She saw with relief that most of the others left their gowns buttoned. As with the kisses, Rick seemed to know exactly what each girl's limits were, and did not press them. By the time he rejoined the Dora on the platform, nearly all of them were breathless from new-sparked passion and anticipation. Not even a master wizard addressing apprentices could command such riveted attention as was now focused on the Dora.
"The custom here in Rakis, a custom which comes from Symbya, is for ladies to use creams to rid themselves of hair on Dorian's Mound," the Dora said as she unfastened her belt.
Zafellia raised her hand, laughing. "My grandmother uses it on her upper lip!"
"Such is not the custom in Tarlak," the Dora continued as if she hadn't heard, letting her gown slide to the floor. Her belly was just slightly rounded, her hips a bit wide but curved nicely, and her mound was covered with blond curls. Her legs, as they knew from the short tunics she wore in the summertime, were possessed of their own muscular grace that was unfashionable but certainly attractive.
She sat on the edge of the bed and parted her legs, showing herself to them. She used her fingers to spread the folds of her woman's flower. Rick watched avidly, stroking her breasts and thighs.
"Although many parts of a woman's body can bring her pleasure, the most intense spot is here, this lump, or button, at the top of the opening. When it is stimulated, it helps the woman become ready by exciting her even further, causing her inner juices to flow. A woman can touch it herself, or her partner might ..." she nodded to Rick, who slid his finger between her folds and rubbed slowly. "Mmmm," she sighed, unable to speak further.
"Or," Rick said, "many men enjoy kissing a woman here, using his lips and tongue as well as his hands." He knelt between the Dora's legs.
Although they couldn't see what was going on, the girls could tell it was strongly affecting the Dora. She raised her legs and rested her heels on Rick's broad shoulders. Her hands moved through his hair. Her cries of pleasure filled the classroom.
"Oh, I want to try that!" Octavia whispered to Cordelia.
Cordelia could see everything this time. As Rick kissed Octavia's inner thighs, ran his tongue along the outer flesh, and spread the folds to taste within, Cordelia imagined it was herself. She could almost feel the soft wet tongue leaving trails which cooled then warmed then cooled again on the tidal currants of his breath. Octavia was quieter than Jasmina, gulping in great breaths of air and letting them out in long sighs and gentle moans, caressing her own breasts.
It was over much quicker, with Octavia tensing, then relaxing in a series of shudders. "Oooh, yes!" she sighed.
"Would anyone else like to try?" the Dora asked.
"Do try, Cordelia," Octavia urged.
As much as she wanted to, Cordelia rapidly shook her head. The rest of the girls were similarly reluctant, though all of them except Herunia were obviously excited. Herunia had actually taken a book from her desk and was reading, or pretending to.
"Well, then, I think it's time for you to see how to pleasure a man," Dora Leonilla announced. "We looked at pictures yesterday, but drawings pale in comparison to flesh. Rick, if you're ready ...?"
"I am," he said, and went to stand before the Dora. She began unlacing his trousers.
"A man's organ has many different names, from the vulgar to the humorous. In Tarlak, we are fond of the term 'little soldier,' but it might also be referred to as a lance, a rod, or manhood."
She motioned for Rick to turn his back to the class and tugged the trousers down to his feet. The girls gasped again as his sculpted, firm buttocks came into view. He stepped out of the pile of cloth and turned to face them. His rod stood proudly out in front, jutting from a nest of silky black curls.
Cordelia had no reference to compare it to, but she was sure he was large among men. His skin there was a slightly darker and rosier color than the rest of him.
"How do men go about with such things all day?" Nambiria asked dubiously.
"It's not always like this," Rick explained.
"Arousal causes it to swell, to become erect," the Dora added. "When a man is not aroused, his rod remains sort, and is generally smaller."
"But when a man is in the company of so many lovely young women ..." Rick said with a grin, gesturing helplessly at himself. "Well, it's unavoidable."
"Here, once again, we have Dorian's sacred triangle," the Dora said. "The rod itself, and these two organs beneath it, which also have various names. They are filled with the man's precious seed. Now, as you can see, while the woman's triangle points down, the man's points up."
Octavia and some of the others laughed, but Cordelia didn't catch the jest.
"This area of a man is very sensitive. Not so much the shaft as the tip, but when stroking a man it is well to pay attention to both. Note how the shaft is made so that a woman's hand curls perfectly around it." She demonstrated, rubbing back and forth. "The tip is hidden by skin which can be drawn back like so. Here at the end is the hole from which the seed emerges."
Rick uttered a low moan. The Dora reached between his legs with her other hand to cup the pouch which dangled there.
"A delicate touch is necessary here," she continued. "You can feel the two organs within, like soft walnuts or plums."
"But it's so big," tiny Madenia said. "How can that go in a woman without hurting her?"
"Sometimes it does hurt," the Dora admitted. "If a woman is a virgin, or if she hasn't been made ready, there can be some pain, and for virgins there is occasionally a bit of bleeding. The important thing to remember is that a woman's passage was made to stretch enough to let a baby pass through. How many of you have seen a new baby? Much larger than even the most endowed man, I assure you."
