Important topic

"Attention, class!" called out Signora Alda as she entered the auditorium of the senior high school in Modena. Twenty graduating girls from her home economics faculty hastily fell silent. "The bell rang a minute ago. To your places, we are beginning!"

Under the demanding gaze of the mentor, the charming signorinas lined up by their desks. The professor waited until complete silence had settled over the classroom and all the pupils' eyes were directed at her. Only then did she permit: "Sit down."

Signora Alda, in her forties and a bit, looked impeccable; her stylish outfits and masterful makeup served as a model for the students to emulate. At the same time, she enjoyed significant

authority despite her strictness and demanding nature.

"Today we are covering a very important topic. Therefore, I want maximum interest and active participation from the class. Anyone who yawns or counts crows outside the window will have only themselves to blame." She scanned the twenty pairs of eyes intently watching her. "Without knowledge and understanding of the importance of these matters, a girl will never become a real woman and will not take her proper place in society."

"Open your textbooks to page one hundred forty-six. The paragraph is titled 'A Woman's Personal Hygiene.' Everyone found it? Good. Don't go any further, don't read ahead, don't look at the pictures! First, let's find out what you yourselves think about this. Why is this aspect highlighted in a special section? Who can tell me?"

Not a single hand went up, and her girls diligently averted their gaze, secretly nudging each other with their elbows. Signora Alda sighed:

"Alright, no volunteers. Then... Paola," she called on a girl from the first row with a mop of black curls on her head, "what do you think about this?"

The brunette, with a strained grimace, reluctantly stood up to the relieved sighs of her neighbors.

"Uff... Well, probably, if you don't take care of hygiene in that place, then all sorts of germs, diseases can develop... smell too..." the girl involuntarily wrinkled her pretty little nose, and someone in the back rows giggled.

"Quiet there!!!" Signora Alda sharply rapped her knuckles on the table and glared menacingly over their heads. "Be more serious!" and more softly: "Sit down, Paola. Of course, that's a correct answer. But not a complete one. Far from complete... And, what's this 'that place'?! What kind of childish babble from an eighteen-year-old graduate? Are we going to express ourselves like this: 'that place'... 'little spots'... 'that thing'?... I, for example, have a vagina. And everyone here has vaginas, not somewhere 'there,' 'something'... Use, my dears, the correct terminology so you don't look silly."

"So, which of the giggling smart girls will continue?" the teacher shifted a predatory gaze to the back rows. "Sandra or Rosetta? More active, class! Girls, turn on your lovely heads—we're working in discussion mode."

Bitti from the second desk raised her hand.

"Go ahead, Bitti, speak, you can stay seated."

The pretty blonde with plump lips and an innocent gaze of clear cornflower-blue eyes, slightly blushing, said:

"Well, I was thinking... Maybe it's also for men... Well, that, when there... Oops!" she blushed deeply. "Well, the vagina, I mean, when it's clean and fresh—it's more pleasant for men," she exhaled with relief and lowered her eyes, trying not to look around. The class froze, watching the teacher's reaction warily.

"Very good, Bitti, well done," Signora Alda perked up. "Don't be shy, girl, tell us how you came to that conclusion. What prompted you?"

"It's... from my mom," the girl quickly replied, cheering up. "Mom always tells me to wash my vagina well and keep it clean, to always be ready if a man wants to look at it or touch it."

Nodding approvingly, Signora Alda importantly raised her index finger and, pacing importantly on the podium, began to speak, addressing everyone:

"Bitti's mother is absolutely right, of course. I am very pleased that she monitors her daughter's development, keeps an eye on the condition of her vagina, and gives practical, wise advice in a timely manner. Very soon you will enter adult life. Some of you, I know, will practically be married off in a few months. There won't be any nannies or nursemaids around to protect you from blunders, often fatal mistakes. It's simply fortunate if mothers care about their daughters' education properly. Without prudish grimaces. Whose else's mothers act in the same vein?"

More than half the class raised their hands. Signora Alda commented:

"Actually, I'm not very surprised that so many mothers are involved with you. After all, many of them are my former students. So to speak, from generation to generation... And, what exactly do they do for your benefit? Be bolder, please. It's even interesting to see who has the most caring mother."

