15 years old, she'd already lost her viginity - with her aunt's husband while staying down south for the summer. They'd been caught in the kitchen late one night, she on a chair with legs wide, he on his knees between her legs. Her aunt slapped her face and sent her home to Manila next morning in disgrace.

Not much of a disgrace. The status it afforded her with her sisters would have been worth a whipping. Even her mother's telling-off was tinged with pride. It hadn't been her sister who was cheated upon, after all, only her husband's. And however one looked at it, it was a tribute to her daughter's seductive ability. Women in her family prided themselves on being radically cute, terminally sexy, totally skilled exciting and pleasing men - if and when they deigned allow men the experience.

But back in Manila no temptations for actual sexual contact presented themselves to Ang who decided, on basis of her first experience, that she only liked mature men. No mature men came her way, only the boys at school and she now fancied herself far superior to them.

Soon she was in keen need of excitement to spice her life after the summer's fun.

One day around third week of the month it reached a peak. Maybe need for thrills, maybe desire, she didn't really know what, caused her run to the toilets and remove her underwear the moment she reached school that day. Assembly came first. All gathering in the schoolhall to listen to the principal's exortations to good behavior and followed by the national anthem. Standing in the hall in her short plaid skirt the air fresh between her legs made her feel sexy and the idea came to her to tease the boys by placing herself ahead of the class as they climbed the steps to their home room from assembly.

Ahead of the boys; immediately at the mistress's right, just a teensy weensy bit behind her so she'd not notice Ang flounce her hips making the skirt jump. Close enough that no boys would dare put their hands underneath.

But two did dare. Not chinese like her. Filipinos from the south. Not small as the majority of this country's men. Tall and broad-shouldered. Big like americans, like her aunt's husband. Stepping up either side, pretending to talk to the mistress, charming her with their devilish confidence and masculinity, their hands reached under Ang's skirt. Each pinching, stroking, squeezing one of Ang's white smooth cheeks in full view of the rest of the class climbing the steps below. What would the mistress think if she knew? Cool, elegant Emily Chen with her two degrees. Would she wish it were her smooth cool cheeks the two big strong boys were squeezing?

Ang didn't attempt to remove the boys' hands. She was enjoying sensations not experienced before. Exquisitely sensual attention solely to her bottom. Cupping, clasping, stroking, squeezing. Being on public display exciting, too. She'd not realized she what fun exhibitionism was.

A sudden "Ahh!" broke from her lips. Miss Chen turned to stare at her and she tried turn it into a cough. The boy to her right was the cause. His probing, searching squeezing fingers upon some miracle spot made her climax instantly. Ohh, she wanted it again, felt her face flush, her pussy tingle and become hot. Wanted it so much she must stop this going any further. Wriggling her butt free she brushed off the hands either side, stopped abruptly and stepped down a stair. Having successfully lost them, she skipped up the steps to join the mistress on her left side, darting a glance at the wicked boy to wrinkle her nose and stick her tongue out. She knew his name. David.

Perhaps not wearing panties was a bad idea. There was a toilets at the head of the staircase. she broke from the crowd and was first in, into a cublicle, pulling her panties on again hastily. Rushing out of the cubicle she bumped into Jennifer standing outside. Jennifer was teachers' pet. All the teachers' in every class. Her delight, to tell tales and cause trouble. Not a popular person.

Ang pushed strongly through the crowded corridor to rejoin the class, for Miss Chen was a stickler for being on time. Her daily routine was to ensure none lingered in corridors and toilets by counting hands in class precisely 5 minutes after dismissal of assembly, latecomers report to the principal's office. This caused a jostling crowd build up between the rows of desks and teacher's podium. Ang pushed and edged her way in just in time. Spotting David, tall and strong, she positioned herself as far away as she could get. He was dangerous.

Suddenly her breath came in between her lips with an involuntary hiss A hand. Squeezing her left buttock. More than good. Wickedly wonderful. Glancing over her shoulder: it was him, of course. That damn bitch Jennifer was on her case too! Shouldering her way to a position in front of Ang she glowered over her shoulder as if this were a personal affront. Ang saw her look down between the jostling students and observe the location of the boy's hand.

Trying to remain still, Ang couldn't stop herself wriggling. His hand was magic. He seemed know just where and how to press those fingers into different parts. This newest route to pleasure so potent, so addictive, taking her high so swiftly that he was taking her over where she stood.

Having reached her desk Miss Chen stood, calling for quiet and order, register in her hands. "Hands up. Jennifer, you will count for confirmation."

As both counted Ang swivelled round abruptly, arm raised in the air, back to Miss Chen. Success, she dislodged the magic hand. It was giving her more pleasure than she'd ever had in her life. She had to stop him before she collapsed to the floor in a panting heap.

His eyes didn't even meet hers, just looked ahead at Miss Chen as with one hand raised over head, the other raised the front of her skirt and slid under the waistband of her white panties, slid surely down and clasped her puki, her sex. Was he a magician or wizard? More than a mere boy, he knew how to touch a woman. The large strong attractive hand encompassed her, palm pressing upon her mound, pressing her stiff hair to her flesh. Fingers enveloped her pussy lips squeezing assuredly, knowledgeably, as if taking ownership, another new sensation.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy as the fingers moved. With her arm stretched high, her labia were parted, her clitoris bared, and he readily found it, pressing and rotating slightly. In public, the class all round. She was climaxing. Could scarcely hear Miss Chen's voice counting. If only it wouldn't be over too soon. Oh, count slowly, count slowly, please Miss Chen. Mmn, Ang wanted to open her legs wide and have his long fingers probe deep inside. Two fingers, three, filling her.

Suddenly another hand reached under her skirt in the throng of students, clasping her buttocks. She didn't open her eyes but supposed it was the other boy. The two of them virtually supported her weight now as she climaxed, almost passing out.

"Forty! All present" came Miss Chen's firm voice. "Go to your seats, class."

Fighting out of the haze of her orgasm Ang stumbled in the direction she hoped was her seat. After having sat a few moments focus returned to her eyes and she saw Jennifer leaning forward over Miss Chen, now seated at her desk on the podium, whispering something into her ear. The mistress's eyes flicked momentarily in Ang's direction, she spoke to Jennifer shortly, nodding she should return to her seat. The lesson commenced.

Ang scarcely knew what the lesson was about. Her eyes kept going to David, seated at the far side of the class. Not once did she find him looking her way.

Time flew. "Class dismissed" said Miss Chen, then as everyone jumped to their feel to rush out to the next class: "Ang, David, Chito, you will come here, to your home class, immediately school finishes today. 3:05 - here!"

Ang's heart pounded. Surely she'd gone too far this time. What punishment might this bring? Dismissal?

As if an afterthought Miss Chen added sweetly "Jennifer, you too will report here at 3:05." She shot an intense look at Jennifer which seemed to contain a warning, leaving Ang somewhat puzzled.