Rick managed to speak through his impassioned moans. "A true man, one in Dorian's good favor, will be careful with his lover and not give more or sooner than she is ready for."
"True," the Dora said. "Now, we've seen how hands can give pleasure, and we've seen how a man's mouth can give a woman pleasure. A woman's mouth can be equally effective." She kissed his shaft, ran her tongue along it, then sucked the tip into her mouth.
Rick groaned and his knees buckled so that he nearly fell. The Dora raised her head and let him recline on the bed, then bent to her task again. Her blond head bobbed slowly up and down, leaving his rod shining and damp. One hand held it around the base while the other kept moving, first sliding up and down in counterpoint to her mouth, then cupping his pouch, then rubbing his lower belly and thighs.
"I did that last year," Octavia whispered to Cordelia. "Probably not nearly that well, but I've practiced since."
"With who?" Cordelia gasped.
"With a sausage," Tavi admitted. "But I can't wait to try the real thing. I tell you, Deelie, I think I was a fool to just suck on that sausage."
The Dora paused and addressed the class, one hand still moving leisurely up and down. "The purpose of these activities is threefold: to pleasure, to make ready, and to provide wetness. A man's rod can enter a woman more easily if there is adequate lubrication. Sometimes, though, you and your man might be satisfied to just please each other with hands and mouths. I could continue until Rick reached his climax and released his seed -"
"But where would it go?" Sofinia asked without even raising her hand.
"It could spill free onto the bedclothes, or I could take it into my mouth," the Dora replied.
Another chorus of "Eew," but fewer this time as most of the girls continued listening in fascination.
"A man's seed is liquid, milky white in color and somewhat thick. The taste varies from man to man, and even from day to day depending on what the man has eaten, but in general it is slightly salty and a bit sweet. Some women prefer to wash it from their mouths, while others swallow it. Either is acceptable to Dorian. Swallowing it is less messy, and men tend to prefer it because it shows that the woman cares enough for him not to spit out his precious seed."
"Dora?" Tavi asked. "May we try this too?"
"If Rick is willing."
"Of course," he said, breathing heavily.
"Those of you who wish to, come forward," the Dora said. "It wouldn't be fair to poor Rick to make him walk among you on legs weak with passion."
Octavia jumped up, pulling Cordelia with her. Cordelia started to protest, then let herself be dragged along. Jasmine reached the platform first, still bare except for her jewelry and cosmetics. She clambered eagerly onto the bed beside the Dora.
None of the other girls came forth, though all continued watching eagerly. Even Herunia had lifted her gaze from her book.
The Dora took Jasmina's hand and led it to Rick's erect rod. It lurched as if of its own accord when she touched it, and she giggled. "It's alive!"
"Many men sometimes think of their little soldiers as having minds of their own," the Dora said. She nodded approvingly as Jasmina's hand began moving. "You have a knack for this."
Rick groaned agreement. Jasmina's caress was less knowledgeable than the Dora's, more curious and exploratory, but what she lacked in skill she made up for with enthusiasm and innate talent. Before long, she lowered her head and kissed the tip of his rod with her painted lips. A small drop of fluid had seeped from the hole and she licked it away.
"It does taste salty," she said. "Good, though!" Then there was no more room for words as she sucked his rod deeply into her mouth.
Rick laid his hands along the sides of her head, guiding her movements, matching them with slow steady rocking of his hips. His body was tense, his skin flushed darker.
The Dora turned to the rest of the class. "Sometimes, a man and woman might please each other in this fashion at the same time, positioning themselves loins to mouth, either lying on their sides or one atop the other."
Rick lifted Jasmina's head from his rod, his breathing ragged. "Should stop for a moment," he said. "Otherwise it'll be over too soon."
With a smug satisfied smile, Jasmine crawled down from the platform and licked her lips. "That was fun!"
"I'm next!" Tavi declared. She poked Rick's shoulder until his eyes opened. "May we try what the Dora was describing?"
He took a few deep breaths, calming himself "Sure!"
She got on the bed next to him, started to swing her leg up, hesitated, put it down, her face a pretty frown of confusion. "How - oh!" as Rick grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her into the air, settling her widespread legs down over his face. Her surprised exclamation turned into a yelp of passion as he wasted no time putting his lips and tongue to work.
Not to be outdone, Tavi took hold of the column of flesh rising in front of her and started kissing and licking. She engulfed it as far as she could, so deeply that Cordelia wondered if she was swallowing the rod entire.
Drawn as if by hypnosis, Cordelia moved closer and leaned over to watch Rick's rod sliding in and out of Tavi's mouth. She wondered what it would be like to do that to a man, to feel the veined column rubbing against her lips and tongue.
All of a sudden, his rod popped out as Tavi began gasping for breath. Her quivering thighs clamped around Rick's head. "Oh, it's happening again!"
