to
Valerie's lips, spurted there by Brenda's climaxing cunt a few moments
before.  It was sweet and spicy, and the taste sent waves of arousal down
through Courtney's quivering frame to center in on the small taut bud of her
aching clitoris.

Then Courtney allowed Valerie to kick away the fallen pants.  She saw that
the girl had been wearing nothing at all underneath and smiled.

Valerie started to unbutton the denim work shirt she wore, but Courtney's
hands moved to stop her.  She glanced toward the half-naked figure of their
sleeping friend lying a few feet away, and Valerie understood that Courtney
wanted her dressed the same way, her upper body covered and her lower body
alone open to lascivious caresses.

Courtney guided the girl over into one of the rest room stalls, pulled open
the stall door, and backed the girl inside until Valerie was seated upon the
lowered toilet seat.

Courtney had found herself remembering that day, which now seemed so very
long ago, when her instructor, Elizabeth, had conjured up the fantasy of
Courtney masturbating in the dorm rest room and being caught by her
roommate, who then proceeded to go down on her, eating her until she came
screaming.

Perhaps Courtney had wanted to live out that fantasy ever since, and
although the cute blonde was not her roommate, and it was she, Valerie, who
was now seated upon the toilet instead of Courtney, this would still be very
close to the scene Courtney had imagined.

Valerie sat there trembling, her hips angled instinctively forward in order
to better present her eager young pussy for the attentions she anticipated
Courtney would soon be devoting to it.

Courtney locked her gaze onto the trembling young woman seated before her,
their breathing, their very heartbeats, seeming to lock onto each other, so
that their bodies were pulsing and vibrating internally in tandem with one
another, in preparation of what was to come.  Their basic female selves
seemed to become one in their shared need for excitement, arousal, and
finally for orgasm.

Courtney slowly removed the "Freedale Arts Academy" sweatshirt she wore.
Her breasts were bare beneath, and Valerie gasped excitedly as the small
sweet mounds came into her view, the twin pink nipples hardening into
sharp-looking points, cherries resting upon small mounds of sweet cream.
Valerie's tongue unconsciously coursed along her lips at the tantalizing
sight.

Courtney placed the wadded sweatshirt upon the floor and then knelt down
upon the improvised padding directly before her seated friend.  She placed a
hand upon either knee of the seated girl, and gently pushed them apart,
separating the girl's trembling thighs until she was gazing directly upon
Valerie's drippy little cunt.

It was as beautiful as Courtney remembered it from the time she had spent
adoring this narrow groove of flesh the night before, only now, here under
the harsh florescent lighting of the ladies' room, the fine details of the
sweet slit were more easily distinguished.

A narrow, vertical groove of moist pinkness, vibrating as if with a life of
its own, separate from the other girl-flesh of which it was a part.  There
was a glistening of honey seeping from between the still joined inner lips,
a hint of the sweet cream that could come bursting outward from that hot
volcano mouth at the right provocation.

Now, before any direct stimulation had been offered, those pink lips
separated under Courtney's gaze, and a small, trickling spurt of female
syrup was ejected, as if to tempt the girl forward more quickly to give the
sweet pussy flesh the attention it so desperately desired.

Courtney leaned forward from where she knelt, and began kissing the inner
thighs of the seated blonde, beginning just behind the girl's trembling
knees.  Valerie's tan must have been very dark by the end of the preceding
summer, because it had not yet fully faded into the blonde's natural
paleness.

Courtney's lips brushed lightly across the fine golden peach fuzz that
covered the inner thighs of the girl like a sprinkling of light down, which
led inexorably to the somewhat fuller growth of golden tendrils at the
girl's closely trimmed bush.

Valerie had clearly kept her cute young pussy bikini-waxed through the
summer, so that the fine hairs would not peek from the edges of her swimsuit
bottoms, and she must have decided to keep her bush so groomed during the
winter as well.  The downy soft covering of curls looked neat and pretty,
and left the pouting lips of sweet young pussy clearly exposed.

Courtney could detect the faint musky scent of the girl's excitement, as her
kisses moved down Valerie's inner thigh toward the source of that
excitement.  But, nearly reaching the outer fringe of the girl's pussy
curls, Courtney drew her lips away suddenly, just as Valerie had been
expecting the next delicate kiss to be placed directly on the lips of her
aching cunt.

The girl whined in disappointment, her hips thrusting forward slightly, as
if forcing her eager sex into Courtney's retreating face.

Now Courtney began the entire ritual once more, this time starting her line
of kisses at the inside of the girl's other knee.  The small nipping kisses
came more slowly now, the progression towards the girl's trembling vulva
prolonged until the poor girl was writhing in her seat and whimpering
piteously.

"Oh... Courtney... please... please!" she cried in a tense small voice, just
barely audible to the girl who was torturing her with delayed anticipation.

Again the kisses stopped just short of the frantically wished-for mark,
changing direction to trail back up along the smooth surfaced girl-thigh,
causing the girl to ripple over into goose flesh from head to toe.  Courtney
now extended the soft point of her tongue to lick the bumpy field of flesh,
in long, trailing laps that drew whines of thrilled impatience from the
seated blonde.

