Angelea cocked her weapon again and looked at me and Mitsuko, her last remaining students. "Your yoni", she continued, "is the portal between worlds. Through your portal you bring new life into the world." I had never heard "yoni" before taking childbirth class, but now I knew, she was talking about my cunt. That, I understood.

"Please sit down and reveal yourself fully. Do it now." Neither of us needed to be given any further instructions. In one motion, each of us pulled our sweatpants and maternity panties down to our ankles. Then we sat down on our pillows, and pulled them off our feet. I caught Mitsuko's eyes as we put our clothes in a pile together. I don't know what she saw in my eyes, but some of the fear left hers. We were in this together.

"Before your yoni yields life in pain, she opens the door to heaven in pleasure. We are all sisters, who know each other's desires." Angela's left hand moved around her belly again, down between her legs. "Shannah, Mitsuko's body is part of you. Mitsuko, you are part of Shannah." Angela's hand reached its destination. Partially hidden by her swollen belly, she slowly stroked her labia. "Touch each other, bring your sister the pleasure only known to yourself." She raised the gun again. "NOW."

We reached for each other's hands, feeling the warmth as we touched each other for the first time. Some of the other students liked to hug before and after class. They liked to hug before, that is, when they were still breathing. Mitsuko was not physical like that, and I always respected her need for space, but now we held hands like lovers. I guided her hand to my breast, and she did the same. When we kissed, it was natural, as though there were not a psychopath holding a gun a few feet away. We caressed each other's breasts, tracing the different worlds our bodies had experienced. Our bellies pressed together, and both of our babies picked that moment to wake up, rolling against each other like twins.

As my hands curved around her belly, I could sense her breathing change. Mine changed too, faster, insistent. The hair on her mound was short and straight, like the hair on her head, and I wondered what she thought of the unruly curls between my legs. She was more hesitant, but I had enjoyed my share of female encounters, so I showed her what she could do by example. I gently stroked her thin lips up and down, and she followed, exploring my thick labia, feeling another woman's differences for the first time. We moved deeper, as I found her labia minora hiding inside her. She had to discover a way through my protruding inner lips, but soon we found each others' most sensitive spot. My thick clitoris was no problem to uncover, but hers was a tiny nub, buried in her tight folds. She gasped, and I realized her lover had probably never touched her in her most secret place. We leaned into each other, belly to belly and breast to breast, babies playing together as their mothers lost themselves in each other.

We didn't notice when Angela spoke, so she spoke louder. "Ladies!" she yelled, breaking the spell. "Thank you," she said with a smirk, "you were somewhere far away. But even with your sisters beside you, you must make the final journey alone. Please lay on your mats." Mitsuko and I looked at each other, knowing nothing would be this beautiful or terrible again, and complied. "Put your pillow under your hips," Angela instructed, "you need to have unobstructed access to your innermost self." I lifted my hips and stuffed the pillow under me, presenting my still-wet pussy to the world. After the past few minutes, or were they days, this didn't even seem unusual. There's no modesty in childbirth, after all.

"Please finish what your sister started," Angela said. "Put your hands between your legs and bring yourself to the heights of your godliness. All of heaven and earth is within your orgasm."