Sorry Professor, My mistress called and I have to go. Thank you for a most wonderful evening. Your reputation is well deserved. Olga
I smiled as I headed for the shower, rather proud of myself for being able to keep up with such a young, exuberant, and imaginative lover. As I ran the water, I looked down at my well used, but ready member; I recalled her lavishing kisses on my cock, leaving bright red lipstick marks on the crown, where she kissed it and on the base where she throated it. The lip print on the crown was nearly gone, washed away by our combined lovemaking fluids, but the ring around the base was pretty much intact. I hesitated before lathering up and washing it off, wondering when, or if, I would get to experience her again.
A short time later, I entered the classroom. There, in a semi-circle were six desks. They appeared to be leftovers from the sixties, tubular steel frames, open fronts, plastic seats with backs and a large oak writing surface. As I walked in the banter among the girls silenced immediately. They all sat up, ramrod straight. All were wearing what reminded me of Catholic school uniforms; white blouses, loose neckties, white knee socks and plaid skirts, cut just above the knee. The only differences between the six were hair color and style, and panties. All of the girls sat with their knees apart, giving me a perfect view up their skirts.
“My name is Professor Kearns. I have been brought here to teach you English. Not just so you can speak and understand the language, but so no one can tell where you are from. You will speak in English to me and only in English, both in class and out. Is that understood?”
In unison, all six answered, “Yes Professor.”
I took a moment to look at each girl, asking their names; Anastasia, Katerina, Marija, Petra, Ivana, and Oona. Anastasia, or Ana as she preferred, wore her medium brown hair short. An almost masculine face topped a very feminine body. I couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like naked and it tented my pants. Katerina was short, blonde, what one would call pleasingly plump. Her bright red lips promised a lot of fun in the months ahead. Marija was tall, almost gangly, with her black hair pulled up in a French braid. Petra had shoulder length red hair, a very pretty face, and was completely unshaven below. I could see numerous orange hairs peeking out from her panties as she sat there, her legs splayed, as she smiled knowingly and staring at the expanding bulge in my pants. Next to her was Ivana. She was blonde, big breasted, and bra-less, her nipples threatening to poke holes in her blouse. Last in line was Oona, a virginal looking strawberry blonde who looked all of sixteen. Somewhat awkward and extremely shy, she seemed to not fit in with the other girls.
After a moment’s reflection, wondering which one I would take back to my quarters, I got down to business. I was here to teach these girls American idioms and how to rid themselves of European accents, not an easy task. The girls took to it well, were enthusiastic and, it would seem, quick learners. We broke for lunch and all went to the cafeteria together, sitting at a round table. Marija sat to my left, and Ivana to my right, and we all conversed as we ate the simple fare on the limited menu. More than once, Marija set her hand on my thigh, sliding it upward to gently squeeze my reforming manhood, mentioning how much she enjoyed a good sausage.
“Very much so,” I replied, “perhaps sometime I could show you!” I added with a quick smile.
Getting up from the table, I excused myself, citing pressing personal business. I kissed each girl on the cheek, whispering in an invitation to my quarters to Oona.
Shortly after dinner there came a gentle knock on my door. As expected, there was Oona, looking as virginal as ever.
“You know why you’re here, Oona?” I asked as I ushered her in.
“Yes, Professor, my mother told me what was expected of me.”
“Your mother? She knows what you are doing?” I said incredulously.
“Yes. She is the headmistress. I believe you two have met.” She smiled shyly, letting me know that she was aware of what her mother and I had done. “She believes you will be able to teach me a great deal in a gentle way.”
I thought to myself, This is going to be an interesting evening.
I walked her to the bedroom, stood her in front of a full length mirror, and stepped behind her. Nuzzling her neck with my arms enfolding her, I asked what experience she had.
“Very little with boys,” she said. “They were all afraid of my mother.”
“And with girls?” I whispered as I loosened her tie, and nibbled on her ear.
“I have been with Marija and Ivana.”
“Go on! Tell me all about it!” I started to unbutton her blouse, slowly exposing her bra-less chest.
“Ivana gave me my first orgasm. She used her fingers and her tongue. It was marvelous! Then she had me finger her pussy until she came.”
Pressing up against her backside, I pushed my tented pants against her ass, letting her know that I was excited.
“Continue Oona.”
“Then she had me lick my fingers, tasting her.”
Her blouse open and un-tucked, I cupped her small round breasts, feeling her hardening nipples against the palms of my hands. She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse floated to the floor.
“I liked her taste,” she said, pressing her ass cheeks against my burgeoning hard-on, while leaning into my hands.
I glanced up. Her eyes were closed. “I asked her if I could lick her. She lay down on the bed, opened her legs asking me to kiss her… cunt.”
Kissing her shoulder, I urged her to continue.
“I felt her clamp her thighs around my head as I swirled my tongue all around her opening. She squirmed a lot, telling me what to do, what felt good, when to probe, and how to suck her clit.”
With one hand firmly covering her breast, the other unfastened her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles.
“Then she came. I thought she peed, there was so much, but it didn’t taste like it and she assured me that I made her cum.”
“Did Marija do the same for you?” I asked, as my hand cupped her lacy white panties.
“No. Marija introduced me to her Vibro. It was uncomfortable at first, but finally got me off. I felt like I exploded.”
My hand slid inside her panties, combing through her hair and caressed her outer lips. She was damp.
I said,” You are wet Oona. Are you looking forward to tonight?”
“Yes professor, I want to know how it feels to have a man inside me.” She turned, planting a wet kiss on my mouth, pressing her panty clad hips to my hidden manhood, and her bare breasts against my chest.
“Oh, you will, my dear. You certainly will!”
