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"I'd like to enjoy yours the same way, like yesterday. Will you allow me?"

Reluctantly, I stopped and sat up. Surprising even myself, I unbuttoned my dress myself; unhooked my bra myself. Yes, I wanted to feel Madam von Pfeiffer's hands and mouth on my breasts. "Miss Jorgenson, why don't you take your dress completely off?"

She stood up, "Here, I'll join you." Before I knew it, Madam's dress was on the floor and she was standing there in just her panties. No girdle, no garters and no stockings. I was shocked; I stared. I stared not because she was attractive. I stared because this was so unexpected. It was inappropriate for a proper lady to appear in public without a girdle, garters, stockings and of course, no bra.

In a daze, I joined her; taking my dress off and my slip. That's all.

I heard Countess von Pfeiffer sigh.

"Miss Jorgenson, you are lovely, and not just your breasts. I'd love to see the rest, and Miss Jorgenson, let me be completely honest, by the rest, I mean your vagina."

For the umpteenth time in the last twenty-four hours, I was shocked. "Madam, I-I-I . . ."

"I know you might find this unusual, but your breasts are only the beginning of the joy I can bring you. I'm sure you'll find that I can take you places that you never dreamed."

We were standing by the bed. Madam put one arm around my neck, kissed me on the mouth with her tongue and the other hand was sliding gently up and down between my legs.

"Madam, I-I-I don't know if we should be doing this."

"Of course, we should. Now, Miss Jorgenson, sit back on the bed, close your eyes, and let Countess von Pfeiffer make you feel like a woman."

Within minutes, I wasn't sitting on the bed; I was lying on the bed, my panties off, and her fingers were, as she said, making me feel like a woman. Although, to be honest, I didn't know what a woman was supposed to feel like. I can tell you the Countess' fingers felt marvelous.

I guess you want to know what I have between my legs. First, I was one of the lucky girls, my room was one of the few that had its own bath. Not just a toilet and sink, an honest to goodness tub. I didn't have to walk down the hall or share it with anyone.

However, when we had physical education classes, I showered with the other girls in the communal shower room. For the first few years at Countess von Pfeiffer's Finishing School for Girls I was shy about being seen naked, even by the other girls. Then I blossomed, if you know what I mean.

I proudly showed off my breasts, not that I was an exhibitionist or anything like that, but I didn't cover my breasts with my arms or turn toward the wall in the communal shower.

Down below, I was almost as blonde as up top. The difference was that the hair on my head was fine; the hair covering my vagina was like sheep's wool. Back then girls didn't do much or any grooming as far as I knew. It wasn't anything I talked about even with my closest friends.

I shaved my legs and armpits, but my razor stopped where my thighs ended. Except in the shower, I had little to compare. I thought I had a lot of wool.

"Miss Jorgenson, you have the loveliest vagina."

I blushed.

"We're ladies, but it has become common that when a woman is engaged in a romantic encounter with her husband, you'll find that he uses the word pussy to describe what we women have. I hope, Miss Jorgenson, you're not offended, but I must say from what I've seen, you have a beautiful pussy."

I could not have been any redder. Redder than yesterday, when Madam Pfeiffer told me that I had lovely titties. I mean I was lying naked next to this seventy-year-old woman who was kissing my breasts and her fingers were making me feel something I'd never felt before.

If it had ended right there, I would have gone back to my room in a daze.

It didn't.

"Miss Jorgenson, I said from what I've seen. I'd like to see the rest." She didn't wait for my answer.

The Countess' face left my breasts, and she maneuvered herself between my legs. "Oh, Miss Jorgenson, you have the most delightful pussy I've ever seen." She had my legs spread, and was staring.

I was embarrassed and even redder than earlier or yesterday.

I started to say something, "Madam . . ."

Then my world turned upside down. She began to kiss my vagina; my pussy. Kissed it all over; kissed it with her tongue. I'd never felt like she was making me feel.

I never mentioned masturbation. I never mentioned it because it wasn't something I'd ever done. The closest was yesterday when I went back to my room, and briefly touched my breasts.

The first orgasm of my life was earth-shattering. I was moaning, sighing, crying, holding Madam von Pfeiffer's head between my legs. I never wanted her to stop. Could we stay like this forever?

My second orgasm ever was even better. I squealed. It was more of a high-pitched scream.

Countess von Pfeiffer mumbled, "Miss Jorgenson, not only is your pussy beautiful; you have the most incredible fragrance and taste. I've never tasted anything as delicious. Perhaps, you will allow me the pleasure of your pussy another time, but I think we've had enough for one day."

To myself, ‘no, no, we haven't. Madam, you are more than welcome to continue.'

I don't remember dressing, I don't remember walking to my room, I don't remember undressing. I woke up in the morning wearing my nightgown that I don't remember putting on and with the biggest smile on my face.

As I looked in the mirror, I thought, ‘should I get dressed and knock on Madam von Pfeiffer's door?'

I remembered her words, ‘perhaps, you will allow me the pleasure of your pussy another time.'

This was another time, wasn't it?

TO BE CONTINUED

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