Friday night had been a big day in Keith Broy's life. He had worried from early morning about his meeting with Bettina Werp. He had practically dragged himself up the six flights of stairs to appear before the door of Apartment 6-C.
Now he waited there, screwing up enough courage to knock on the door. He wondered if he were going to make it at last; lose his virginity to the girl his aunt had found for him. The girl who was to become his sex educator.
Keith wiped sweat from his forehead, pocketed the handkerchief, and pushed the button that set the chimes to work.
The door opened and there she was, amply tittied, slim of waist, long-legged, and beautiful. Keith was instantly aware of his own shortness; his mouth came close to being on the same level as the girl's nipples!
All the girl wore was a turtlenecked one-piece body stocking in black. It served to highlight her pretty face and the shoulder-length hair that was somewhere between gold and copper in color.
"You're Keith," the girl said.
Her lips framed the most engaging smile Keith had ever seen. He couldn't get his own lips to release a word of acknowledgment.
"Come on in," the girl invited. "I'm Bettina. Tina if we become friends."
Keith stared at the sensual picture she made as she stood there in her black body stocking. The thrusting mounds of her firm breasts were molded by the thin material as the nipples pushed their own impression outward.
"Come in!" the girl repeated and turned to lead the way into her studio.
Keith felt his cock begin to show interest in what his eyes were looking at. The pretty swellings of flesh moved gently as the girl walked ahead of him.
The girl stopped suddenly and looked over her shoulder. "You can't talk but you can close a door."
"Oh!" Keith said. He felt embarrassment rise as he turned to shut the door. "I'm sorry."
"Think nothing of it." The girl had an effective smile. "You'll learn to do things, yes?"
"I'll sure try!" Keith followed the girl into the studio where she taught dancing. It was large and square with mirrors and dancer's bars on two of the walls. Comfortable chairs were placed in well-planned positions with little tables by their sides.
"Let me have your coat," the girl said.
Keith shrugged himself out of the light jacket he was wearing and handed it to Bettina Werp. A sigh escaped his lips. "I can't believe it," he said.
The girl walked to the entrance hall and hung Keith's jacket in a closet. "Sit down," she said on returning.
Keith sat in an easy chair upholstered in gold material. The girl sat down in the chair beside him and said, "You can't believe what?"
"That I'm alone in a room with a beautiful girl!" Some shyness had left Keith and he now felt a little off the timid side.
"Do you know why you're here?" the girl asked.
"My aunt said you would-"
"Open a class in sex education just for you!" The girl smiled. "Isn't that beautiful!"
"Great," Keith said. "Just great!"
"Conchi mentioned that you are shy," Bettina said. "I like that in a man. I never cared for the crude men who are always grabbing at me."
"I never had a girl," Keith said honestly.
"So we're even," Bettina said. "I've never had a virgin."
A bit of shyness returned to Keith. "I hope you'll like me," he said.
"Why not?" Bettina said. "Why not, indeed!"
"Girls just don't seem to care for me-well, not that way."
"Come on, Keith," Bettina said. "You're attractive and likable and I like a short man."
"You do?" Keith asked.
"Yes. I really do." Bettina smiled, "There are things to do that make a big man seem out of place-like licking a cunt when kneeling between a girl's legs."
Keith's face reddened and Bettina said, "Don't mind me, I say all the nasty words like cunt and prick and fuck-even shit when I have to."
Keith laughed as he relaxed a little because the girl had used the words. "I'll bet you're something," he said.
"You'd better believe it, Sonny. When sex rears its handsome head there's little Tina won't do."
"I feel better already," Keith said and smiled to show that he did.
"How old are you, Sonny-you don't mind me calling you Sonny?"
"No-call me anything-you're beautiful."
"Well thank you, Sonny. Wait until you see me with only my flesh on. You'll love me, really."
"Is your hair red-down there?" Keith asked, pointing a finger at Bettina's crotch. He reddened at his boldness.
"Don't be embarrassed, and yes, it is red; darker than the hair on my head, of course."
"I'll like it," Keith said.
"You'll lick it," Bettina promised.
"I'll like that too," Keith said.
"Now tell me how old you are."
"Eighteen."
"Do you go to school-but of course you do!"
"The University."
"A brain!" Bettina laughed.
