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School of Erotica

By: KarrieLee



It all began so simply. My boss had seen this advertisement in the newspaper advertising a special school. It was called The School of Erotica. It guaranteed that anyone completing the program would be guaranteed a healthy and satisfying sex life. It sounded like a crackpot to me…someone out to fleece anyone that applied. But my boss was paying my way for me to go. I work for a prominent woman's magazine. She felt that if this was the real thing then we should know all about it. So, here I was knocking on the door of a rather plain building. It looked like any of the other townhouses in the area. 

A rather attractive woman answered the door. I explained that I was Tina and had called the previous day. She admitted me without another word and took me down the hall to another room. The inside of the building was like any other home. There weren't any examples of erotic art or sculptures like I imagined. There, also, were not any other people that I noticed. 

The next room appeared like a small office. I entered and was met by another woman. She introduced herself as Samantha and asked me to be seated. The office chairs were comfortable, but still no evidence of what this place held. Samantha said that she would like to have our interview at this time. The purpose was to determine at what level I would begin. That sounded a little screwy to me. I've been having sex since I was a teenager and now, at 25, I certainly didn't need any classes. But, since I was here on a mission, I said that I was ready.

"What do you like most about your body?"

I answered that my ass was really firm and tight so I guess that is my favorite part.

"How often do you masturbate?"

I told Samantha that I did occasionally. I should have said that my fingers did the walking whenever I was between boyfriends.

"Do you ever masturbate when others are present?"

I told her there was no reason if there was a stiff cock in the vicinity.

"What is the most unusual place you have ever had sex?"

Well, I had to admit that fucking my boyfriend while he sat on the toilet was pretty risky for me. I have to admit, I really enjoy a soft mattress. How people can do it standing, or in the woods is beyond me.

"How often do you have sex?"

"Well," I answered, "I guess whenever I have a boyfriend we probably get together 2-3 times a week."

"How many times in a day will you have sex?"

I commented that it was usually at night after a dinner. Then we would both be tired and fall asleep.

"Do you enjoy oral sex?"

I admitted that I would go down on my guy if he wanted but I didn't want his to shoot his wad down my throat. I thought I'd gag at the thought.

"Do you enjoy having oral sex performed on your body?"

I became flustered here. I could feel the redness coming up my neck and covering my face. I didn't feel I was a prude but I told her that I did not encourage that activity.

"Have you ever had sex with another female?"

"No," I answered quickly. This line of questioning was beginning to get to me. 

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

I blushed again at this question. "No," I answered simply.

"Well, I don't think we really need to ask any more questions at this time," Samantha stated simply. "I can see that you really belong in the Virgin class. There are a series of 7 classes. They are separated by one week. We feel that practice is important so that you feel more at each with the next step. Each one is designated to target a specific sexual technique or situation. We feel that a person should participate in the entire series in order to feel the most in touch with their sexuality. If you have another partner that you would like to have present that would be acceptable as well."

I was rather embarrassed that she saw me starting at such a low level. I certainly hadn't had my cherry for a very long time. But, again, I wasn't paying the bill here. I was just to report on the school and write my article. And I didn't have anyone that I wanted to accompany me for the "real" stuff.

Samantha reminded me that if I don't start at the beginning then if I would not be able to know my body well.

Who was I to argue? I wasn't paying for this anyway. Maybe it would be a little fun anyway. I always enjoy sex.

Samantha asked me to stand and follow her down the hall. I was taken to a simply furnished bedroom. I was told to wait. My instructor would be in soon.

Okay, now who is going to show up. I expected a male stud…someone to roll me over, fuck me and say I'm great. Boy was I wrong! The woman that had originally opened the front door came into the room. She was carrying a basket and a clipboard. She introduced herself as Belinda. She asked me to disrobe and lay back on the bed. 

This was beginning to feel a little strange here but I went ahead and took off all my clothes. It certainly wasn't a strip tease. Finally I was sitting on the bed, but no way was I laying down yet even if I didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Belinda here is dressed in a suit of all things. 

"I'll need to get some baseline information," she began. She was very businesslike and explained, "I would like to observe you while you masturbate."

I asked if this was typical and she assured me that it was. I laid back on the bed, spread my legs and put my right hand on my clit. I started rubbing myself slowly at first and as I felt the juices begin to flow, faster. It was very strange having someone, especially a woman, watching me. But it did make me a little excited as well. 

I took my left hand and began to squeeze my tits while my right had was working away. My hips began to raise and lower as I got closer to climax. I rubbed faster, my breathing getting heavy. Finally, as I climaxed I just held my hand over my pussy, feeling the throbbing within. After I calmed, I sat up on the bed and looked at Belinda. "Well, how was that?" I asked.

