by Golden Angel
“That’s hot,” Charity commented. Jessica pirouetted, looking at herself from the back.
“You think so?” she asked anxiously. The clothes were much more form fitting than she was used to, even if she thought they were somewhat more Catholic school girl than she’d expected. Jessica had always been a bit body shy, which is why she usually wore clothes that were a size too big.
“Definitely,” Charity nodded. “Your nipples look especially good.”
Jessica blushed. “Thanks, you look pretty hot too.”
It was true. She was especially jealous of Charity’s obviously naturally red hair; the kind of reddish-orange that girls could never quite get from a dye job. It complimented her milky pale skin and the cute freckles dotted across her nose. Her breasts were small but pert, high up on her chest, and Jessica could see that her jutting nipples were long and full. She blushed when she realized Charity had seen her staring at her chest.
“It’s ok,” Charity said airily. “You’ll get used to everyone staring at each other’s nipples and other parts. This is my third time here and I barely notice anymore.”
“Your third time?” Jessica said eagerly.
“Yeah, I keep coming back.” The redheaded minx grinned mischievously. “There are always new classes to take, or ones to repeat. And sometimes they invite return students to participate in some advanced tutoring.” Her eyes glowed with some kind of inward light and Jessica’s breath caught in her throat at the sheer sexual anticipation that the other girl was giving off. Charity looked at her and shivered. “Don’t worry about that yet. You’ll have plenty of things to keep you busy in the regular classes.”
A bell rang, quelling Jessica’s desire to ask more questions, and heightening her anxiety. Charity, on the other hand, had absolutely no anxiety. She grabbed the door and pulled it open. “Come on, we gotta get to Orientation fast if we want good seats!”
***
Chris leaned over and nudged Justin. “Next to Charity, left side, second row.”
The two men let their eyes wander, as if looking over the fifty or so privileged students to be part of this session of the Venus School of Sex as Madame Priscilla, Principal of the unusual school, made her welcoming speech. Chris heard Justin take a swift intake of breath as his eyes settled on the delicious sight.
Jessica Swift, their sexy co-worker, in a much more form-fitting outfit than they’d ever seen her in before, and what a form! Everything they’d always imagined under the baggy clothes that she normally wore. Her soft curls just brushed the silk-clad tops of her shoulders, her throat encased in the silky material and just begging to be unbuttoned and kissed, her large breasts cradled in the special bra that the school used and nipples standing at attention. He wished he could run over and throw her down and bite them through the silky clothe, wet the fabric down with his mouth.
And her legs! She never wore skirts that went anywhere above her knees, but he could just barely see a hint of flesh through the students sitting in front of her, long limbs that traveled up to the promised land. He fervently wished that she was sitting front row.
Chris always enjoyed teaching at the school. Instructing didn’t always equate to fantastic sex, but there was something incredibly edifying about helping a student improve. And, of course, sometimes he had mind-blowing sex. It also allowed him to branch out and try new things, although Justin’s and his specialties were light BDSM play and menage trois, they could join in and help out any class they wanted while they weren’t instructing. They’d been lucky enough to know Priscilla when they were in high school, when she’d first had the idea for the school, and blessed with their own natural good looks and skills, they’d been developing their techniques through twelve years of working at the school. Now in their early thirties, they both felt it was time to use their techniques to get the woman they wanted, the elusive and beautiful, now suddenly attainable, Jessica. His pants were already straining at the thought.
“So, if our return students will disperse to the various classrooms that you’ve been assigned to,” Madame Priscilla’s coolly controlled voice penetrated his fantasies, “along with the instructors, in five minutes I will release the new students to step into the various classrooms and decide what classes they’d like to sign up for. Some of our instructors teach multiple classes, so make sure you look at the times that they’ll be demonstrating so that you can return to the classroom for a look at their other classes later today.”
Chris nodded to Justin, he knew they were both thinking the same thought: Dear God, please let her come into our classroom.
***
Jessica felt absolutely breathless as Madame Priscilla released them. Even though she was excited to be rooming with a return student she wished that Charity could be beside her as she made her course selections. She looked down at the sheet of paper that listed all of the possible classes and nibbled the pen that had been handed to her. All of the students were supposed to visit the various classrooms and make notes about what classes they might like to take while at the school.
She wandered out into the hallway, nervously, although it only took a minute of looking around to see that the other students were just as nervous as her. Smiling shyly at the guy next to her, he was cute, about her height, with brown curls that would rival her own if they weren’t cropped close to his head, she said, “Hey I’m Jessica.”
