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outside her door Saturday mornings at daybreak.

To her great joy, he spent hours and hours under her dress with his tongue in her quim.

Worse or better, depending on your perspective, often Edward knocked on her door late at night during the week. "Ma'am, I just had to see you."

"Mr. Royston, you did not come here to just see me." She smiled knowingly. "Tell me the truth."

"Ma'am, I was hoping you'd let me taste your quim."

Within minutes, her floor-length nightgown was bunched up at her waist and the young student was putting into practice all she'd taught him.

It happened a few nights later, and then a few nights after that. Of course, Miss Conway never turned Edward Royston away.

She was, however, concerned that his too frequent nocturnal visits might attract attention. That would not only jeopardize her position as headmistress, but also destroy her reputation.

As she had quietly discussed with Nurse Thayer, she sent Edward to her at the Cavendish School. "Mr. Royston, do you know why you're here?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm here to taste your quim."

Nurse Thayer was taken aback by Mr. Royston's lack of subtlety.

There were no nursing schools like we have today. Teenage Matilda Thayer apprenticed under the watchful eye of Dr. Abraham Birnbaum and his wife and nurse, Deborah Birnbaum. They weren't sure she was cut out for nursing.

The first time she saw a naked male patient, she fainted. The first time she watched Dr. Birnbaum perform an autopsy she vomited. She promised to do better and she did.

Matilda participated in child births and Deborah Birnbaum showed her the various parts of the female genitalia. "What's that?" she asked.

Deborah Birnbaum smiled. "That, young lady, is called the clitoris. It's the part that makes sexual intercourse pleasurable for us women."`

Matilda had no idea about sexual pleasure. Her mother warned her and her sisters that when they married, it was something they'd have to endure. She didn't say anything about pleasure.

That night she tried to find her own. It was a discovery that would change her life. Perhaps you can imagine what happened. Young Matilda found her clitoris, and found it almost every night for years and years.

Masturbation was a big no, no in Victorian England but the feeling it gave Matilda superseded that prohibition.

Now, standing in front of her was young Edward Royston who was offering to taste her quim. Would he find her clitoris, too? She could only hope. She was forty-seven-years-old; there was no hope of marriage and children.

But there was the hope for nineteen-year-old Edward Royston. Just as he had a thing for Headmistress Conway's quim, he discovered that he had a thing for Nurse Thayer's quim. In the years to come, Edward Royston would find that he had a thing for quim, especially those of high-born ladies.

Matilda Thayer found that her nightly masturbation ritual could not compare to the things Edward Royston did to her clitoris. "Edward, Miss Conway tells me you know how to make her happy. Make me happy, Edward."

Oh, he did. He did.

Better yet, as time went on, with her instruction, along with that of Frances Conway, his skill improved to the point that she had so many orgasms that she was in no condition to show up at her nurses' station the next day.

In fact, when Mr. Royston matriculated to Oxford, once every few months, Nurse Thayer took the train; a five-hour journey at the time, to the university town. She found a sleazy hotel which didn't ask many questions. There she spent the weekend with Edward entertaining her quim with his tongue.

Naked, "Mr. Royston, make me happy."

"Miss Thayer," he always called her Miss Thayer, "you have the most delightful quim. I'd love to taste it when you're ready."

"Edward, I'm ready now, please." She did the most unlady-like thing a spinster woman of her age at the time could do: she spread her legs wide for him and begged, "please, Edward."

She didn't have to beg; Edward's face was immediately in her thick, never groomed bush.

After Miss Conway and Nurse Thayer, Edward had no interest in girls his own age. And why should he? Those girls wanted to be courted and for many their quims were off limits until their wedding night.

No, he couldn't fuck the headmistress and the nurse; they wouldn't allow that and no, they didn't reciprocate, but their quims were so tasty.

On more than one occasion, when his tongue was lapping up Matilda Thayer's delicious juices after she'd writhed and screamed in ecstasy, he had his own explosion in his pants. He was too embarrassed to tell her, but he hoped it would happen again.

The next time, his tongue more enthusiastically tasted Nurse Thayer's quim. Although today we commonly use the words "eat pussy," those words weren't used at that time.

If I haven't made it clear: neither with Matilda Thayer nor Frances Conway did Edward Royston ever get undressed. They never saw him naked; they had no desire to see him naked, as long as he tasted their quims. He had no desire to get naked, as long as they let him taste their quims.

Miss Conway and Nurse Thayer started a new tradition. The headmistress of the Wilkinson School shared their quim-loving boys with the nurse at the Cavendish School.

Of course, every year boys like Edward Royston moved on to university. They needed to be replaced. It wasn't all that difficult; boys will be boys and girls will be girls. That is, the Wilkinson boys found the lure of quim irresistible and some of the Cavendish girls had quims willing to lure them.

As I said, the girls were not innocent in all of this. When girls were in their last year at the Cavendish School, Nurse Thayer held a special class for them. The important issue was avoiding pregnancy before marriage. "Ladies, the best way is to keep your legs crossed."

That was all that the headmistress and the board of directors would allow; not that Matilda Thayer was comfortable teaching them anything else. Some, well perhaps a few, of the girls giggled and laughed when she turned her back.

One or two made a jerking off motion with a closed fist. Sophia Mercer, to the delight of her closest friends, put that closed fist to her mouth, which she opened wide.

The girls who were caught misbehaving were subject to punishment, but that's a story for another time.

However, the boys in question also needed to be punished for their misbehavior. Of course, after a few sessions with the Cavendish School's Nurse and the Headmistress' quims none of the boys considered it punishment.

The Headmistress and the Nurse unknowingly started a tradition.

TO BE CONTINUED

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