Belinda stated simply that now we would try a little different approach. She told me my efforts were very simplistic and immature. She handed me a rather conical shaped object and told me to use it. "There is a simple switch on the end that allows for a low vibration if you wish to use it," she added.

"Are you sure?" I asked. I was clearly uneasy about doing this again.

"You are going to work gradually through a series of steps to attain you sexual maturity. Masturbation is the first step but you should be able to enjoy yourself for more the 3 minutes. That is how long it took you the first time." Belinda added, "You need to nurture your body, understand all of its little quirks and erogenous areas. And this time I want you to imagine that your lover is sitting beside you, watching."

Wow! I was getting wet again just listening to her. I took the little vibrator and placed it on my clit and started rubbing it around. It felt good and I could tell it wouldn't take long for me to cum again. But Belinda stopped me saying, "Don't touch your clitoris yet. Rub the vibrator on your inner thighs, across your stomach, over your breasts. Find all your sensitive points."

I started again. This time I did as she said. I was picturing my current boyfriend watching me. I could hear him offering encouraging remarks, telling me where to rub myself with the vibrator. Juices were flowing over my labia, down the sides of my legs and into my ass crack.

Finally, when I was nearly hyperventilating I was so excited, Belinda said, "You are now allowed to touch your clitoris if you wish."

If I wish? Of course I wanted to touch it. My hand with the vibrator barely touch the tip before I was cumming all over the bed. My back was arching and my hips were lifting off the bed. I couldn't stop climaxing. It seemed like it went on and on. Finally, my breathing resumed a halfway normal rate and I turned my head over to where Belinda sat. I still couldn't really talk. I just looked at her in a questioning way.

"That was much better. You lasted 10 minutes that time," Belinda commented.

I had been really impressed with my performance. Okay, 10 minutes isn't a marathon, but get real. I had really had a whopping good orgasm there. It should count for something.

"Let's try once more. This time we will be moving to the next room." Belinda had me follow her into an adjoining room. It was about the same size but there the similarities ended. The room was surrounded by mirrors. There were chairs around the perimeter that allowed the person sitting on them to lounge comfortably. Belinda chose one of the chairs. She directed me to sit on the other one across the room. 

I walked over to the chair and sat down, noticing as I did that there were a variety of dildos, vibrators and lotions on the small table next to the chair. When I looked around, with the mirrors on each wall, it was almost as if there were people all around the room watching me. And if I looked upward, the ceiling was covered as well. 

"This time I want you to masturbate while looking at yourself. Imagine there are others observing you. You are being an exhibitionist. You realize that having others watch you will make you more excited. The longer you can last, the more explosive your climax will be." Belinda added, "You are free to use any of the supplies that you wish."

I looked over at the various items. The life-like dildo looked the more promising. It was about 2 inches around and a good 8 inches long. It was more than the guys I date and looked pretty good to me. By this time a cock was really what I wanted. 

Then I noticed the long slender item. It had what looked like feathers at one end and a handle at the other. It was so slender that it bent easily. As I picked it up I noticed that there was a battery attachment. When I turned it on the feather began moving. With adjustments, it could go faster or slower. 

I laid back on the lounge chair. As I looked at myself and imagined all the other images were persons watching. I was putting on a show. It was quite a turn-on. I tood the vibrating feather and ran it slowly down my arms and across my neck. My head fell back and I touched across the tops of my breasts, avoiding the nipples. I ran it down to my abdomen and down my thighs. It tickled somewhat but was more of just an increase in sensitivity. No matter, I was getting wetter. 

I touched my nipples. The sensation hit like a minor electrical shock. It made the nipples peak and I arched my back in response. It felt like an electric current ran from my breasts to my clit. It was amazing. But I held off touching my clit. I looked around the room and saw the look on "their" faces. They were smiling. I could see why. This was fantastic.

I reclined more fully on the lounge chair and spread my legs. I felt like such a slut with everyone watching me. But I had to do this. I was in control and they were enjoying my performance. Finally, I ran the feather around the hairs surrounding my pussy. It tickled slightly but was very stimulating. The closer I got to my clit the more my hips elevated. I took a pillow from the floor and placed it under my hips. Then, as I touched the feather to my clit I could help but sigh. If possible, my head rolled back more as I kept the feather isolated on my clit.

I took my other hand and placed one finger, and then two into my pussy. Then I remembered the dildos on the side table. I selected the one I had admired. As I slowly admitted it to my pussy, the sides stretched to admit it. It filled me so completely that I had to stop to accommodate the size and get used to it. Then, as it felt more comfortable, I began to slowly move it in and out of my wetness, keeping the feather on my clit. The increasing pressure was causing my breathing rate to increase. The sighs had become moans. But it felt so good that I actually didn't want to cum just yet. I wanted the feeling to continue as long as possible. 