Up and down... up and down... from knee to the crease of flesh linking thigh
to lower belly, Courtney licked again and again at the girl's tender skin
until poor Valerie actually began to cry sweet tears of pleasurable
frustration.

Courtney took pity on her new blonde friend then.  The next long, slow lick
of her tongue from knee to loins did not end there, but progressed right
into the center of the girl's pussy groove, her wetly extended tongue
burying itself into a full inch-and-a-half into the startled girl's cunt
channel.

The girl exploded, as the long wished for caress caught her off guard.

Valerie gasped and writhing on the closed toilet seat cover, as Courtney's
stiffened tongue plunged into her as yet inviolated pussy canal again and
again and again, until the girl was half mad with delight.

Words would not come to the ecstatic young woman.  Only indistinct,
babbling, gurgling squeals of pleasure frothed from between her sweet lips,
as spurts of her sweet, clear girl-honey burst forth from her lower lips and
onto Courtney's quickly drilling tongue.

Valerie cried out, her narrow hips doing a dance upon her seat that would
have been familiar to an anthropologist studying the female courtship dances
of primitive peoples, or to the naturalist wise in the mating rituals of
animals in the wild.

The primitive magic of Courtney's darting tongue had turned the relatively
inexperienced nineteen-year-old girl into a wildly uninhibited sexual
being... a true, natural female, in all her untamed passion and beauty... a
creature that for the moment existed for one purpose and one purpose alone:
the quest sexual release, for orgasm, by any means necessary.

Courtney sensed that Valerie's climax was not far away, that the tears the
young girl was now crying could be wiped away only by the balm of an orgasm
as intense and emotional as the build-up had been.

But at the exact second when she knew that one single swipe of her tongue
upwards against the throbbing nub of the girl's clit button would send the
girl rocketing into space for a truly earth-shattering climax... Courtney
withdrew her tongue and sucking lips from the girl's dripping vagina, and
sat back upon her haunches, staring the disappointed girl directly in the
eyes.

This was again something Courtney had learned from Elizabeth, but had yet to
put into practice... until now.

"You want to come now?" she asked the quivering blonde, matter-of-factly.

"Y... yes!" said the girl, when she could gain control of herself.

Valerie had been trembling on the very edge of an orgasm stronger than any
she had ever experienced, either by her own fingers or under the lips and
tongue of her friend, Brenda, or her new friend, Courtney.

Her pussy ached.  All her insides cried out for release.  She nearly reached
down with her own hands to tweak her little clitty into carrying her on over
the edge.  God, she would have masturbated in front of her own grandmother,
she was so hot!  But somehow she knew that if she left it up to the kneeling
girl before her, when her orgasm finally did come, it would be something
incredible!

"Y-yes," she repeated, with a soft sob.  "I... I want to come!  I want to
come so bad!"

"Does your little pussy want it now?  Does it, baby?" Courtney asked the
girl, a wicked smile hovering over her lips.

"Uh-huh!  It... it... hurts, Courtney!" the desperate blonde whined, her
hips continuing the rotating motion they had performed under Courtney's
licking tongue, as if the continued motion itself could draw the teasing
lips and tongue back home to the blonde-fringed sex.  "Oh... it hurts so
bad!"

Courtney pursed her lips, looking mockingly concerned.  "Aw... the poor
baby.  What does she want me to do?"

"P... please, Courtney!"

"Please what?"

"P... please... please...."

"Yes?"

"Oh, lick me!" the girl shouted suddenly.  "Lick me and suck me and eat me
and... make me come... now!"  It was a shriek of tortured desperation,
immediately followed by a torrent of tears as the seated girl seemed to fall
to pieces in the extremity of her frustration

Courtney decided she had gone far enough... too far perhaps... and took pity
upon the poor girl.  Once more her face plunged into the heart of the girl's
sweetly dripping sex, her tongue sinking into her spasming pussy channel as
deeply as it could reach, her upper lip pressing in to caress the small clit
bud in a way that  would certainly send the young girl exploding into a
mind-wrenching climax.

Valerie simply screamed.

Nothing... no pain, no pleasure, could have pulled such a sound from such a
small young woman.  It was a shriek of madness, torture, joy... of all the
pain and pleasure of life itself... all bundled into one explosive cry of
celebration and triumph.

Valerie was erupting with a force that rattled the fixtures throughout the
room, her body buckling and releasing, buckling and releasing, again and
again and again.

Courtney stayed with the girl every muscle-wrenching spasm, though the
abundance of the girl-honey that was exploding forth from Valerie's
convulsing cunt was nearly drowning her before she could swallow it all.

Spurt after long spurt of the rich creaminess gushed forth to fill her
sucking mouth again and again, and was soon sent gulpingly down to fill her
hungry belly with its precious sweetness.

And still the girl's orgasm had not run its course.  Valerie was now tearing
at her own hair with both hands, her eyes wild with unendurable passion and
delight.  The muscles of her body clenched again and again as she squealed
and cried, as if she were riding a roller-coaster that would never stop, her
bare feet dancing upon the white floor tiles as if they were as feverishly
hot as Courtney's mouth and tongue.