Francesca raised her hand before the others and, without waiting for permission, blurted out:

"My mother insists not only on washing but also on trimming and tidying the hair on the pubis and below every day, so they look well-groomed."

"Do you follow these rules?"

"Oh, yes, of course. They even bought me a magnifying mirror so everything is clearly visible and I don't accidentally hurt myself. And daddy gave me a special silver brush for combing there."

The teacher clapped her hands in annoyance and uttered sorrowfully, raising her eyes to the heavens:

"Holy Madonna! Again—'there'?! What am I to do with them... My young donna, try to formulate your thought correctly."

Francesca frowned thoughtfully. 'Pubis' was simple, but further... She tried to substitute the right word, but it came out as nonsense—there's no hair inside the vagina. The class waited. Say 'hair around the pussy'?—No, they'll laugh.' The girl whispered quietly:

"...hair on the pubis and around my... my... cu... nt..." she uttered and turned crimson, not knowing where to look. Someone in the back gasped. From the side came: "There, you fool." The girls waited for a storm. Signora Alda smirked, shook her head, and coughed:

"Ahem... Here's the thing, my dears. Of course, the word we just heard is not one to be uttered in everyday conversation. But... Sometimes. Under certain circumstances..." she smiled, sweeping her eyes over the audience, "...it's not a big deal. It's just a word denoting an object. By the way, Francesca got out of a difficult situation quite well. Found a generalizing term. Otherwise, she would have had to list separately all the areas where hair can be found: the pubis, the perineum, the labia majora, the anal opening, and... Cunt," she pronounced it clearly, loudly, and calmly, "is not a synonym for vagina. Remember that. But we digress. So, Francesca, without hesitation and dramatic effects. What did daddy give you?"

"Daddy gave me a silver brush for taking care of the little hairs around my cunt," the girl sang with relief and looked proudly at her neighbors.

"Not bad. Who else?"

Bitti, feeling stung by Francesca's success, raised her hand again.

"Yes, Bitti, please."

"Not exactly about hygiene, but... Anyway, mom taught me to masturbate at least once a day until I get a strong, bright orgasm! She says that along with hygiene, such training is very useful and will come in handy. My vagina will be fully ready to accept a man's penis when the time comes. And my husband and I will get full satisfaction from intercourse," Bitti glanced triumphantly at Francesca: "What, got you?"

"There, girls. That's how a good mother acts, caring for her daughter's future!!!" Signora Alda said solemnly, making a hand gesture to emphasize her conclusion. "Just as a car engine requires tuning and maintenance, a woman's vulva needs constant care and use. And you need to know how to pamper your pussy. Let's discuss this," the teacher suggested. "I'm sure many of you have something to share with the class. Don't be afraid to talk about things usually kept silent in society. We are here in a special class and can say everything."

In the back row, a hand slowly rose above the heads.

"Ah, Rosetta. So, what do you have for us?"

"A-alright, I'll say..." the tall, shapely girl was nervous and stammering a little. "Mom shaves my labia majora and perineum twice a week," Rosetta's voice lowered and trailed off, but it was felt she wasn't finished.

"Why does she do that, tell us, dear," Signora Alda gently nudged her.

"She does it... oh... She's preparing me... my cunt for oral stimulation!!!" the girl exhaled.

"Excellent, Rosetta!!!" Signora Alda exclaimed encouragingly with a beaming face. "I was waiting for such a report. Pay attention, girls, that along with daily masturbation, the best thing for a woman is to keep her genitals smooth, hairless. It's hygienic and, thanks to the increased sensitivity of the exposed erogenous zones, provides bright, vivid sensations. But I can see from her eyes that Rosetta wants to tell us something else."

"Yes... I wanted to add that mom herself gives me oral stimulation after shaving, until I get a strong orgasm. She claims it's good for the clitoris. And now I know it really is so. My clitoris has become noticeably larger and more sensitive, gets erect faster and stays erect longer. And the orgasms have become so..." Rosetta fell silent in embarrassment, not finding the right epithet, and only gestured eloquently with her eyes. Her friends began whispering animatedly, discussing what they had heard.

