"Yes, I heard about that, already. You were overheard by more people than you realized, including some of the cafeteria staff people, and they thought your instructor should know. They passed along less of what you said than you just told me now, so I'm glad for your fuller report.
"So you believe that your feelings of hurt toward Samantha have permanently changed, been resolved?"
I spoke carefully. "I think, and hope, that my resentment over that pain has been resolved. You know I meant it to be from the first, really. I'm sure that if I have occasion to remember a specific case, it will hurt. I hope that time will eventually reduce that to a bare shadow, but for now, yes, there's still some hurt there.
"But she came to me earnestly begging me to make it right between us by forgiving her. And I had in effect offered just that, many times. I think what had happened was that I had stopped believing that it ever could do any good, that I felt I was uselessly going through the motions, and, well, it felt afterward like something froze inside me. I don't know what inspired you to use that game, but it showed me that she could truly arouse me, touch me, make me want her, and that she wanted nothing more from me than that. Or, if she wants more—of course she does—she's ready to sacrifice it for that. I really am a little concerned about what will happen at the end of the week. I'm reasonably sure we will remain Phil and Samantha. And she will make it a priority for herself not to be jealous if there's also Phil and Jenny, Phil and Barbara, and all the rest, but it's going to hurt her a little. And I'm not ready to give that up, not when in a few months we will all be out there, apart from each other, not knowing the future at all.
"Of course, at least some of those others are going to find that their partners can give them something I never can, and they may form exclusive, if temporary, relationships that excludes me. If they all do, I'll be pretty disappointed, but I can live with it. Even if Samantha also is suddenly unavailable, which I'm pretty sure won't happen. I lived three years among all these same people with no sex, and while I seem to love it more than most of them, I think I could go without it for the rest of this year if I had to.
"I'm sorry, I've wandered rather far from your question. Yes, with the understanding that what I mean is what I said at greater length at the beginning."
"Very well. I have a slight problem here. We got ahead of ourselves, yesterday afternoon. The main activity to be taught today is fellatio. There are a few other things, too, but minor ones. Your explanation to Samantha was for the most part correct and adequate, for her role, and I was able to observe that you understand your part of it very well, too. There are a few minor points I think I can add which you don't know about, but not many. I normally would expect to perform it on you two or probably three times this morning, and we probably should still do that, but I honestly expect that the first one will be enough. So, my apologies. I think John will have a little more to show Samantha, but you are likely in for a somewhat boring review."
"Ma'am. I mean, Bella. Why don't we try the first time and evaluate? If we need a second, then evaluate after that, and the same for the third. I would much rather make love to you than be sucked on, unless there is a good reason. Not that both aren't good."
"The only reason is that I have to be careful suggesting anything such as that. I'm supposed to be teaching you, not indulging myself. And I honestly have to watch myself. But since you were the one to make the suggestion, if you apply yourself, we should be able to do that, I think. I think for various reasons, twice will be necessary. One reason is obvious. You are already aroused, just from our conversation. I can't reasonably show you anything about the use of fellatio to arouse a man who isn't at all ready, under those circumstances. Although Samantha did that, and probably some of your harem as well."
"One question, before we begin. You gave evidence, yesterday, of having found sucking on me arousing, so much so that you came when I had barely touched you. Is that true? And is that the case with many women?"
"That is one of the things I need to teach you about. As for me, yesterday, well, yes and no. There was certainly some degree of arousal just from that kind of intimacy, in that context. But what aroused me so thoroughly wasn't that, it was watching Samantha with you, and then your response when you took off the blindfold. You both were so moved, not by anything you yourselves had received, but by what you had given each other. To see that, and especially seeing Samantha's side of it, that was what did it. You might say, I couldn't help imagining myself in her place, so happy that she had been able to please you that she was completely overcome.
"Now, we should go in the bedroom for this. Especially later, there will be some mess. So go on in and get undressed. Unless you are so fond of the idea of carrying women over thresholds that you wish to do this with me, too." I merely led her in. Samantha was one thing. There had been a deep emotional connection at that point. Bella was nice, kind, beautiful, and desirable, and she apparently liked me as much as I liked her, but she was, Mr. Miles had said, thoroughly attached to her own husband, and I was glad. She was doing a job, the job of helping and teaching me, and if she enjoyed parts of that for herself, after this week I might be a fond memory but not a lost love.
But a couple of things she had said, the carrying-over-threshold reference just now being one, indicated that they were indeed watching us, in detail, and probably recording. In their place, I would insist on it. I resolved to wait and ask at some better time. But Bella surprised me by saying, "I'm not reading your mind, but your face and your hesitation. I think I know what you are thinking, given what I just said to you. Yes, under the circumstances you need to know that we do watch your practical sessions, and they are recorded against future need, whether study or as legal evidence. John should be mentioning this to Samantha as well this morning, since you deduced it and spoke to her, and your reasoning was compelling. But please pass it on to her in case he forgets, and please, both of you, do not mention it to anyone else."
She turned to explaining how sucking on a man's cock produced its results, and details about the act from the woman's point of view as well as the issues of male anatomy involved. As she had said, I was very thoroughly aroused, and this allowed her to demonstrate some things clearly but not others. She was able to make some things clear. For example, though this activity is a favorite of writers and producers of erotica and pornography, who often suggest that most women thoroughly enjoy it and want it, in fact to most women it is apt to be boring, somewhat difficult and uncomfortable, tiring or painful for the jaws, and not all that good-tasting. Indeed, for many it's positively unpleasant. In general, there are many worse things in life, and even in sexual activity, and most women are willing to do it—and as Samantha had shown, desire for their partner's enjoyment and delight can easily become a compelling motive. And for many women, penetration of the throat is very unpleasant, sometimes impossible without causing vomiting.
She demonstrated most of her points on me with her own mouth.
One little mystery that she cleared up in passing, because I noticed it again and happened to ask, was an internal ache which I often noticed when sexually aroused for an extended period. She explained what I had already known in theory, that the prostate produces some of the liquid part of semen—collecting more as well from other glands—which later picks up sperm from the testicles. She told me that if this gland is called on too long, without discharge, it swells, overfilling, and indeed becomes painful. She took from a drawer a disposable glove and some lubricant, stuck a finger up my ass, and massaged the prostate—through the intestinal wall, of course—to demonstrate its location. And yes, the whole process was uncomfortable, the prostate itself was indeed enlarged and sore, and yet the process was also arousing. She removed and disposed of the glove, wiped away the excess lubricant, and told me that I would be having further, similar and related experiences in the near future when we covered anal sex.
Soon after that, she did perform oral sex on me, at length, pausing occasionally to explain what she was doing, taking me into her throat and then returning to simple sucking. When I had come, at some length, she went over, one last time, the similarities between this and vaginal intercourse. Among these, I had noticed without really understanding that sucking and massaging the head of the cock with the tongue somewhat mimics the effects of the vaginal spasms of female orgasm—or even serious arousal short of orgasm—while during deep throat, the throat itself serves as a fair substitute for a vagina, but without the same kind of spasms. The swallowing occurring during this provides some of the same stimulation, but it is not phenomenologically very similar. She explained and demonstrated the use of the tongue in protecting the penis from the teeth, too.
I had really been painfully aroused, by her beauty and the topic of conversation and her instructional activities, for a long time—despite the extent of my activities the previous night and early morning. The activity provided needed relief, but in the end not for all that long. She discussed stimulation by mouth of a limp cock, what needed to be stimulated and how, demonstrating as she went along. The result was that I was fairly quickly no longer limp and flaccid.