The intensity of Valerie's climax was even frightening to the girl herself.
She felt as if she was coming apart with the sheer force of it.  In the end
there would be nothing left of her but her still spasming pussy, and maybe a
few happy bits of flesh and bone.

Courtney continued her licking and sucking assault upon her cute blonde
friend, feeling the girl gather herself together for one final crashing fit
of ecstasy.

The young blonde became absolutely silent for the space of four or five
widely spaced heartbeats... her mouth working soundlessly, her eyes wild
both with fear and anticipation... then she burst into a last, bone-cracking
frenzy of convulsions that drew a long, eerie, keening cry from her sobbing
lips that curled the very toes of the licking girl kneeling between her
knees.

She wailed, a fresh gush of cunt honey boiling from the well of her spasming
pussy mouth and into the waiting mouth of Courtney, who gratefully swallowed
again and again and again.

Gradually, the girl quieted down to soft little sobs, sobs of gratitude for
the unbelievable joys her dark-haired friend had brought to her.

Courtney suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.  It was Brenda, standing in
the cubicle doorway just behind the kneeling girl.

"I think we'd better help her," Brenda said, softly, indicating Valerie, who
had slumped into unconsciousness upon the toilet seat cover, and suddenly
appeared in some danger of falling to the floor.  "I don't think she'll be
able to walk after that one.  Let's get her back to the dorm.  And then,"
the girl said with a smile.  "Then... I'll take care of you."





And Brenda did take care of Courtney.  And Courtney "took care" of Brenda.
And then the two did each other twice again, finally awakening the exhausted
Valerie with the frenzy and noise of their shouting, wrestling climaxes upon
Courtney's narrow bed.  And then Valerie, who was not so very exhausted it
seemed, join in again as well, and all three girls were twisting and
writhing in one shared orgasm after another throughout that long Sunday
afternoon.























Chapter 9



A few weeks later Elizabeth again asked Courtney to stay after class, this
time to ask the girl if she knew any of her friends who might like to pose,
as amateur models, as part of the project Courtney was working on with Paul
Roper.

Courtney immediately thought of her two friends, Brenda and Valerie, and
said she just might know two girls who would be willing to help out.  She
told her instructor that she would ask them, and let her know what they
thought of the idea.

Of course, Elizabeth added, they would not necessarily have to "perform"
exactly as Courtney herself had.  Courtney understood what the woman was
saying.  Her two friends would not have to play at sex games with the
artist, simply pose for him.

Courtney nodded to the woman, but the idea had sparked other possibilities
in the girl's precocious mind, including a possibility she'd been
considering for quite some time.

She hurried back to the dorm to test her idea on her two female friends.

Courtney, Brenda and Valerie had been regular bed-mates for several weeks
now.  Their shared dorm room (Valerie having all but abandoned her own room
to spend most of her nocturnal hours in Courtney and Brenda's) had turned
into an orgy house of lesbian lovemaking, sometimes on an almost
twenty-four-hour basis.

The room was becoming the talk of the entire dorm, as the exciting sounds of
female-only sex came clearly through the thin door, sometimes even echoing
down the hallway into other suites, so that now most of the girls on their
floor were quite aware of the threesome's bedtime activities.

Sometimes, when one of the girls was passing along to the shower room, she
would catch one of her dorm mates looking curiously at her, as if wondering
at the strange and forbidden pleasures her sister was experiencing nightly
in the arms of one of her two female pals.

Sometimes inside the shower room she would notice some girl stepping out of
her robe before she stepped into a shower stall, so that she gave Courtney a
quick, flashing look at her naked body, shyly teasing her with a brief
glimpse of a tight curvy behind or a pair of hardened pink nipples.  What
would these little shower teasers do if Courtney were to simply follow her
into the stall and take her nakedly into her arms.

Courtney had come to realize that most any of these girls would be hers for
the asking.  She had but to meet any of their curious gazes with a
challenging look of her own and a fresh, cute young cunny would be open to
her tongue, begging to be shown the forbidden thrills of lesbian love.

Courtney knew that she herself had been curious about female-to-female
fucking for quite a while before she had been coaxed into actually trying
it.  It made her all hot and bothered to think of all the snugly young
girlflesh running around that dorm, just waiting for an experienced young
woman like herself to initiate them into the world of sex, female style.

Courtney found herself licking the sweetness of imaginary pussy cream from
her lips as she opened the door of her dorm room to find her roommate and
friend going at each other once again.

This time it was Valerie lying flat out on her bed, as Brenda worked her
eager tongue at the dark-haired girl's dripping pussy slit.  Valerie's
blonde head was making a continuous circular motion between Brenda's widely
spread thighs.  Brenda's hands clutched at the hastily tossed aside bed
sheets, as she scrunched up her pretty face, biting her lower lip and trying
not to scream.

Courtney shook her head in amused wonder.  How did these two manage to pass
their classes?  It seemed they never studied anymore, but spent all their
time rooting away in each other's pussy.

Courtney herself had to admit spending too much time at similar amusements
of late, but at least she knew when to say, enough.  She had kicked the two
other girls out of her bed more than once over the past few weeks, just so
that she could get some rest, and she'd had to sneak away to the library
most afternoons just to get in some quality study time.