Signora Alda smiled understandingly and said:

"That's another important nuance. Attention, class! Oral stimulation of the clitoris by mom..." she made a meaningful pause, "...or dad (someone quietly gasped)—is even better and more effective than masturbation. The clitoris really develops wonderfully, to the joy of you and your future husband, and the procedure itself—I hope no one will deny that it's a damn pleasant procedure?!—takes place under parental supervision. Pre-marital contacts with males are excluded, and at the same time, the girl receives proper preparation and servicing."

The teacher looked over the flushed faces and shining eyes of her charges. She noted that no one was distracted, gazing around, or rummaging in their things. Such intense attention was rare even during federal exams.

"Rosetta," she called. The girl raised her eyebrows in expectation. "My girl, you never shone in my classes, but today you have an excellent chance to get the highest grade. I hope you won't refuse to come up here and lie down on this table for a short while. To serve as a visual aid for the class, showing how a well-groomed girl should look."

"You mean..."

"Yes. A small demonstration. Better to see once, as they say... And consider your well-deserved ten already in the grade book. Will it be difficult for you?"

Rosetta rose from her seat, thought silently for a few seconds, then, without looking at anyone, dove her hand under her skirt and quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles. Freed from them, looking at the floor, she walked to the table.

"Just lie on your back on the table! Hands behind your head! Bend your knees and spread them wide. Feet on the edge of the table! Buttocks on the edge too, so everyone can see," commanded Signora Alda. "So, class, look here!" At this time, she began to gently stroke and caress Rosetta's labia majora. "You see the smooth and plump ovals of your friend's labia. You can enjoy their appearance precisely because there is no excessive hair. Here is wonderful delicate skin, velvety and soft, with an amazing micro-texture. Believe me, even my fingers, sliding up and down... Like this: up and down, up and down... feel this surface very pleasantly."

Everyone craned their necks, trying not to miss a single movement. Those in the back rows suffered especially; they had to stand up from their seats to see over the heads.

"Good, girls, if you can't see well, then come closer. Right up to the table. Just don't crowd, leave some free space so poor Rosetta has something to breathe with. Can you hear how heavy her breathing is?! We continue observing! Isn't her cunt simply beautiful! Notice, due to home preparation, her vulva reacts very violently. The labia have swollen, and in the cleft, the shiny petals of the labia minora are perfectly visible. See how burgundy they are from the intense rush of blood? Aha, droplets of Bartholin's juices have appeared. What does that indicate? Correct, fluids are seeping from the vagina, clearly demonstrating the degree of a woman's arousal. Wow, how abundant!"—pinching the fleshy labia majora with her index finger and thumb, Donna Alda pulled them slightly towards herself and upward. After that, she looked over the hushed and focused pupils trying to control their breathing. She asked quietly: "Well, who's ready?..." and released the pulled flesh. A juicy "smack" sounded from the plump major lips, and simultaneously an "oh" from Rosetta. The large pads parted, revealing the view of a hot, wet interior. From the entrance of the vagina, a stream of thick, cloudy liquid splashed and slowly crawled down in a greasy drop. Many sniffed, catching a familiar smell in the air. Topping the picture was a trembling, impudently protruding upward mushroom of a clitoris, which had emerged from its hood by a good centimeter, resembling a miniature male member in appearance. It was precisely this stem of excited flesh that was the main focus of the spectators' attention.

"I asked, who is ready now to orally satisfy Rosetta's remarkable clitoris?! See how far its little head has popped out above the labia!!! This sensual organ is strongly tense, which indicates extremely strong sexual arousal."

The girls' ragged breathing and the spicy, sweetish smell filling the room indicated that their vaginas were currently intensively producing Bartholin's nectar. But everyone was silent. No one dared.

"Well then, I'll have to take care of the poor girl myself," Signora Alda quickly knelt between Rosetta's trembling thighs. "You understand that if we don't help her immediately, the little one will go crazy from overexcitement! Suppressing sexual desire is extremely harmful for women. Remember, for your health, any urge requires unconditional satisfaction."

Bringing her face a few centimeters from the fragrant flower, Signora Alda said quietly: "Now all attention here, class! This is important! Remember how a tasty pussy needs to be serviced." Twenty pairs of eyes watched with rapt attention as Donna Alda's tongue slid, caressing the plump labia, shiny like polished porcelain. When, after several slow and gentle movements, the tip of the teacher's tongue touched the clitoris stretched with impatience, Rosetta whimpered plaintively and loudly.