After what seemed like an eternity, I applied slightly more pressure to my clit and allowed myself to climax. The pulsations and throbbing continued on and on, even after I removed the feather. The dildo deep inside my pussy was held still by the contractions. I couldn't move. I stayed that way for a few moments and then realized where I was and why. 

As I looked toward Belinda she commented, "That was much better. You were able to enjoy the feelings of anticipation, not just the climactic experience. That will be all for today. Your next lesson will be next week. Your homework is to masturbate at least daily for a period of 30 minutes. If possible have someone present to watch and comment. Someone will be in shortly to show you the way out. With that parting comment, Belinda left the room.

As I dressed and left the building I could help looking forward to my homework and next week's class. I wonder if I should start my homework this evening?

To be continued...

School of Erotica Ch. 2



As I walked up the sidewalk to the townhouse, I could feel my panties getting wet already. Last week had been an incredible experience. And the homework….well let's just say it was completely satisfactorily.

A different young woman answered the door today. She introduced herself as Myra and was very petite, much shorter that my 5'7" frame. And her breasts were beautiful. They had to be 38DDD. They were almost spilling out of her blouse. I couldn't help but stare. I was so jealous. My breasts had never been my favorite asset.

Myra led me down the hallway to the office. Samantha met me and asked me to sit down. "How was your week?" she asked.

"Very enjoyable," I replied, smiling. "The homework was completed."

"That's good. I hope you had some company to assist you."

I added, "Oh, yes, my current boyfriend really got into the helping part. He thought it was great to watch me play with myself. He even got his camera out and filmed me one time. He really liked it when I used my dildo. Once, in fact, he fucked my mouth while I had the dildo in my pussy. It was like being with 2 guys."

"Well, it seems that you are going to progress nicely in the program. If you can continue to have an open mind and attempt what we suggest, I think you will become much happier with your sex life and your body." At this time Samantha stood and asked me to follow her down the hall.

We went past a couple of rooms and entered one that was bathed in a gentle light. The room had an aroma evident that I couldn't identify. An incredibly large bed was located in the center of the room. As I stood staring at the furnishings Belinda entered. "I am happy to see you again. Let's hope that today goes well."

I looked over at her and smiled, remembering all the things she had encouraged from my body last week. 

She added, "This week might me a little stressful for you because we are going into areas you haven't really entered before." At my startled look she continued, "Remember that our primary goal if for you to become extremely comfortable with your own body. Now try to relax. Get undressed and I'll be back soon."

Well, at least that part was the same. Here I am naked on a bed with someone watching me again. After I disrobed, I sat on the bed, bouncing a couple of times. Looking around the room I noticed small mirrors and wondered if they were 2-way mirrors. Was someone on the other side watching the proceedings in this room?

Belinda re-entered the room followed by another person. He was gorgeous! He had to be over 6 feet and around 250 pounds, but beautifully muscled. Boy, I'll have him fuck me any time. I was beginning to look forward to the session again.

Belinda introduced him as Tim. She explained that today's focus was oral. "In order to understand yourself more fully, you have to be able to submit to allowing someone else control sometimes. In this exercise you are to lay back on the bed. Tim will bring you to orgasm while you simply submit. You are not allowed to touch yourself or Tim. I will be restraining your arms so that your are not tempted." After that comment Belinda reached toward the headboard and retrieved some hidden wrist restraints. 

"Are you sure this is necessary?" I asked rather frantically. Being restrained wasn't something I had done before, and certainly not with a stranger.

"Now lay back and relax and enjoy," Belinda said. "Remember our purpose in the classes." And what I remembered was that all this was really for my job. I wasn't paying for these sessions. I was sent here for a purpose. I laid back a submitted to being shackled.

Belinda sat in the lounge chair with her clipboard and Tim slid off his robe. The rest of him was just as impressive. He had a massive cock hidden in those shorts. Unfortunately, he kept them on.

Tim climbed onto the bed and took something from the bedside table. It was a feather. As he began to gently caress my arms. It seemed really strange that he started there. I was used to a guy wanting to go straight down on me. The feather sort of tickled as he ran it slowly and gently up my arms and across my chest, avoiding my nipples. He pulled it down my side and across my belly. I quivered. He was getting very close to my pubic hair. But he avoided it and continued down my legs. It was amazing that this simple task was making me excited but my juices were starting to flow in anticipation. 

After he reached my toes Tim set the feather aside. Here it is, I thought, now he will go down on me. But I was to be mistaken again. Tim leaned forward and actually took my toes in his mouth. He smiled up at me as I gasped. "There is more than one place you might be sensitive and be aroused." He gently sucked on my toes. It was unimaginable! But it was like a connection from my feet to my pussy was ignited. 