Trying to study in her own room was now as difficult as trying to remain
celibate in a whorehouse.  Courtney would be working away diligently at her
class assignments, when the intruding sounds of two hotly fucking young
ladies across the room would get her own poor pussy so worked up she'd just
have to toss her books aside and dive into bed along with the copulating
couple.  And by the time three shared orgasms had calmed the three down a
bit, Courtney would be too exhausted to study any more that night.

"Don't you two ever stop?" Courtney asked the orally engaged pair, as she
closed the door behind her and placed her books on her bedside table.

"Mmmmmmph," said Valerie, her response muffled by the pussy she was busy
eating.

Brenda was clearly beyond all words for the moment, for instead of
responding to Courtney's teasing question she reared up under Valerie's
tonguing attack and began to bubble over into orgasm.

"Oh! Court!" the dark-curled young woman shouted, as she drew her widely
spread knees upward and reached both hands down to tangle her fingers in the
golden curls of her frantically licking friend and press her sweet face
deeply into her fiercely churning vagina.

She cried again -- three sharp shrieks of joy, as her body bucked and
twisted violently against the bed.

Finally, Courtney watched her roommate recover herself, the girl's eyes
focusing on Courtney for the first time since she'd entered the room.

"Wh... when did you come in?" Brenda asked, breathlessly, still flushed from
her consuming come.

"A minute ago," replied Courtney.  "Although, I don't suppose it matters.
You two left the door unlocked again, you know.  Anyone could have walked in
here while you were two were going at it."

"Any girl, you mean," said Brenda, laughingly.  "No guys allowed here in the
girl's dorm.  That would lead to sex between students.  And we can't have
that."

Valerie spoke up now, her face all wet and shiny from her friend's recent
spurtings.  "I think Brenda wants one of the other girls to walk in on us
some time, so they could join us."

"And they would, too," declared Brenda, defiantly.  "You two have seen the
way the girl look at us lately.  They know what's going on, and they'd like
to join in, if they only had the balls."

"You mean, the tits!" laughed Courtney.  "And speaking of joining in, I have
a proposition for you guys.

And that was how Courtney, Brenda and Valerie came to be at Paul Roper's
home the following Friday evening, the two new girls giggling with nervous
excitement as their more experienced friend showed them where to hang their
clothes after entering the great artist's studio.

Courtney was proud of her two friends, as they masked their shyness by
stripping out of their clothes without showing any hesitation whatsoever.
She knew the two were frightened.  It amazed Courtney to think how ordinary
it was now for herself, this offering up of her nakedness to another's eyes.
It was an everyday occurrence for her now, as natural as waking up in the
morning between two moistly excited females had become.

Brenda and Valerie stood awkwardly for a moment after removing the last of
their clothes and hanging them upon the studio clothes tree, not knowing
what they were expected to do next.  Courtney, stripped to the skin herself,
motioned her friends over to the stage area, where three straight-back,
wooden chairs had been placed side-by-side in front of the wide velvet
backdrop.

Three hotly shining spotlights had been trained upon the three chairs, and
the wooden seats were warm to the three soft female behinds that now
arranged themselves there.

Courtney was by now used to the feel of the smooth, hard wood beneath her
bare behind, but for Brenda and Valerie it was another strange, new
experience.  While both girls had been astounded by Courtney's stories of
modeling nude, first before her art class, and then later for the male
artist, Paul Roper, they were even more amazed to find themselves now doing
such things themselves.

Courtney watched her two friends, now seated on either side of her, and
tried to gauge their reactions.   She decided the plan they had all three
agreed upon would work out just fine.  She'd decided not to say anything to
Paul about this plan of theirs.  It was Courtney's intention to surprise the
artist, a surprise that must wait for just the right moment.

"Now," said Roper, as he briskly entered the room, not yet turning to look
at his three models.  "I hope Courtney has filled you girls in on what we do
here.  I simply need to make some preliminary sketches for a multi-character
piece Courtney and I are doing.  A piece that will feature..."

Roper broke off suddenly, as he came around to face the three naked young
women.  The sight of the three naked forms seemed to overwhelm him for an
instant.

"That... that will feature," he stutteringly continued.  "Three young
women... friends... together in a bedroom."  Roper seemed to lose himself
for a moment in the scene before him.

Courtney sat there in the center of the three chairs, her figure well enough
known to him by now.  To her left sat Courtney's roommate, the dark
brown-haired, brown-eyed Brenda, looking cute innocent under the hot
spotlight, knees already parted slightly in a natural pose, looking shy, but
eager to please.

And to Courtney's right sat a little blonde vision.  Valerie had combed out
her flowing blonde curls until they were a cascade of gold upper her soft
shoulders.  Eyes of perhaps the most piercing blue Roper had ever seen
peeked out from beneath short, golden bangs in front, looking shyly out at
Roper with a look that Roper decided was more nervous excitement than
apprehension.

Amazingly, the petite Courtney seemed the most voluptuously developed of the
three.  Roper knew without doubt that this particular part of the project
would a success beyond what he had hoped for.

Roper found his voice again somehow and asked, "Has, uh... Courtney
explained the scene we are trying to present?"

