There is something perverse about my enduring memories of that morning when the first group of young schoolgirls visited my surgery.
Dropping their panties. Fingering their twats. Letting each of the other girls – and me! – have a good look (and a 'little' feel) of their private parts.
It's something that I realise would normally never occur...probably should never have occurred – but it did!
And, perhaps not surprisingly, the girls seemed to love every minute of it!
I can remember that morning as if it was just yesterday. And I often wonder what effect that morning had on each of the girls, and what sort of sex lives they are enjoying today.
My curiosity finally got the better of me. Or, to be totally honest, my perverted desire to see each of those six little cunnies again got the better of me!
So a reunion was called-for.
Organising it was easy. I'd would take them all to dinner – so, for the girls, it would be something of a reunion. And 'in the interest of research' I'd interview each of the girls individually earlier in the day to hear their reactions to, and learn of the longer-term effect that the school excursion had on their attitudes towards sex.
After all, every year since, I have been asked to conduct a similar tutorial with other final-year girls at the school and I want those who will participate in the future to all feel they have significantly benefited from the experience, so it's only reasonable that I ask the first group of girls what long-term effect that school excursion had on their lives.
And dear Grace arranged it all for me!
Grace also agreed to be the first girl to re-visit me. A year or so back she had lived with me for more than a year and, for most of that time, we had shared a bed together. I was very familiar with her taught little twat and, I guess, my manhood had shafted her love tunnel on 300 or 400 different occasions – loving every minute, every time, my hard-on opened up and stretched her vaginal muscles...before, invariably, leaving Grace very wet with a generous shot or two of cum!
She never once complained...and was always back in my bed the very next night, naked, her legs spread to the 'yes, now' position, ready to receive...
I had set myself a goal for the reunion: to convince all six girls to again undress and again allow me to have a good look their pudenda. If some girls offered a little more than that...well, so be it!
I'd figured that Grace would be a lay down misere for a fuck.
She was. She arrived, and very shortly thereafter she lay down on my bed and, like a dirty rat up a drainpipe, my super-engorged manhood was well inside her - ensuring that her tight little tunnel was both well-lubed and given (in my opinion!) a well-overdue re-bore.
Not that 'making love' was unusual whenever we now met. Our now-occasional meetings usually started with or ended with (or both!) a steamy session in the cot, and this always reminded me of just how tight, how delectable, her tiny female fuck funnel is...and how much I really love this amazingly different little lady.
Perhaps this time, though, I went a little overboard again and slightly dampened the loving atmosphere of the moment when I (not for the first time) suggested it was time she also allowed my manhood to take its first trip down her, obviously still-virgin, Hershey Highway.
She just responded with her usual "I'll think about it"...which didn't satisfy me!
I will keep asking her, though, and I'm sure one day my manhood will in effect butt-plug her...and, with some simultaneous fingering of her No. 1 love tunnel, she will experience an orgasm that is so intense that she'll regret having just 'thought about it' for too long.
But, until then, I'll just have to remain content by imagining I'm spreading her taught butt cheeks and she's yelping from the initial pain of the experience. Just like she did when, as a virgin, she 'was bled.'
Grace did, though, happily admit to me that morning that she had 'entertained' a few other guys in the time since she had been my 'house guest', and that she did not have a man in her life at this particular point in time – so perhaps that possibility of my manhood dilating her rear entrance in the near future still remains. And she certainly did not object when I asked her to roll over so I could again appreciate her nicely-rounded, quite firm, little bum...and was able to visually map the way into that all-too-enticing No. 2 hole.
Grace also told me that she had allowed her pubes to re-grow but, "knowing how much you prefer me to be a baldie, and to allow you to fanaticise that you are screwing a young virgin baldie," she had shaved herself bare before coming around that morning. I thanked her and suggested that, next time she was 'with bush' and coming around to see me, she only had to remind me to have my clippers at the ready so I could shave pussy before giving her clit that first lick which it so-obviously enjoyed.
My short time with Grace didn't advance my 'research' very much. I was just too pre-occupied playing with her breasts, playing 'down there' and 'in there', kissing her, hugging her, filling her...and re-charging my brain with sexual fantasies involving her that I would surely retrieve in my dreams in the days, weeks, months ahead!
Amy's 'interview', however, proved more productive for my research.
I learned that she had been somewhat taken-aback when it was suggested that she, and the other girls, remove their panties. She almost refused to do so...but she did not wish to appear to be prudish in front of her classmates, so had said nothing at that time.
Most of the other girls indicated to me later that day that they, too, had similar reactions and responses when asked to bare their 'front bottoms.'
So peer pressure is obviously hard-wired in teenage girls' behaviour! Not that I am complaining!!
But, having accepted the request that she undress, Amy (and the others, as I was subsequently to discover) found the session was extremely instructive and quite fun.
And she felt the challenge had made her more open about sex, more comfortable with her own body, more comfortable about the prospect of having – and offering – sex.
"So, you're no longer a virgin," I observed.
Which led Amy to give me a brief run-down of her sex life – from a somewhat painful popping of her cherry to several more recent, more pleasurable experiences.
I was interested that she had attended a couple of sessions of Orgasmic Meditation, which Amy described as 'expensive' and 'not as good as having real sex, or even masturbating' but was, however, 'probably a valuable way for young guys to learn something about how a lady likes to be pleasured'.
This gave me the perfect excuse to ask her to undress again for me.
"Would you be kind enough to show me how it's done?" I asked.