Keith blushed. "Not really," he said. "If I had a brain I wouldn't be a virgin."
"Oh, but I'm glad you are! Can't you see the fun we are going to have together?"
"We are?" Keith said as if in a daze.
"Mercy, yes! With your little prick-it is little, isn't it?-and my happy cunt, what else?"
"It is little," Keith said and looked crestfallen as he imparted that news.
"Don't feel badly, Keith. I once went to bed with a football player whose cock wasn't any bigger than yours."
"Now I feel better," Keith admitted.
"Because you have a little prick or because I know it?" Bettina leaned forward and placed her hand on Keith's knee.
"Because you know it." Keith put his hand over Bettina's. "Makes me feel better."
"What about a drink?" Bettina asked.
"Dad lets me drink sherry. I like it."
"Sherry it is," Bettina said. She stood up to go for the wine. "Does your dad always tell you what to do?"
"Not really," Keith said. Bettina laughed. "What about fucking?"
"He's never said one word to me about sex-and he's a doctor!"
"There is a saying that doctors don't know much about the subject."
"I wouldn't know. Dad's so wrapped up in medicine he even smells antiseptic."
"Mercy-I'll get the wine."
Bettina went to the bar that hadn't been moved when the living room became a studio. She called across the room while pouring sherry into two glasses. "What kind of doctor?"
"He's a surgeon," Keith said proudly.
"How nice," Bettina said, returning with the wine. She handed a glass to Keith and sat down. "Now let's talk about us. Do you use dirty words?"
"Not often," Keith said.
"Say one," Bettina ordered. She sipped her wine as Keith hesitated. "Oh, come on, Keith, a dirty word won't hurt you. If we are to go into sex you must lose your inhibitions."
"I'm sorry," Keith said. "I just can't seem to adjust."
"Do you want to call this off?"
"No!" Keith said.
"Then say a dirty word."
"Cunt," Keith said shyly.
"Now that wasn't hard, was it?" Bettina smiled prettily. "Say another."
"Fuck," Keith said, not so shyly.
"See, you're getting it. Would you like to fuck me?"
Keith blushed. "My insides are turning over!"
"Mercy, you little lamb!" Bettina sipped wine and looked at her pupil. "I've been thinking about you since Conchi mentioned your problem, and I've decided to make you crawl for a piece. It will be awhile before I let you fuck me, Sonny. There are other things for you to learn before you stick your prick into my fine cunt. Understand?"
All during the talking Keith's eyes were on his teacher-to-be's body. "I'll do anything you ask!"
Bettina laughed. "That is how I planned it. You are to do whatever I ask. No questions-just do as I ask. Understand?"
"I do," Keith said. He swallowed some wine. "Anything you ask-Tina."
"Fine." Bettina finished her wine and Keith gulped down the rest of his. She stood up and said, "Come with me."
Keith followed Bettina into her bedroom; and from there into the bathroom.
The bathroom contained a separate tub and shower. A couch with a sunlamp overhead. A toilet and a bidet side by side. And a long table with a sink on one end and a cosmetic layout on the other.
In the center of the table was a pile of pantyhose, bras, little half-slips, and lacy panties. It was indeed a soft and colorful pile of cock-raising material.
Keith sat down on the couch and Bettina said, "I was about to wash my undies when you knocked on the door." She set the stopper and ran warm water into the sink. "Have you ever felt a girl's underthings?" she asked.
"No. Not ever," Keith answered.
"Come here then," Bettina said.
Keith left the couch to stand before the little pile of goodies. With shaking hands he felt the flimsy material.
"Don't they feel nice?" Bettina asked. She sat down in the chair before her makeup mirror. "Smell them. Smell the crotch piece on the pantyhose. See if you like me-I mean smell if you like me!"
Keith held the crotch piece to his nose. He inhaled the faint odor of womanhood; it was pure perfume and she-scent. He liked it so much his little prick fattened up for the second time since he had entered the apartment.
Bettina said, "Close your eyes and snuggle your nose in it. Tell me what you are thinking."
Keith's thoughts were like shadows: He imagined this gorgeous redhead spread-eagled nude on a bed, her body writhing and twisting under his intimate caresses, her big tits ready for his hot hands. He could see himself forcing her sensual thighs farther apart and coming down hard on her bare belly, his stiff prick prodding the entrance to her love nest!
