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two breast pluckers retreat.
     
    “Don’t go,” I command them, still panting.  “This may be the greatest lesson of the evening, boys.  Women are not like men.  We are infinitely luckier.  Continue doing what you were.  David, you come here and swirl your finger around inside of me, very gently like a butterfly.  Now look and see what happens.”  My voice is raspy and comes in gasps as I speak, but still I am a commanding presence, even in my present state.
     
    David approaches and starts to tentatively stroke the outside of my pussy.
     
    “Find your way inside, part my lips.  There you go.”
     
    I am instantly aroused again.  I had never stopped being aroused.  I feel the heat rising, crusading through my body once again: the ache, the longing, the love of being the target of these adoring voyeurs.
     
    “Two volunteers to stroke my feet and tickle my toes,” I say. 
     
    Instantly there is a boy at either foot.  I am rising and falling and humping and crying out and still each of the lads continues with his task while the others stand by, in painful arousal.  In moments I come again, this time slower and more methodically.
     
    “Who wants to go next?”  I ask, sitting up on my elbows, my breasts dangling erotically, the nipples pointing skyward. 
     
    I smile at them: a lovely, sexy, come-hither smile.  I am completely unabashed at my own nakedness and that I have just revealed my enormous need to them.  They have seen me in my most private, vulnerable moment.  I love it that they have.
     
    “Perhaps that is enough for tonight, after all,” I reconsider.  “For you, that is: certainly not for me.  You see, I could just keep coming and coming.  And I’m not an anomaly, gentlemen.  Most women can.  Most women love to come and come and come.  For those of you who have had sex with a woman, you have probably never witnessed this.  It’s because you stopped trying after her first quiet little orgasm, if she even had one.  It takes longer for a woman.” 
     
    I pause and laugh. 
     
    “And it lasts longer, as you have seen.  You must learn to be patient and put a woman’s pleasure first.  Slam, bam, thank you ma’am is no way to win a girl’s heart.  And , as you may have noticed, the experience of pleasuring a woman, watching her writhe and scream and gyrate is immensely pleasurable for you as well.  Am I not mistaken?”
     
    The boys lick their lips or look down, nodding shyly.
     
    “I cannot emphasize this enough,” I continue while still lying with my legs spread and my hair tussled.  “I am not the exception to the rule.  I am not some nymphomaniac that can’t seem to get enough sex: or if I am, all women have the same desires that I do at their core.  They simply have not found the right man or men who can satisfy them, or they don’t know how to express their desires.”
     
    I look at them all while getting up and retrieving a robe from the cupboard beside the bed and expertly wrap it around my waist.
     
    “And that is why I decided to start this boarding house several years ago.  In my sexual history, I had found only one or two men that could satisfy me.  I want to teach a generation of young men how to fulfill a woman and her cavity of need.  If you stick with me, you will be the cream of the crop.  Women will be knocking down your doors to experience your secrets.  So be patient, lads: there is much more to come.”
     
    With that, I shoo them all away.  “That is your lesson for tonight.  Go back to your rooms and study or do what you will.  I will see you all on Friday at our lesson, and some of you I will most certainly see before.  Remember what I told you.  Good night, gentlemen.”
     
    They shuffle out of the room in a stunned silence.  They are not gathering in the sitting room to laugh and discuss what they have just experienced, that much I am sure of.
     
    I am spent for the night and retire to my own chambers.  Already,