"Oh, god!" one of the girls babbled. "Just look how her lips have swollen! I... I can't control myself! I'm simply shaking! My clitoris is tense and itching!"

Hearing this, Signora Alda hoarsely whispered:

"Excellent idea, class! Let each one rub her clitoris to permanently achieve orgasm and relieve nervous tension! This is exactly the case when one should proceed to masturbation without delay."

The aura of hot sexuality had thickened so much in the auditorium that it seemed you could cut it into pieces with a knife, like a cake. Twenty excited girls, as if on command, pulled their panties down to their ankles and shoved their hands under their skirts, willingly following the instruction. Their burning eyes did not leave the teacher's greedy mouth. Signora Alda licked, sucked, lapped at the girl's vulva as if for the last time in her life, noisily swallowing the flowing streams of spicy nectar. Rosetta whined aloud and almost banged her head on the tabletop.

One of the girls, enthusiastically leaning her head almost to the teacher's cheek, whispered loudly:

"Signora Alda, would it be correct if I suck your pussy?! Please, allow me to do it, you are simply on fire!!!"

The teacher quickly nodded, not stopping devouring the fresh young vagina with her wide-open mouth. She felt several hurried hands free her from her dress and panties. A head slipped between her widely spread knees, and tender lips pressed into her dripping vulva. After a passionate kiss, a shameless tongue explored the length of her crevice, from the anal opening to the pubis, and danced around the teacher's large clitoral nipple. From behind came a growl and Bitti's lustful voice:

"Eat her vagina, Francesca! Suck it! Devour this lustful bitch! Let her cum! She wants it! Suck her damn clitoris harder!"

From these vulgar words, Signora Alda experienced a crushing orgasm, but mind-blowing excitement did not let her go; she immediately began approaching again, joyfully realizing she had reached a state where orgasms rolled in waves one after another. Someone's hands grabbed her from behind by the cheeks and moved her face in the wet sweet flesh, saying: "Lick, dirty slut! You love sucking young pussies. Work better, cunt-licker!"

From all sides came hot cries:

"Ooohhh, aaa... I'm cumming! Ooo!"

"Ah... aaa... Me too!!! And me... aaa!!!"

"O-o-o-o, just look how that old whore sucks! I can't-oo-oo... a-a-ahhh!!! How passionate she is, how she twists her ass!!! Haven't you choked on it yet, Francesca?!!"

"Yeeesss... aa... Swallow the juices of that cunt-tt-tt!!! Someone, lick Francesca's clit, it's about to burst from the strain! Come on, Bitti!!! I'm fucking cummi-i-i-ing-ng-ng!!!"

At that moment, Donna Alda and Rosetta reached their peak simultaneously. They thrashed in convulsions, shouting obscene words and shedding tears of happiness. The orgasms swept everyone up! Rarely did anyone remain standing; for most, their knees buckled and the pupils collapsed onto the floor, powerless.

"Wooow!!! How awesome! How I fucking came!" the girls chatted with embarrassed faces. "Yeah, me too! Insane! Now that's what I call..."

Signora Alda, swaying, stood up, affectionately patted Francesca on the wet cheek, and, pulling up her panties, summed up the lesson:

"So, class, I think everyone now realizes the importance of hygiene and caring for the vagina by all available means."

"Yes, yes, we understand!"

"One should not neglect the help of loved ones in these matters. It can be useful and pleasant at the same time. But may the Madonna preserve you from initiating men into female secrets," Signora Alda adjusted her hair and dress. Heading for the door, she with a slight smirk, over her shoulder, casually threw out: "Well, unless it's permissible to ask a family member to take care of it... say, a father, or a brother... Decide for yourselves!"

"What a bitch!" someone gasped behind her.

"Interesting thought... I'm flowing again..." someone giggled.

"How do you imagine that?.."

"I think he'd do it with pleasure..."

"Do you think it should happen under mom's guidance?.."

"We need to ask Francesca."

"No, Bitti! Her daddy gave her that brush! Bitti, do you have it with you? We want to take a look."

"Well, my father also gave me something, I just kept quiet."

"Come on, tell us what kind of little gift that is..."

The teacher firmly closed the auditorium door behind her.