"I'm fucking you," he said, continuing to inhale the odor on the crotch piece of the pantyhose.
"Lick it," Bettina ordered.
Keith stretched the crotch piece and licked it.
"Good," Bettina said. "I can almost feel your tongue on my pussy, but it's too early for that pleasure now."
Keith reached down to adjust his fattened cock. Bettina saw the move and said, "If your little prick is uncomfortable take it out-let me see what you have to give me."
Keith placed the pantyhose on the pile of dainties and unzipped his fly. He reached inside his shorts and pulled out his prick.
"Mercy!" Bettina said, clapping her hands. "What a baby that is-and a belly hugger. I like that kind."
Despite his blushing, Keith said, "Can't we fuck now?"
"No!" Bettina said severely. "You do as I tell you or we don't do anything at all. Understand?"
"Yes," Keith said humbly. "I'm sorry."
"Remember that!"
"I will," Keith said. His cock was standing up straight against his slacks like a hook of stuffed flesh.
Bettina said, "Take my panties one at a time and place the crotch piece over your cute prick."
Keith draped the soft things over his short stout rod. There were five of them-two of them black and lacy.
"Now place the pantyhose over your prick," Bettina ordered as she watched with pleasure as Keith did as he was told.
"Now you can be my maid," Bettina said. "Wash the slips."
Keith obeyed. He had watched his mother soak her stockings in the lavatory at home. He did the same with Bettina's little slips. He washed and rinsed them and placed them on the table by the sink.
"Now wash my pantyhose."
Keith took the pantyhose off his prick and washed them as he had washed the slips.
"Now the panties."
After all the enchanting things were washed and rinsed Bettina instructed Keith how to use a small portable dryer which she had taken from the cabinet under the table. In following her orders Keith's cock had begun to sag a little.
Bettina returned to the vanity chair to watch Keith handle her undies. When they were all in and drying, she said, "Now take your clothes off, Sonny. I want to see what you look like-all bare-assed and ready for play."
Keith stripped and stood before his teacher in all his naked glory. Despite his short stature he was a handsome boy with a fine body.
"Mercy! Mercy!" Bettina exclaimed. "You are a nice boy, Sonny-do you want to become my pet?"
"Yes." Keith's cock had lost its erection as he felt some embarrassment in front of Bettina. "Then get down on your hands and knees and he my doggie-and don't talk."
Keith nodded and went down on his hands and knees.
"Listen to me and do what you are told. Understand?"
Keith nodded again. He looked at Bettina who now sat on the edge of the vanity chair with her long legs spread apart. Her cunt lips were high and thick and the material of the body stocking outlined the adorable cunt as well as it did the ample breasts. Keith's eyes had been on it ever since he had first noticed the cunt so well displayed by the stretchable fabric.
Bettina said, "Come to me, my pet. Sniff around my red-haired cunt like a good doggie."
Keith's cock was on the rise again. He moved on hands and knees until his head was between Bettina's thighs. He sniffed at the cloth that covered her twat until she pushed his head away.
Bettina reached behind her and managed to move the torso-long zipper on her body stocking. She pulled her arms from the sleeves and uncovered her breasts. "Aren't they nice?" she asked.
Keith nodded in agreement, remembering not to talk. His cock stiffened more as he looked at the delectable mounds above him.
"Kiss the nipples like a good doggie," Bettina said.
Keith raised himself and kissed each red nub on its circle of pink.
Bettina pushed Keith's head away. "Sniff my pussy some more," she ordered as she separated her legs still farther. "And do some licking this time, pet. Let me see what the real thing will be like."
Keith sniffed and licked the material that covered the cunt.
"You'll learn, my pet," Bettina said. She pushed Keith's head away again and stood up, saying, "Now to the real thing."
Slowly Bettina moved the body stocking off her hips and down her legs. She sat down and thrust her legs at Keith. "Take it off!" she commanded.
Keith pulled the body stocking from Bettina's shapely legs and feet, making her all bare. She turned slowly, "How do you like me?" she asked.
Keith was still doggie. He didn't say a word, but his cock expanded a little more and moved closer to his belly.