Too soon he released my toes and erotically licked up the inside of my legs, pausing to caress his tongue behind my knees. They were bent now, trying to invite him to my wet region. But I was denied again. Tim continued his preordained route. He was not going to be sidetracked this time. After a large amount of time my body was liberally dosed by his saliva. I kept struggling against my restraints. I realize they were necessary for I would have grabbed Tim by this time if they weren't on me.

When the licking sensations subsided Tim stood beside the bed and slowly and methodically slid his shorts down his legs. If I had thought he looked good before, he appeared massive now. What I wouldn't give to have that enormous cock deep in my pussy. I groaned and he smiled again as he knelt next to me on the bed.

He was bringing his cock close to me. Was I going to be expected to take that in my mouth? As I looked up at him, Tim commented, "Not this time. Remember today is strictly for you to understand your own body." And with that comment he took his rigid member and rubbed it against my breasts. He teased my nipples with it, making them turn hard and look like pebbles. 

Then he straddled my waist and placed his cock between my breasts and rubbed gently. I thoroughly enjoyed this feeling and my head fell back as I sighed. But I was never to stay with one sensation too long. He then began sliding his cock along my abdomen and closer to my anxious pussy. He rotated his hips, moving from side to side, giving me sensations I had never experienced. Then he got really close and ran the tip over my hairs. The juices were coating the bed by now. My pussy was throbbing as he ran his cock around my lips, wetting himself with my wetness. Then he stopped. 

I wanted his cock inside me. "Please I moaned. Please." I couldn't say anything else. But Tim looked and me and shook his head. "Remember," was all he said and he continued by rubbing against the inside of my thighs. He cock was straining. He had to be suffering as I was but he was going to do nothing about relieving himself.

As he moved further down my body, continuing to rub himself against me, I submitted to the exquisite torture and lay back again. My hips were continually moving, rotating, hoping to get some relief. I was looking upward now and noticed that was a mirror placed at the top of the wall at the foot of the bed. It was angled at about 30 degrees and was focused directly on Tim and myself. I could watch easily without raising my head. 

As I watched Tim's movements I saw him lean forward. Thinking he was going to lick me again, I thought I was prepared, But he didn't do that. No, he leaned close to my pussy and blew gently. It sent my aroma up to my nostrils letting me better smell the scent of my arousal. He lifted my hips and blew on my ass and then placed a pillow underneath me, elevating my hips.

He moved back somewhat and looked at me. The waiting was as sensual as the touching. I wanted to do something but stayed still and waited. Then he leaned forward and placed his tongue lightly against my wet labia. He ever so gently touched them. Then he continued roaming. He touched all around me, my thighs, my ass, and my hairs. Nothing was off limits. He made me bend my knees and with the better access, Tim leaned forward and blew on my rosebud. He held me still as I struggled to move and he continued his ministrations. 

Blowing, licking, sucking. My ass appeared to be a favorite spot for him. Never before had I allowed anyone access to such a private place. I had been absolutely mistaken though. This was causing me increased agitation, but not from being uncomfortable. It was beautiful and amazing. 

But as with all other times, Tim moved again. Finally though, he arrived at my special point. He licked my lips. He sucked on them. He blew again and again causing me to shiver. Then his tongue began thrusting inside of me. It was hard and pointed and his repeated in and out motion felt almost as good as any cock ever had. He alternated between these actions repeatedly, knowing instinctively when I was close to cumming. He never let me go over the edge.

I moaned and groaned. I asked and begged for relief. My hands and arms were probably going to be bruised tomorrow for the pressure against my restraints. After what seemed like an eternity, Tim changed his course. He knelt between my legs and lifted my hips, raising them upward and off the pillows. He placed my legs over his shoulders and I couldn't help but clamp them against his neck. 

He placed his mouth against me again and this time he didn't stop or pause. He continued sucking and licking and blowing as I had a mind-altering climax. And then I had another one. And another. He just didn't slow down. After I lost count of the number of climaxes I attained, Tim gently laid me down again on the bed, removing the pillow from my hips. He stretched my legs out again and released my cuffs. 

I was still breathing with difficulty and really didn't pay too much attention to him. By the time I had attained my close to normal self again, he was gone. Only Belinda remained in the room. I hadn't thought about her for hours it seemed. As I looked over at her she stated, "That was a good lesson today. I hope you are able to remember many of the parts that made it satisfactory. You can get dressed now. Your homework will be delivered to your home later in the week. I think you will be pleasantly surprised." With that Belinda left the room. 

As I started off for my home, I began to wonder what she meant. Then an idea crept into my brain. Would my delivered homework be Tim again?