Both new girls nodded, enthusiastically, as Courtney said, "I told them all
about it, Paul... I mean, Mr. Roper.

"Paul's fine, for both you and your friends," Roper said, smilingly.  "Now,
we can proceed if you're all ready."

Courtney spoke up, making the first move toward putting the girls' secret
plan for the evening into action.  "Maybe the girls would be more
comfortable if I set the scene for them, if that's okay with you."

Roper considered a moment before saying, "Sure.  That should work out fine.
Courtney, you guide your friends through the scenario we've been working on,
and if I have any suggestions, I'll just jump in when the come up, all
right?"

Three nodding heads confirmed the arrangement, and Courtney began by telling
her flanking friends to close their eyes and concentrate upon what she was
about to say.

"The paintings we've been working on are a study of an innocent young
woman's first experience of sex... through... masturbation."

Roper saw no reaction of any kind from Brenda or Valerie at this revelation.
Unbeknownst to him, Courtney had rehearsed some of this scene with the girls
earlier, and, of course, Roper had no idea about three openness the two
girls had developed with their young friend after sharing their wet pussies
with one another for many delightfully long weeks.

"We have already worked on the paintings showing the girl figuring out how
to make herself climax," Courtney continued.  "Now Paul wants to do a couple
showing how the girl shares what she learns with two of her friends.  You
two gals play the two friends.

"Now... what we're going to do... is pretend to masturbate, as Paul makes
some sketches he'll use to base the actual paintings on alter on.  Okay?"

Brenda and Valerie silently nodded their ascension, their eyes remaining
closed.

"Okay," said Courtney.  "Let's start."

Roper watched with something akin to awe, as three pretty young women, one
blonde, one brunette, and his original black-haired beauty, shifted their
knees apart to expose their tender young cunnies to the pleasurable caresses
of their own sweet fingers.

As if as one, three right hands moved down into the closely trimmed bushes
and the delicate flesh that waited elbow.  Index fingers hesitated not a bit
as they actively sought out the pea-sized nubs that were at the very heart
of female pleasure.  Three fingers teased the shy little nubs into the open,
and Roper could already see the trickle of moisture that was gathering at
the sweet openings below, in blissful anticipation of the caresses to come.

And all the while, Courtney softly and quietly led the self-stimulating
activities with very specific oral instructions to the girls, describing in
the finest detail the course of those gently prodding fingers and the
reaction these fictitious females were experiencing.

Paul Roper had note expected such ready cooperation from girls who had no
experience whatsoever with modeling, and for a moment or two her was so
astounded at the willingness the two amateurs were showing that he even
forgot to pick up his sketch pad.

But soon, Roper was sketching away at his accustomed pace, Courtney
occasionally peeking through a single slitted eye to see that all was going
well and according to the girls' plan.

It was not long later that Courtney instructed her two friends that the
three masturbating young women were now about to achieve orgasm.  Three taut
behinds wriggled in tortured delight upon the wet surfaces of their chairs,
as all three young women began to frantically frig at their hungry little
clits in earnest.

It was as if the two new girls had been quietly holding themselves back
until their friend had given them word of permission for their orgasms to
come on, because both gave a small cry of relief, even before their climaxes
had fully begun.

All three young women were twisting about on the wooden chairs, index
fingers a blur between their legs, as they desperately pursued their joint
self-induced fulfillment.

Brenda was the first to reach her goal.  Her head flung abruptly back in her
chair, and a howl of primitive pleasure and relief came from her strainingly
opened mouth, as she writhed and bucked out her climax, heels heedlessly
drumming against the polished wood floor beneath her as spurt after spurt
rocketed out from her orgasming sex to splash against her quickly frigging
fingers, which sprinkled the clear, sweet droplets all around her.

She gave a pitiful whining cry, like that of a child about to throw a fit at
not getting a much desired piece of candy.  It was Valerie, her knees
pulling upward against her chest, toes curling and eyelid fluttering, as her
body slowly contorted to meet her own on-coming crashing climax.

She grunted, then squealed, as her bare bottom bounced roughly upon the
wooden chair seat, as waves of girlcome coursed suddenly through her brain,
racking her sweet young body with pleasures nearly too intense to endure.

Another splash of female juice spattered the surrounding floor, as the
ripples of Brenda's exploding cunt spasms radiated through her small frame
again and again and again.

Now it was Courtney alone who remained un-orgasmed.  She stared straight
into the glowing eyes of Paul Roper, who had found himself frozen and unable
to continue with his drawings at the very first sign the girls were reaching
climax, and smiled a smile that was wise, and knowing, and surprisingly old
for someone of just nineteen years of age.  The thought crossed Roper's mind
for a second that it was the eyes of Elizabeth Duprey, Freedale Academy art
instructor, that looked out from Courtney's face.

Then the strange image was gone, as Courtney closed her eyes once more, and
began striving to join her two female friends in the orgasmic bliss they had
already achieved.

Courtney used the fingers of her left hand to separate the delicate inner
lips of her pussy, so that her almost painfully throbbing little clitoris
would be open for abuse.  She had held herself back with some difficulty
until now, wanting to maintain her control over the situation as long as
possible, so that she could be certain that events proceeded as planned.