"Good doggie," Bettina said. She got down on her hands and knees so her well-rounded buttocks were facing Keith's avid gaze.
"Now lick my ass," she said simply.
Keith, without hesitation, licked the valley between Tina's healthy buttocks. And the way she was sexually stacked (her lush lips were like two thick slices of peach between her thighs), Keith could not help but lick her cunt.
"My ass!" Bettina rolled her hips to get Keith's mouth away from the tidbit she wanted to reserve for later. "I said lick my ass!"
After the scolding Keith concentrated on the little puckered hole; it was brown and hairless. He licked and licked and licked.
"Nice doggie," Bettina said. "I really like that-feels so good."
Keith licked some more before Bettina started for the bedroom on her hands and knees. Keith followed her and when she paused for a second he licked the little brown spot until she moved on again. By the time they reached the studio, saliva was dripping down between the red-haired lips of her twat!
Bettina moved toward a wall mirror and stopped. She watched in the glass as Keith's tongue licked at her ass. "Have you ever seen a girl's cunt up close?" she asked.
Keith didn't answer. He looked in the mirror at Bettina.
"No more doggie, Sonny." Bettina stood up. "Kneel where you are and I'll treat you to a look at mine."
Bettina hooked her right leg over Keith's left shoulder so the calf of it was against his back. The sweet cunt was now as close as a pair of glasses to a pair of eyes.
"Feast your eyes on it, but don't touch it," Bettina said.
And Keith's eyes devoured the cunt that was within touching distance of his left cheek. It was a pretty cunt indeed. Copper-colored hair framed the pouting lips, and the lips were slightly parted, the inside a moistened pink.
"Have you ever licked a cunt before?" Bettina asked.
"Never," Keith said. His cock was now blood-filled to a working hardness as he looked intently at the wonderful sight of Tina's sexual playground.
"Kiss it," Bettina said softly.
Keith pressed his wet lips against the lips of Bettina's twat. His tongue slid out, tasting the moistened flesh.
"No!" Bettina said. She moved her leg off Keith's shoulder and backed away. "Slow down, Sonny. We have plenty of time."
Keith looked disappointed. Bettina said, "Some men like to see what a girl's cunt looks like in different positions. Would you?"
"Please!" Keith said. "I'm going to burst!"
Bettina patted Keith's head. "Whatever position I get into you lick my cunt until I tell you to stop. Understand?"
"Yes." Keith's eyes were bright and his tongue was ready for the treat to come. At least I'll lick a cunt, he thought.
Bettina put her right hand on the dancer's bar and raised her left leg until it was close to her head. She held it there while Keith knelt to lick the red-haired twat. The raised leg had stretched the right lip, parting it from its mate so the pink meat inside was ready to be tongue-washed. It was a gourmet meal and a voluptuous sight. It was heaven to Keith as his tongue went forth to taste the sexual food that can be life to the senses.
"Stop!" Bettina said.
Keith stopped with reluctance. He planted a firm kiss on the wet twat.
"Lie down on your back," Bettina instructed. Keith stretched out on the polished floor and with a graceful movement Bettina did a split so her cunt was resting on Keith's lips. He now tongued the precious twat with a show of relish that amazed Tina.
"Remember, Sonny," she said, liking the feel of the tongue on her cunt hole, "the modern girl would rather be licked than fucked."
From the split, which Bettina couldn't hold too long, she went into the back bend that found her body supported on her legs and hands. Keith went between the spread legs and licked the rich show of flesh as if he could never get enough of it.
Bettina said in a raised voice, "Stop!"
Now the tonguing her cunt was getting from this virgin boy was sending delicious feelings throughout her body. Going" from the back bend into a handstand she spread her shapely legs until she could have been taken for the letter T.
There was no talking as Keith stood in front of Tina. He bent over so he could lick the enchanting lips that were now wide open to his lustful tongue.
"Put your arms around me and lick!" Bettina cried.
Keith worked on the pretty snatch until his victim was moaning in delirious joy.
"Lick it!" she cried again.
Saliva poured from Keith's mouth as his tongue washed the hairy lips of Bettina's marvelous pecker valley.
"Lick it! Lick it!" The cry put more action into Keith's already mobile tongue. And the elating and excruciating excitement of what he was at last doing to a girl's cunt caused his balls to send little shivers of pleasure up his stiff shaft.