“Nick.” He smiled back at her and they shook hands. His eyes strayed down to her breasts, making her blush. The boys’ uniforms were just like the girls’ except that they got pants instead of a skirt. She wondered if he was wearing anything underneath the pants or if he was as bare as she was and the that made her blush again.
“So, ah…” He coughed nervously, his eyes were back on his face and his cheeks were red too. “I guess we should check out some classes.”
“Yeah, I was just hoping I wouldn’t have to walk into one of the classrooms alone,” she said shyly. They both glanced around and saw that a lot of people were pairing up or were already paired up (probably lucky enough to be rooming with another new student), natural human instinct making them seek out someone to be a support.
Nick grinned at her, looking relieved. “That would be great. My roommate, Paul, told me it’s his fourth time here. I thought that’d be great up until he left me alone so that he could go demonstrate the Cunnilingus Class.”
“My roommate said it’s her third time here,” Jessica tried not to think about the fascinating aspects about an entire class devoted to Cunnilingus. “Oh! There she is!” She pointed into the doorway of the first classroom on their right.
“Well let’s go check it out.” Nick gestured gallantly, almost bowing, his curls bouncing a little. She giggled, feeling like a grand lady as she preceded him into the classroom, although she almost stopped walking when she got in and saw the title of the class on the chalk board: MMF Menage Trois.
***
Justin saw her come in, her breasts bouncing wonderfully in front of her, and he also saw her face pale as she saw the title of the class. He nearly groaned with lust as his eyes got the full impact of her slender legs for the first time, he wanted to run his hands up their smooth surface and beneath her skirt. Hopefully the nature of the class wouldn’t entirely turn her off.
It almost made him grind his teeth with jealousy when she turned to the guy behind her and they talked as they made their way to the chairs. Jessica made friends way too easily and with the way this guy was eyeing her breasts, unlike the guys at work, he was not indifferent to her charms. The way he, and some of the other males in the class, were looking at her was enough to make Justin wish she was back in her own, less flattering, clothing which required an experienced eye like his or Chris’ to see the feminine curves that lay underneath.
From the way Chris was determinedly not looking at the class Justin knew his long-time buddy was having similar thoughts.
“Welcome boys and girls,” Justin said, grinning at the class. There were six o
f them for this first demonstration, two girls and four boys, a promising ratio. He was glad that his mask covered his face, because for the first time Jessica’s eyes were totally focused on him and for just a moment he worried that she’d recognize him. Then he told himself to relax and he took on his teaching persona, Mr. Flood, knowing that his buddy Mr. Fire, had his back. Remembering their hilarity over choosing the cheesy code names helped calm him down.
***
“This class will teach you how to safely have a menage trois involving two men and one woman. The instructors are myself, Mr. Flood, and my friend, Mr. Fire. The lovely Charity has kindly volunteered to help us give you a demonstration of some of the joys our class has to offer. ”
Jessica took a deep, shuddering breath. This was way too wild for her but Charity looked incredibly eager, and she had to admit that the two Instructors were incredibly hot. They were both over 6 feet tall, muscular but not overly so, with dark hair. In their masks they could almost be twins, and she was struck with a sudden vision of being wedged between them. Being 5’8” tall and a size 10 she didn’t have a lot of experience feeling small and delicate, but between those two hard bodies she would be just that. They wore casually clinging leather pants and no shirts at all.
She realized she was clutching at the desk when she saw Nick staring at her out of the corner of her eye. Blushing, yet again, she released her grip on the wood.
Mr. Flood continued his explanation.
“A lot of people are frightened by the idea of having more than one man involved in sex, but the truth is it can be immensely satisfying, for both the men and woman. For instance,” he turned and stepped back to Charity and Mr. Fire, who turned so that the three of them were in a line perpendicular to the students, their every movement clearly visible, “when there are two men, there are four hands.” And he grinned wickedly at the class.
Mr. Flood started to unbutton Charity’s shirt as Mr. Fire’s hands went to the outside of her thighs and begin to slide up. Suddenly Jessica realized why the skirt length was mid-thigh and the shirts buttoned to the neck; the anticipation of watching as Charity’s shirt was slowly undone, the seductive glide of Mr. Fire’s hands slowly revealing inch after inch of milky white thigh, was incredibly erotic. She pressed her legs together, feeling her pussy getting wet just watching their hands move. Her aching nipples rubbed against the silk of her shirt and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as Mr. Flood’s hands scooped up Charity’s small, high breasts, thumbing her nipples. She leaned back against Mr. Fire, his fingers making small circles on her upper thighs, working their way from the sides of her legs around the front towards her center. Several guys watching the demonstration were leaning forward, their faces avid.