Now she needed to come so badly she could not have held herself back if
someone had threatened her with death if she came.  In fact, she felt she'd
die if she didn't come... and come right now!

"Hmmmm," she whimpered, shortly, her flicking finger making a rapid, sharp
snicking sound against her slippery clitoris.

Then she was in heaven.  A blue flash seemed to explode inside her head, as
a powerful orgasm erupted everywhere at once.  It was as if her small sex
wasn't big enough to hold such an orgasm, so she was coming all over.  She
felt her eyes exploding, her belly contracting as if she were in childbirth.
She felt the top of head lift away as her very soul seemed to come and come
and come.

She must have cried aloud... over and over and over again... but she didn't
hear herself utter a sound.  She was gone.

Then, her self-induced climax finally fading, Courtney remembered the girls'
special plan for the evening, and, somehow, she fought her way back from
unconsciousness in time to carry the plan to its next logical step.

Somehow finding her voice, Courtney breathlessly continued her narration of
the fictional story of the scene.  "The... the three virgin girls... have
made themselves... come..." she said, struggling to get her wind.  "But...
it isn't enough."

What was Courtney doing, Roper wondered.  There was no story beyond the
point of the girl's masturbation session.  That was the end, the last
painting in the series was to be a view of the three exhausted young girls,
drifting off to sleep after their mutual masturbatory orgasms.  What was
Courtney doing carrying the story forward?

His answer came soon enough.

"It isn't enough," continued Courtney, looking from side to side at her
flanking girlfriends, nothing that they appeared to have recovered their
senses somewhat, and were aware that the time for their planned surprise for
Paul Roper had come.

"The three virgin girls... need more," said Courtney, turning now to look
directly at Roper.  "They need... a man."

Roper was flabbergasted.  Did Courtney mean... did she mean that her two
friends actually were virgins?  And that she wanted he, Paul, to...?

Courtney confirmed his realization with her very next words.  "They need
you, Paul," she said, her shimmering eyes locked to his own.  "Will you help
them?"

It had been Courtney's idea, at first, but Brenda had gone for it the moment
Courtney had sprung it on her.  And Valerie had been talked into it all very
easily, as soon as it was clear that Brenda was in on it, and that all three
girls would be present when the great event occurred.

Now the time for that event had arrived, and both virgins were eager to be
virgins no longer.  First Brenda, then Valerie, slipped out of the chairs on
either side of the still seated Courtney, and turned to present their bare
backsides to the astonished artist.  Kneeling now, and bending over at the
waist, both girls leaned forward to rest their elbows upon the smooth wooden
chair seats, now soaked with their own puddled girl-honey, and waited for
the hard male member that would soon thrust them into full womanhood.























Chapter 10



Paul Roper dropped his sketch pad and charcoal stick to the floor, and
stepped forward awkwardly as Courtney rose from her chair to meet him.

"They've both been dying to fuck you ever since I told them how good you
were," Courtney said, glancing at her roommate on her right, and Valerie on
her left, both young women still kneeling on the polished hardwood floor,
elbows resting against the wooden seats of their chairs, butts aimed
provocatively towards Roper as they looked backward at him from over their
shoulders.

The brown-haired Brenda looked excited and breathless, her hips moving
slightly as if the lubrication at the crack separating those taut young
muscles -- the sweet lubrication from her recent masturbatory orgasm -- made
it impossible to keep them still.  The petite Valerie looked more nervous
than anything else, but a closer examination would have revealed the wet
trickle of clear female honey dripping slowly down between her own parted
rear cheeks, indicating a high degree of aroused anticipation of her own.

"And, Paul," Courtney added.  "They really are virgins."

Roper hesitated when her heard this, looking questioningly at Courtney.  The
girl smiled, reassuringly.  "Brenda and Valerie are both nineteen.  They're
adults.  And now they're ready to be made women."

Courtney stepped into Roper's arms, burying her hot tongue in his ear.  "Do
it for them," she whispered, softly.  "They want it.  They want it so bad.
And I want them to have it from the best."

Her insistent mouth kissed downwards from his ear until it pressed
emphatically against his lips, her tongue seeking out his own, as her hands
reached for the snap at the waist of his jeans.  A second or two later, when
their kiss was broken, Courtney knelt at Roper's feet to pull the blue denim
down past his knees to his ankles.  He was naked beneath, and his large cock
swelled into rigid attention almost as soon as it was released.

As Roper shrugged off his paint spattered blue cotton work shirt Courtney
helped him out of his jeans.  She pushed them away with one hand while
taking the long shaft of his hard shaft into her other.  She used her thumb
and forefinger to gently pinch open the small opening at its tip, and she
licked her lips thirstily as a small bead of clear sap that squeezed forth
to greet her.  Her tongue came forward without hesitation to flick away the
sweet droplet, the sensation causing a groan of quick excitement from Roper.

"I want you to fuck them, Paul," said Courtney, clearly, so that both the
kneeling, waiting girls could hear her.  "I want you to fuck them like you
never fucked a girl before.  I want to make them scream and come and cry,
all at the same time.  Will you do that for me?  Huh?  Will you?"