"Lick it!" Bettina yelled as best she could in her upside down position. "Lick it! Lick it, for God's sake!"
Now greatly excited by her entreaties to lick her twat, as well as by the wonderful feeling that was creeping up his shaft, Keith raised his hands up over the buttocks and pulled Tina's cunt as far open as he could. He placed the flat of his hot tongue on the pink membrane between the lips and in fast action slid it over the surface. He stopped only to try getting his tongue into the vaginal opening.
Keith was now so sensually stimulated, so increased in sex-born strength, that he raised Bettina's body up so he could feast on it without bending. Her red pubic hair was now high on his chest as he glued his mouth to the little bud that had come from its hiding place. He sucked it for only moments before changing to lick every crevice on the upturned twat. And as he progressed in his first whack at cunt-sucking labor he became almost fanatical in his desire to eat the delicacy in reality.
Keith continued to lick and suck until the cunt became beet-red, causing its owner to moan in passionate pleasure.
Thus was Bettina, the sex educator of a virgin man, hanging upside down crying, "Eat it! Eat it!" as her orgasm came in a shattering frenzy. As the mad contractions took over her body, she was able to press her hands against the floor and squeeze her legs together until she had Keith's head imprisoned between her long thighs.
And Keith was still licking the twat furiously when his prick shot its load against both bodies. It was as if he were unaware of his ejaculation, for his tongue worked harder as the come from his prick ran down into the valley of Bettina's lavish breasts.
"Enough!" Tina cried as Keith's tongue continued to tickle the little clit until it couldn't stop twitching. "Stop! For God's sake-stop!" Tina pleaded.
At last, as his prick relaxed and his come dripped onto the shiny floor, Keith sheathed his tongue and let go of the body he had pleasured beyond gratification.
"Mercy," Bettina said as the last of her orgasms ebbed. She released Keith's head from between her thighs and flipped to a standing position. "Mercy, mercy," she exclaimed, "I thought you said you never tongued a woman's cunt before?"
Keith looked down at his cock and at the drops of come on the floor. "I never did, Tina. Really."
"Well, Sonny, you sure licked me like a professional that time!"
"I couldn't stop," Keith said. "It was terrific!"
"It sure was," Bettina said.
"What do we do now?" Keith asked.
Bettina looked over at the clock on the back bar. "Mercy," she said, "it's ten-thirty already!"
"Tina," Keith said quietly, "do I get to fuck you?"
"You just shot your load on my belly. Look, Sonny, your come went down between my breasts -you made them messy."
"I'll wash them for you," Keith said.
"No you won't. I'll take a shower."
"Well do I get to fuck you?" Keith asked again.
"Sorry, Sonny," Bettina said. "We played pretty and I more than enjoyed it, but once a night is my limit. Suppose you wait until next Friday, then we can get down to the nitty-gritty. Okay?"
"I'd like to fuck you, Tina, now." The words were said quietly.
"Don't be difficult, Keith. I don't like that in a man. If you want to screw me you will have to wait until next Friday."
"Damnit!" Keith exclaimed. "Can't you take pity on me now? Look-my prick is getting hard!"
"Take it home with you, Sonny. Jerk it off and dream about me,"
"Damn!" Keith said, sounding like a kid who always gets his way.
When Keith dressed, Bettina walked him to the closet where his jacket hung. "I'm sorry, Tina. I never licked a cunt and I never fucked a girl-gets me uptight."
"What gets you uptight?"
"Not fucking!"
"Mercy, you poor boy!" Bettina said, patting Keith's cheek. "All week you can think about Friday. Friday and fucking."
"Friday. Friday, Friday," Keith repeated.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Bettina said.
They both laughed and Bettina said, "You're a good student, Keith, but you must promise me you won't do too much homework on your little pecker. I want it to be very much alive next Friday."
"Don't worry about that. It will be stiff all week," Keith promised, and he meant it.
He reached up to kiss Bettina's soft cheek. "Be good," she said and opened the door. "Now you must scoot."
"Ciao!" Keith said.
He skipped down the six flights of stairs as happy as a hairless cunt being bathed by an old man's mobile mouth. And all the way home his refrain went through his mind: Fuck Friday. Fuck Friday. Fuck Friday.