Suddenly Mr. Flood stepped back and he and Mr. Fire turned Charity so that she was facing the class, her shirt unbuttoned halfway down her stomach and wide open so that her breasts were displayed prominently, the eraser nipples pointing straight at the class. Her face was flushed, but with desire, not embarrassment.
“Also with two men, you have two mouths,” Mr. Flood said just as smoothly as before he had a giant erection. Jessica wanted to moan again, looking at the evidence of the two Instructor’s arousal. If the bulges in their pants were anything to judge by their cocks matched their large size in general. Oh god, what would it be like to have their hands touching her? Both their mouths on her? Maybe she was more interested in this class than she realized.
Mr. Flood’s comment about having two mouths really hit home, straight into her pussy, as the two men leaned forward and each took one of Charity’s nipples into their mouths. The redhead whimpered as they went to work, her hips moving of their own accord as the men slurped at her nipples. Jessica felt like whimpering herself, and she crossed and re-crossed her legs, unable to get comfortable. She’d never been this wet in her life.
Then, she wasn’t sure which of the men did it because she couldn’t see their hands behind Charity, Charity’s skirt dropped to the floor. If there had been any doubt before everyone was now aware that she was a natural redhead.
Mr. Fire took over for Mr. Flood in speaking as Mr. Flood knelt in front of Charity, aptly enough because right now Jessica felt like her body was on fire.
“There are a lot of advantages for the woman to have two men pleasuring her,” he said as he moved around behind Charity, his hands cupping and kneading her breasts. Jessica wished someone would handle her breasts that way, right now. She longed to touch them herself, to slide her hand down to her pussy and soothe the ache that was building in it. Mr. Flood was on his knees, obviously eating Charity out, and her face and whimpers made it clear just how good he was at it. One of her arms was up and wrapped around Mr. Fire’s neck behind her, the other was on Mr. Flood’s head, using it to balance - or maybe she just liked grabbing his hair. “But men can derive just as much pleasure from being in a Male-Male-Female threeway. For any of you who like exhibitionism or voyeurism, that’s a big component and you also get to join in the fun.”
Jessica tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but it was hard as she watched Charity’s hips begin to really move, the girl was obviously building to an amazing orgasm.
“Plus, there’s the pleasure of double penetration, where you completely fill the woman in her pussy and ass, and it is the tightest fit imaginable.” Jessica’s pussy clenched at those words, it almost felt like she might cum without anyone touching her at all.
Mr. Fire twisted Charity’s nipples, making her back arch, and she shrieked as she came, her body jerking. Jessica could tell that it was only Mr. Fire’s hands on her breasts and Mr. Flood’s hands on her hips that were holding the girl up as she shuddered in ecstasy. The entire audience was panting.
Charity finally went almost limp with a satisfied smile on her face. Gently, the two men let her slide to the floor where she sat leaning against Mr. Fire’s legs, her wet pussy open and glistening and her blouse hanging open. Mr. Flood stood, hips lips covered with a sheer gloss, which he licked off with relish. Someone in the room gasped.
“Now,” Mr. Flood said, taking over again, “this is obviously not a class for complete novices. This class is only offered for the last three days of the session and there are pre-requisites. If you are interested in taking this class make sure you make a small notation on your sheet - the one in front of you,” He gave them all a stern look and Jessica found her hand moving, as if of its own accord. He was so sure of himself that something inside of her responded automatically, “of the following pre-requisites: Basic Touch, Erotic Massage, Anal Play, Fellatio for the women and Cunnilingus for the men.”
Feeling almost dream-like Jessica looked down at her sheet and made a little star next all of the classes, even Anal Play. That last was another area she wasn’t sure about, but it didn’t hurt to mark it down.
“Also, please join us this afternoon, starting at 2 o’clock we’ll be demonstrating the other class that we teach, light BDSM. If you have an interest in that you should also attend the demonstration for heavy BDSM which will be taking place this afternoon in the classroom to your right.”
Jessica felt like her lungs had just constricted. She should have realized these two men were Dominant. They were so self-assured, and the way that they gave orders… no wonder she had been so turned on by them. They were exactly the kind of men that turned her on when she read her BDSM e-books.
***
“So what do you think?” Chris asked, under his breath, when the students had trickled out. Charity was buttoning up her blouse again, looking very happy.
“I saw her marking down the pre-requisites.” Justin said. “All we can do is wait and see.”
“Maybe we can do more than that,” Chris replied a speculative look on his face. A couple of students were starting to shuffle in, looking interested, but he had a few minutes before they would start. “Hey Charity, about your roommate…”
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