Roper realized that if the girl didn't stop talking like this he would
simply erupt right in her face, and then he wouldn't be able to fulfill her
request at all for a while.  His fears were made even more urgent when
Courtney suddenly punctuated her request by swooping her hot little mouth
down upon his aching cock, causing it to jerk to an even tauter stiffness.

But Courtney seemed to sense the man's extremity of excitement, and, having
given the ridged shaft a quick, firm up-and-down stroke within her tight
mouth, she pulled back away before carrying her oral attentions too far, and
stood up to kiss him once more full upon the mouth.

"Who's gonna' be first?" she asked him, pulling away and turning to face her
two kneeling friends.

Brenda answered for him, however, with a desperate-sounding cry.  "Me!
Please, me!  I can't wait!  My pussy is so hot, it's droolin'!"

"So it is," commented Courtney, smiling at her roommate's unrestrained
passion, and noting the extreme wetness flowing from the narrow opening of
her roommate's sweet small sex.  "I guess Brenda gets to go first.  Is that
okay with you, Valerie?"

The cute blonde nodded, silently, still looking a trifle unsure at what was
about to happen.  She wasn't backing out; she just didn't necessarily want
to be the first to have her virginity swept away this night.  She was
anxious to ride the roller-coaster, but she didn't want to sit in the very
first car.

Courtney nodded.  "Then it's settled.  Ready, Brenda?"

"Yes!" the brown-haired girl sobbed, her hips again doing a frantic
involuntary dance, this time causing a clear eruption of pussy cream to
trickle forth in her blissful anticipation.  "Please!  My pussy itches so
bad for his hard cock!  Oh, it's about to make me scream!"

"Okay," said Courtney, turning again to Roper.  "She's all yours, Paul.  But
don't come inside her," she reminded him.  "Remember, you've got double duty
tonight."  Courtney glanced toward the kneeling Valerie, now second in line,
who flushed and dropped her eyes at the remark.

Courtney reached forth a hand to draw Roper into position behind her
kneeling roommate, Brenda's trembling bottom cheeks now shivering with
expectation.  Hands pressed upon his strong, bare shoulders, Courtney guided
him into a kneeling stance behind virgin number one.  He placed his own
hands upon the proffered hips, as Courtney reached forward to align the long
shaft of his now painfully erect penis with the waiting girl's dripping
cunt-channel, placing the plum-colored head right up against the soft
opening.

Brenda hissed sharply, as the tip of the hard missile pressed at her wet
pussy mouth, and a small tremor ran through the girl as she awaited the
inevitable.

Roper, his cock now properly positioned for attack, looked up at Courtney as
if waiting her signal.  Courtney gave it with a quick, slight nod, and
instantly afterward, Roper plunged the entire length of his raging hardness
deep into Brenda's hot cunt.

Brenda squealed suddenly, as her entire body was propelled forward against
the wooden chair seat, the shock absorbed by her bracing arms.  She was
astounded by the rushing sensation the single, hard, male plunge had caused.
There was no pain, no pain at all.  Just a huge explosion of fiery pleasure
throughout her entire young body.  It was as if a lighted signal flare had
been shoved up inside her, the hot, bright flames shooting deep into her
no-longer-virgin cunt again and again and again.

Roper held himself deep within the vibrating, pulsing clasp of the girl's
freshly penetrated young sex, as the Brenda dragged in a huge whoosh of air
to replace the wind that the first initial thrust had knocked from her young
body.  Then the girl let out every bit of that air in a single, long, loud
cry to the heavens.

Brenda's hands came around the wooden chair to clutch madly at the middle
rungs of its ladder back, her knuckles turning instantly white with the
force of her grasp, as if she were desperately trying to hold onto her
sanity.

Then all thought of control was blasted away, as Roper withdrew his huge
cock shaft to begin plunging in and out of the girl with a frantic rapidity.

Brenda's very first, genuine, fucking climax began an instant later, as the
intensity of her first cherry-burst screech was eclipsed by the rhythmic
cries of ecstasy that followed.  Each time Roper's pistoning penis sank into
her hot channel, each time that plunging shaft slammed into the velvet wall
at her newly opened cunt's very bottom, the young woman shivered and cried
out anew, as another and still another wave of orgasm echoed through her
brain, sending her catapulting from one pleasurable peak to the next.

Brenda felt as if all her insides had come apart, as if her poor inner pussy
had been pounded into a mushy mess of bare nerve endings, all crying out at
once in unbelievable, agonizing pleasure.  It was a pleasure only a woman, a
real woman, could know.

None of Brenda's previous orgasms, whether the result of the work of her own
promiscuous fingers or the fingers and tongues of her two female dorm mates,
had prepared her for the convulsive thrills she felt now, under the assault
of a truly magnificent male sex.

Tears of joy coursed down her sweet face as her cries rose up another
octave, Paul Roper pounding into her all the while, the sharp, wet smack of
male hips into female behind sounding again and again.

Meanwhile, Valerie watched from her similar kneeling position close by, her
wide blue eyes staring incredulously at the violent coupling her friend was
hysterically enjoying.  Standing next to her, Courtney noticed the girl's
consternation and decided to intercede, lest the girl lose her nerve.

Brenda didn't seem to notice -- her sparkling blue eyes were busy drinking
in the pleasurable pounding the girl on the other chair was receiving -- as
Courtney knelt down behind the still out-thrust buttocks.  Taking the blonde
girl's hips in her hands to steady them, Courtney lowered her face and
placed her mouth hungrily against the glistening wet lips of the girl's
sweet pussy.

The girl yelped at the unexpected contact, the sudden, direct stimulation
apparently enough to trigger the orgasm that had been trembling on the edge
of ignition.

Brenda was going wild now, as Courtney's tongue began to course along the
delicate pink ridge of the girl's sweet pussy flesh.  The glistening lips
seemed fully as sensitive as the trembling clit, each small movement of
Courtney's tongue anywhere on Brenda's pussy causing convulsive inner
spasms, signaled by high, piercing cries of excruciating delight.

Courtney angled a gaze toward her employer, who was still forcefully
pounding at Brenda nearby, and saw that the girl was gathering herself
together for a final orgasmic eruption that would probably finish her off,
at least for a while.  The regular squeaking cries that punctuated each of
Roper's deep thrusts were growing progressively higher in pitch, building
towards a climax that would crown the man's effort with a deep, vaginal
orgasm like the girl had never before experienced.

A second later, it was there.  Brenda's cries ceased suddenly altogether,
her entire body flopping about on the chair as if she were soundlessly
seeking something, or trying desperately to escape some dreaded, horrible
fate.  And then... the girl... froze... as whatever she had seen
irresistibly approaching had abruptly arrived.

Brenda's eye's rolled back into her head, as her eyelids came fluttering
down.  Her bare knees began a shuddering staccato dance upon the polished
hardwood floor, which ended as one long, loud, final shriek forced itself
from between the girl's tightly clenched teeth to echo around the high walls
of the studio.

Courtney, who was busily being eaten out from behind seemed distracted
momentarily by her friend's piercing cry, and Courtney knew instinctively
that she should try to bring the girl back before Valerie had time to become
frightened by the fact that she, herself, would be ridden next.

Not that any such fears would have mattered though.  Young Valerie had
become so hotly aroused by this point that nothing could have kept her
virginal longer than a few minutes more.  If Roper had refused her at this
point, the girl would probably have done the job herself with one of his
larger paint brushes.

But Courtney had to be certain.  In order to call the girl safely back into
herself, Courtney drew a single index finger up through the girl's wetly
gushing pussy, to the small, tight rose of the girl's behind... and then
pressed the finger home.

Courtney had to wrap her free arm about the girl's narrow waist in order to
keep her from rocketing off her chair.   Valerie squealed and wriggled and
shook so that Courtney wasn't sure that even Roper's hard cock in her virgin
pussy could initiate much greater reaction.  Maybe Valerie was a girl who
needed a man's cock somewhere else than in her pussy.  Maybe she needed it
here, in her tiny, puckered little bottomhole.

Courtney didn't have time now to consider this possibility, for at that
instant Paul Roper was by her side, motioning her out of the way.  Courtney
reluctantly removed her tongue from her blonde friend's sweetly spasming
sex, but waited until the very last second before withdrawing her finger
from the girl's sweet ass.

Finally, Courtney's finger slipped from Valerie's orifice above, at the very
instant that Paul Roper's long, hard shaft slide home in the girl's wet
honey hole below.

Valerie's blonde head shot up as her dripping vagina was abruptly filled for
the first time in her life.  Courtney thought she heard the creaking of her
straining joints, as the girl became stiffly arched and a moment before
erupting with a triumphant cry of, "Yes!"  A single word, prolonged into an
up-bending note of a high, warbling shriek of pure, painful delight.

Then the body of the cute blonde was everywhere at once, her flailing hands
attempting to climb the lungs of the chair's ladder back, her knees and feet
scrambling as the polished floor beneath her, as her body whipped about
wildly.  She only became somewhat more stable when Paul withdrew his rod of
flesh... and plunged it forward once again.

Valerie cried out, kicking now no longer possible as her legs seemed to
collapse beneath her, her entire weight now supported only by her elbows
against the wooden chair seat and the steel-hard cock mounted firmly in her
tightly clenched pussy from behind.

The petite blonde began squealing with each of Roper's powerful thrusts.
Courtney couldn't tell for certain whether the girl was crying out in pain
or in pleasure until she heard the girl cry suddenly, "Fuck me, oh, fuck me,
yes!"  Then Courtney knew that her young friend was, indeed, experiencing
the greatest pleasures a female could enjoy.

Courtney looked from Valerie, quaking blissfully under the violent thrusts
of Paul Roper, to Brenda, lying in satisfied exhaustion by her chair where
she had fallen, and felt a genuine warmth at having been here to witness and
to welcome her two "sisters" into the world of true womanhood.

Courtney stirred herself to rummage quietly among the materials scattered
about one of the nearby tables until she came up with a pad of rough paper
and a stick of new charcoal.  Then she seated herself once more before the
tableau of exhausted, satiated naked flesh that was Valerie and Paul and
Brenda.

Slowly she began to sketch.







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